A/N: This story revolves around billionaire, romance, action, and mystery. The story contains mature content language, violence, s*x; typographical and grammatical errors.

*Read at your own risk.*

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TRINITY LOUIE ROJAS has been in a relationship for two years with Duke Collins—the owner of the famous dealer of sweet delicacies—the Collins Bake and Pastries. He’s the guy, she portrays to be with for the rest of her life.

But that dream collides when Duke cheated on her. He chooses his best friend, Brenda—the girl who fakes her sickness just to get Duke’s attention. Thus, the latter forget that he has a girlfriend. Brenda isn’t sick. She just pretending. She doesn’t have cancer. She just wanted to ruin their relationship.

One day, Trinity caught Duke and Brenda having intimate sex inside Duke’s condo. She was there to surprise her boyfriend—it’s his birthday, anyway. But she was the one who was surprised.

Trinity was about to grab another glass when Lea stopped her. “Enough! You’re already drunk,” she said.

“Chill… I’m not drunk—well, a little bit tipsy, though,” Trinity replied, and grabbed another one and drink it at once.

“What the—Trinity… I said enough!” Lea then grabbed her hands and look directly into her eyes. “Look, Trin, drinking isn’t the best way to ease the pain,” she said and put the strands of Trinity’s hair at the back of her ears. “I rent a VIP room upstairs. We can’t make it home tonight. Go and take a shower then sleep. We’ll go home first thing tomorrow. I’m just going to talk to Chloe. Do you understand?” she asked.

“No! I want to drink more.”

“Trinity, please… listen to me. Your Dad will get mad when he finds out about this,” she said, pleading.

Trinity raised a brow. “How old I am? I’m twenty-five,” she said as she drinks another glass. “Don’t worry, Dad will not get angry. She trusts me, besides, I’m already a full-grown woman—”

“Oh, C’mon,” Lea mumbled, frustratingly. “My point is, if your Dad finds out what Duke did to you, you surely dead—”

“Fine! What room?” she asked, giving up.

“A-02,” Lea replied.

AS SHE enters the room, she unzipped her dress, took off her undergarments, and tossed it away. She then walked straight to the bathroom. She opened the shower and feel the coldness of the water flowing from it.

Her head hurt because of the alcoholic beverages she drank. But her heart was hurt even more, as she remembers their break-up scene.

Maybe Duke cheated because she can’t give her purity to the guy. Though there were times that she thinks about giving it. Especially when Duke always blabbers it out every time they had a date.

But it seems like she did the right decision.

Necking and petting increase the urgency of erotic feelings until sex may become a prominent part of their association together. But these feelings do not necessarily indicate genuine love.

Giving up your virginity is not a basis for giving genuine love. If a guy loves you, he is willing to wait until you are ready.

It’s been five days since their break up. She cried for two days, and the next following day, she hangs out with her friends and drinks until she gets drunk. She also requested a one-week leave from his Dad. And she’s not going straight to their mansion but rather chooses to stay in her condo.

She cursed under her breath when she can’t see any towel or robe inside the bathroom. What kind of VIP room is this? she mumbled.

Left with no choice, Trinity walks out from the bathroom, naked. As she steps outside, the white towel above the small wooden table near the bathroom, easily caught her attention. And she was about to wrap it on her body when the door suddenly opened.

“Are you—” she stopped when she saw the physique of the person who just came in.

It’s a man.

Trinity gasped for she can’t see his face because the room was dim. Only the light from the lampshade beamed the room.

The stranger started to walk in her direction. He’s tall—it’s all she can tell. Because his position was against the light. The man's shadow covers her, towering her that she needs to lift her head to meet his unclear face.

Suddenly, the man’s eyes went down to her expose body—Damn! she mumbled. She forgot to wrap the towel. Consciously, she then wrapped it to cover her nakedness.

The stranger chuckled. “Playing games, huh?” he asked.

Surprised, she gasped again and didn’t move. But the guy was fast that in just a millisecond, he grabs her waist and pulled her closer to him. He caresses her back and sniffed. “You smell heavenly, baby,” he whispered. She shivered. A bizarre feeling invaded her. His breath gives chills to her body.

Her mind shouting that he must push the guy away from her, but her body won’t cooperate.

The man started to move his hand down to her butt. She gasped, and her knees started to tremble. Desires started to build. Unfamiliarity evades. She just knows how to share a kiss and never get far other than that.

Is this what every man wants?

He gently squeezes her globe with his two hands, that even the towel is on, she can feel the warmth from his palms.

Her fast-pounded feeling started to change into something she can barely explain. Her stomach started to tumble as her heart started to throb fast. She knew that it’s not about the effect of the alcohol but the effect of the stranger.

The warmth slowly changing into desire. The towel fell leaving a soft thud on the floor. The man took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere. He then grabbed her waist. He lifts her and lays her slowly in bed. He positioned himself on her top. Trinity can’t even utter a word. It’s like that she was drowned from it.

In a swift move, he pressed his lips into her—he started to kiss her as he rests his palms above her chest, cupping her left mound.

Trinity groaned as he deepened the kiss, savoring her mouth with his tongue. With too much intensity, she found herself sharing the same sensation back. It seems like they were both thirsty, greedy for something.

She’s a virgin but she’s not that innocent. She watched erotic scenes and read some romance novels.

Desire started to evade her whole system.

She moaned as he harshly caressed her mound, tweaked a tip between his fingers before sucking it. From her pink tips, his lips moved down, savoring every inch until he reached the part between my smooth thighs. She moaned as he lashed his tongue over the chasm of her center. He kept tasting her until she quaked. She almost cum.

The man stood up and took off his pants and underclothing. If Trinity wants to, she can run away and end it. But her body won’t move. It seems like her body wants his touch and yearning for more. Her eyes widened when she saw how his shaft stood, firm and proud.

The guy walks on the side of the bed, pulled the drawer, and gets something in there, and he fits it on his shaft and positioned it again on her top. He kissed her with pleasure and she did the same. She can’t take it straight. She can’t focus. All she wanted by now, is to be taken by the stranger. Like she was ready for it.

Pain touches her face when he plunged, unguarded. Gosh, can’t he be gentle? said the corner of her mind.

“You’re a virgin?” the man asked, seems surprised.

She bit her lower lip, trying to forget the searing pain, she nodded. She was adjusting to his size when his soft lips landed on hers. Then he gently eased himself to her while stroking her sensitive bud.

The pain slowly turns into a sweet tingling sensation.

He then moves faster, scouring deeper and she began to meet his every move. She feels the pain but it's tolerable. She can’t let herself not memorize every feeling for the first time. The lust started to swim over, the uncertain feeling started to build inside her. She’s coming.

“Ah!” they groaned together as he asserts one final thrust.

The man rolled over on the other side of the bed, harshly took off his condom, and tossed it on the trash bin beside the bed. He closes his eyes not worrying how bold he was.

Will he not wipe his shaft, or might take a quick shower? Is it tiring to ignore her after they did it?

You’re doomed, Trin! You just gave in to a stranger! she whispered. But as she replays what they did—it feels good.

She pulled some strands of her hair out of frustration. She heaved a deep sigh and pulled the comforter to cover her nudity. She grimaced when she felt a searing pain between her thighs. It’s her first and it’s painful but she seems to enjoy it. To erase her thoughts, she let the darkness evade her as she closes her eyes.

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