Tricked to his Bed
His hand slid beneath my dress,
"You want me that badly?" I whispered.
"Yes."
The word left him like a confession. His gaze was soft... but starving.
I let my palm move over his bare chest, slowly,
"Then promise me something... and I will let you touch me."
His lips brushed my ear, voice rough and helpless.
"You know what you do to me, Alessa. I would give you the whole world if you asked."
My smile didn't reach my eyes. My voice dropped low, "Will you kill your elder brother for me?"
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"SHE BUILT HIS WORLD, NOW SHE WILL BURN IT DOWN!!!"
Alessa Smith gave him everything, love, loyalty, her fortune. For three years, she stood by her husband Adrain's side, only to watch him throw it all away for the woman he once loved. He felt like she loves him more than her life that she can never leave him. But little did he know that Alessa was never in love, she had no heart that could love. She was like a robot. All her love was an act to be a perfect wife.
He still never knew that the private company sponsoring him was hers to begin with. She only approached him following her grandfather's will. And now she's ready to take it all back. Piece by piece!!.
To fight for her inheritance, she told a big lie that forced her to approach Adrain's useless younger brother Kai-a ruthless Biker with a secret, who only wants to end his life on a Bike. She gives him a contract promising him a better life, as long as he becomes her boy toy and makes her pregnant within a year. She promised to give him everything she gave her husband. But she had no idea that he was her stalker and always imagined himself in bed with her. To her surprise, a woman without emotions like her found herself craving for his touch more.
With a taste for revenge, she makes him the perfect ally. Together, they'll strip her husband of every privilege, every illusion, every ruin he tried to claim as his own.
She will make them sit and watch Adrian's life ruins!!!!.
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Chapter 5
ALESSA POV
I didn't even remember how I got here. My mind wasn't with me.
One moment I was sitting on the back of Kai's bike, holding onto his jacket like it was the only thing keeping me upright... and the next, I was on his couch, staring at a wall that didn't belong to me.
His house smelled very nice, it was different from what I expected. It was very clean for a rough and dandy boy. His house didn't reflect his personality. Everything in the house was very expensive for a small biker like him.
"Kai..." I called softly.
He appeared in front of me with a glass of water. "Drink."
I took it, but my hands were shaking too badly to lift it to my lips.
My phone buzzed suddenly.
I almost ignored it... until I saw the message preview from Alicia.
Lydia Wolfe was attacked by two unidentified bikers...
My breath caught in my throat. I picked up the phone and viewed the message. I wanted to teach her a little lesson by sending Alicia my friend but she said she was already attacked.
I looked up at him slowly.
"Did you do it?"
He frowned. "Do what?"
"This," I whispered, lifting my phone. "Your stepmother was attacked on her way home."
Shock crossed his face, real and instant. "How did you hear it?"
I stared at him with raised brows.
His expression changed. "What? No. I didn't even know about that."
But my heart wasn't convinced. "Kai... was that you?"
His jaw tightened. "No. I swear."
Silence fell between us, he looked away. I knew it was him.
Then the words I had been holding back slipped out.
"Did you do it because she slapped me? Are you avenging me?"
His eyes darkened. "I would never hurt someone just because of you. Who are you to me? Why will I hurt my mother for you?"
I searched his face, trying to find a crack in his words. But all I saw was lies, he was trying to hide.
"Really?" my voice low, "everyone keeps saying you are the useless brother of the family with no backbone. But why do I feel you are a wolf claiming to be a sheep?"
"I can be a wolf for you if you want one." he blurted quietly but I heard it.
I smiled. "If you want to be my wolf, you will have to be a blood tasty wolf."
He sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. His ears burned red, I always like how his ears turn red for me.
"You shouldn't believe rumors about me," he said softly. "But more importantly... you shouldn't think I would ever use you as an excuse to hurt someone. You are nothing to me. I only brought you here because grandfather requested."
My chest tightened. "Yeah, I know."
His hand lifted before he seemed to realize what he was doing. His fingers brushed against mine.
The touch was gentle....and I stiffened. My heart skipped a bit for a little touch of him. He stared at me with pity in his eyes.
Why would he look at me like that? He pities me? Why?
Our eyes locked, and suddenly I was too aware of how close we were... of how his thumb was still resting against my skin... of how my breath was starting to match his.
I pulled my hand back, my heart racing and I stood up.
"I want to go to bed," I whispered.
"Yeah,you need to." he said hoarsely. "The room opposite mine."
But neither of us moved away. We stood still staring at each other. I felt like he had more to say.
I laughed weakly. "The room.is upstairs right?."
He said blankly. "Yes."
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I turned around and wrapped myself around a hard log.
"Why is the pillow so hard?" I thought.
My face was pressed against a broad pillow. I moved my hand around, and it was a hard chest.
Slowly, carefully, I lifted my head.
Kai's face was an inch to mine. His forehead was pinned to mine.
I was in his bed!! curled against him like I belonged there. His arm was draped around my waist, his breathing slow and steady.
My heart slammed so hard, I was sure it would wake him.
Oh no... no, no, no...
I tried to move, but his arm tightened slightly, instinctively pulling me closer in his sleep.
His lip touched my forehead. Heat rushed to my face.
Why did this feel... right?
I held my breath, staring at his lashes, at the small scar on his eyebrow I had never noticed before. This was dangerous. He was so dangerously tempting.
And then...
His eyes opened.
For a second, we just stared at each other. He had no expression on his face. He moved his hand to my hair and tucked it behind my ear.
"Allessa...? You sleep walk again?" he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
"I..I..I'm sorry," I whispered quickly. "I think I was sleepwalking. I didn't mean to.."
He didn't move, didn't pull away. Just looked at me like he was afraid I might disappear. Suddenly he pulled away, almost pushing me down. His elbow hit my forehead as he stood up.
"Shit!!" I winced, touching my forehead.
"You okay?" he asked softly. "I am sorry.
"I should go back to the couch." I tried to sit up, but his hand tightened gently on my wrist. Not stopping me...he rubbed my forehead gently.
"Wait for me, let me go get an ice block," he said quietly.
My chest tightened. This was wrong!! I was still married. He was my husband's brother. This could ruin everything.
But I didn't move, my body instantly obeyed. He supported my head as I laid back on the bed.
And then the door burst open. "Kai, you won't believe what...."
Jace stopped dead. His eyes widened. "Oh... damn. I am sorry, I had no idea Alessa is here."
He tried to turn away but instantly turned back. His eyes shone. "What? Alessa!!"
I scrambled out of the bed instantly, heart racing. "It's not what it looks like!"
Kai sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Jace, knock next time."
"I did knock," Jace said slowly, still staring at me. "You just didn't answer... because you were busy sharing beds with your brother's wife?"
"I sleepwalked," I blurted.
Jace blinked. "That's... actually worse."
Kai shot him a warning look. "Why are you here?"
Jace's expression shifted. "Because there's something you both need to see."
He held up his phone.
"There's a video trending online," he said quietly. "Someone leaked hospital footage... and a fake health report."
My stomach dropped. "What report?"
Jace swallowed. "They're saying you are mentally ill. That you were treated in a mental home before. And now people are claiming you are unstable and dangerous. The Hospital said they mistakenly hired a mentally ill patient as a doctor."
My hands suddenly felt itchy, I scratched it helplessly. I whispered. "How did they know? Who leaked it? Who said it?"
Kai instantly grabbed my hands with a smile "Its fine Alessa. Its a false report. A fake news."
I pushed his hands off. I was taken aback. "You knew I was sick?" I asked surpirsed then I recalled what he said when he woke up. "You also knew I sleepwalk? How? When? Did you leak my report to them?"
He shook his head. "Alessa, its a fake report you shouldn't worry." Kai's hands closed around my shoulders. Firm and Steady.
Jace said softly. "You shouldn't worry about this yet. Your grandfather heard it and fainted from anger."
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8.4
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7.4
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8.4
Juliette was an agriculture major desperately trying to get top-tier CRISPR potato data from Adrian Castillo, the untouchable physics genius and wealthy heir.
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