Quadruplets for the Coldhearted Billionaire
- Genre: Romance
- Status: Completed
- Language: English
- Author: Elizabeth A.D
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Slept With A Stranger
“Daphne! This is the third dress you’re going to condemn just this night alone— you don't want to keep him waiting for long, do you?” her best friend Jessica said beneath the pile of clothes dumped on her face.
No sooner had she waved them off when another set came pouring on her head, all flying across Daphne’s shoulder as she continued to rummage through her closet.
“I don’t have anything to wear!” she cried out.
Jessica stared at her enviously and with traces of disgust, but the moment Daphne turned her back, she welcomed her with a smile.
Daphne’s boyfriend of four years would be arriving in the city tonight, and that seemed to send heat under her feet. She had spent her entire year's savings to sponsor his trip to the States two years back, and now she couldn’t wait to see him. Daphne is all conservative, and she had promised to give her virginity to him tonight to celebrate their reunion.
“This dress is perfect for the night!” Jessica announced after picking a random dress she set her eyes on to divert Daphne’s attention from whatever ugliness she caught in her eyes a few seconds back.
“Really? Nice! This blue dress has always been my favorite,” she said with joy.
Just then, Jessica’s phone chimed with a notification, and a message popped up from a sender named "Naughty".
*I can't wait to have you tonight, sweetheart,*
Daphne was quick to catch this, being a fast reader and the best editor at work.
“You have a boyfriend now? Jessie, damn!” Daphne cried playfully.
“I will tell you all about it tomorrow. Don't keep Daniel waiting, girl. We got off work early for this,” Jessica said, pulling her to the seat in front of the dresser.
She applied good makeup on her and even drove her to the hostel where Daniel, Daphne’s boyfriend, agreed to meet up with her.
The two best friends giggled and discussed over drinks at the bar on the first floor of the exquisite hotel.
But when Daphne wasn't looking, Jessica drugged her wine. Oblivious to the ugly act, she gulped down her drink with all smiles.
Jessica’s phone popped up with a notification again, with a loud sound.
“Why is Daniel late? You're receiving love messages back to back, and I haven't gotten any from him,” Daphne said tiredly; the drug was fast-acting, as it seemed to be working on her already.
“I feel so tired, Jessie,” she said.
“Uh oh, wow! I just received a text from Daniel; he's in room 306 waiting for you already,” Jessica said.
“Really? Why did he choose to text you and not me?!” Daphne challenged amidst her blurred vision.
“It's a surprise, Daphne! We've got a very big surprise for you,” she said to her.
“Take care and let that womanhood explain the night to me,” she said, leaving her on the spot.
The truth is, Jessica had already arranged a pimp for her waiting in room 306 to ruin her life. She had been having an affair with Daniel right before he traveled on the business trip. The duo’s plan tonight betrayed nothing of the evil inside of them.
***
Daphne staggered to the 8th floor with all of her strength, despite using the elevator. She would stumble and lean on the wall countless times until she reached her destination.
She was too tipsy with whatever drug Jessica dropped in her drink that she couldn't read the room number well. In a daze, she stopped in front of room 308 and giggled like a silly girl.
The thoughts of having a naughty night ran through her mind, and her cheeks flushed.
She kicked open the door but stumbled on a big notebook that was used to stop the door from closing.
“He did this on purpose,” she mumbled and tried to stand up when her eyes caught a manly silhouette sitting so divine and unmoved.
She entered, and the door shut closed.
The entire room smelled of this man’s aura and tasty manliness. She became tipsier.
“Daniel? Come and receive me, I missed you so much,” she said, stretching forth her hand.
But a low, rough voice came, “You all won't stop! Get out of here,” the man said.
“Daniel, you are making me sad,” Daphne cried and hauled herself up from the cold floor, but she tripped over the long legs of the man sitting on the couch and fell on him.
She crushed her soft lips on his and started to unbutton his shirt. His gold buttons shone in the dark, and it gladdened Daphne—she thought her boyfriend was now a rich guy thanks to her support.
“Stop! You filthy thing,” the man’s voice came so weak, as if he was under a spell. So unwilling but unable to resist Daphne’s tender touch on his skin.
Even the air around him smelled delicious already, and Daphne’s hunger for her thoughts shot up. She removed the man’s shirt, exposing his naked body, the silhouette of his broad shoulders and chest. It was too dark in the room to notice the best difference between this stranger and her boyfriend.
“If it's what you want, I will give it to you,” the man said in a calm but sexy voice that made Daphne’s nipples stretch from the fine dress.
He yanked her dress away in one pull and switched positions, with her now under him and moaning.
He inhaled her, and she smelled wanting already. It awakened a feeling of erotism in him, and he pinned her hands above her head.
***
“Err, it hurts so bad,” Daphne cried out from her sleep.
She felt so sore from last night, but at the thought of Daniel, her lips curled into a smile, and she turned around to hug him, but she touched an empty space beside her.
She rubbed the space but found nothing, and she was forced to open her eyes.
Sitting on a chair beside the bed was a man wearing a mask and a heartbreaking tattoo on his muscled arm; a broken heart shape and a dragon tattoo that spanned from his left arm to his neck.
But she failed to catch the most important point: the man was pointing a gun at her.
“Who sent you?!” he roared with rippling impatience.