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His Favorite Sin

"Hey, stranger... you look dangerously tempting tonight." The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and a reckless smile curved on my lips. He leaned closer, voice deep and taunting. "Careful, Mrs. You might not survive what you're asking for." His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, pinned me in place. I knew in that instant I was standing before a predator ready to consume me whole. The way his hand brushed against my cheek sent shivers down my spine - and I hated how much I wanted more. --- Brinda thought she had finally found love, but betrayal on her wedding day shatters her fragile heart. Lost, broken, and angry at the world, she crosses paths with Jason - a notorious playboy with a dangerous charm and an offer she can't resist. Will Brinda allow her wounded heart to open again, or will Jason's dark world pull her deeper into a game of desire and deception? Step into a story of passion, betrayal, and fate - where one night changes everything.
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Chapter 8

Brinda's P.O.V

I kept looking at the ceiling, wondering what connection Jason had with Miss Cash, but my head kept going blank, which only got me more frustrated than ever.

"God, I hate my life right now." My mind kept thinking of the worst, as always, but I knew that I needed a distraction to redeem my brain back to normal state.

I stretched my hand under the pillow and checked the time - 7:11 p.m and I felt like time wasn't on my side today.

"Brinda, love, you've got to get a hold of yourself baby, you got this." My brain kept saying in a tiny, faint voice, but I knew I still needed something to relax my system.

I crept out towards the door hoping that I won't get a sight of Jason because I know it would never end well.

"Ouch" my foot hit the wall forcefully, creating excruciating pain. "Can today get any worse?"

I slowly found my way down to the kitchen, hoping to get some alcohol to calm my nerves. I looked around at how expensive his kitchen gleamed and wondered if he did anything here. "Gosh, his kitchen is so beautiful, it's just a pity... too bad the owner isn't pretty on the inside." While ransacking the wine cabinet.

"Finally - my favorite. Merlot. It's been long. I remember how I fell in love with you, and it's so good to see you again." which my lips got talking to the non object but it gave me peace.

I poured a glass, desperate for that first calming sip, only to behold a dark shadow from the corner staring at me, which almost gave me a heart attack. "H-hey, who's there, show yourself and face me like a damn adult," with my hands still shaking while holding the wine in one hand.

I kept bracing myself for anything to happen, and I wasn't going down without a fight. "Do you know how to fight, girl?" my mind kept floating on which was the worst time.

As the figure kept moving towards me, stepping into the light area in the kitchen - I embrace myself for a battle.

His steps were quiet, deliberate. Like a predator stalking prey. I should've run - but my legs, my heart, refused to move.

As my hands got ready to strike, I was astonished at the broad–built figure in front of me with his biceps calling my name. "It's insane how I still crave him... despite the emotional chaos he brings."

"What are you doing here?" He said while staring at me with his ocean eyes locked on my body, lingering shamelessly on my radiated lingerie while his hand slid down my shoulder.

He kept on staring at me with so much lust that for a second I felt I saw hunger written in his eyes for me.

"Well, if you must know, I came to drink and I don't know how it's any of your business," pouring the wine into the glass cup.

"Drinking now, huh? Pathetic. Just like the choices you make." with his hands inside his pocket like he owns the world.

"Your cruel words don't faze me anymore, Jason. Besides, if you want a drink all you could have done was ask instead of playing Mr you know it all," while sipping the wine slowly to irritate him even more.

"So my words don't have any effect on you. Amazing which I need to know more," while he kept coming closer to me.

I could feel the tension arising between us, but I refuse to give into his demand, "If he's playing with fire, I'll be the wildfire."

As I kept on sipping the wine, my mind lost track of his movements, only to see him standing an inch away from me, which made my heart skip.

"Why does it seem you are ignoring my look?" He said, swiftly raising my chin in his direction, which made my pussy drip.

"Why the hell are you showing him you want this? Get a grip, Brinda." but I knew deep down that I wanted him to rip off my dress.

He kept looking into my eyes like I was his, and the whole world fell still when his scent invade my senses, making my body betray every restrained emotion.

I wanted to fight him, but a powerful force kept me standing still, waiting for his next line of action, which was getting me restless.

He looked at me, only licking his bottom lips while whispering in my ears, "If you weren't a whore, I would have eaten you up, but you are just like every public girl I met."

His words broke my heart into pieces, and I immediately slapped his hands off my chin while taking the last sip of wine to soothe my restless night.

"I hate you so much, Jason, and I can't wait to get you out of my life for good," while storming my way up to my room not caring what he had to say.

Trust me, Jason. I'll find out who you really are - and once I do? It ends with my winning, Jason. You'll see.

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