Chapter 62
Natalie was shoved into the back seat in the dead of night.
Sienna glanced at her unconscious form before slamming the door with a sharp thud Without a word, she slid into the driver’s seat and stomped on the gas.
About half an hour later, the car rolled to a stop outside a hotel.
Sienna shot Natalie a look in the rearview mirror and let out a triumphant sneer. “You brought this on yourself, Natalie. You shouldn’t have gotten in my way. But at least you’re still good for something Enjoy.”
Without another word, she grabbed her phone, dialed a number, and said, “I’m out front. Come get her.”
Sienna hadn’t planned on showing up at first, but the thought of all the times Natalie had humiliated her made her blood boil.
Tonight, she’d watch in person as Natalie became some man’s plaything, capture every moment of it, and finally enjoy the sweet taste of revenge she’d been waiting for.
Five minutes later, a greasy middle–aged guy–Patrick Fischer–stepped out of the hotel.
The second he emerged, his gaze locked onto the woman standing by the car. She was wearing a mask, a white blouse, and light blue jeans.
Patrick walked right up to her, eyeing her up and down. “She’s in the car?”
The woman nodded.
Patrick pulled open the rear door and saw the woman passed out across the seats. She was absolutely gorgeous with her perfect porcelain skin, delicate face, and flawless makeup.
The woman by the car hadn’t lied to him, after all.
Patrick was beyond satisfied, his hungry gaze barely lingering on the unconscious woman before he dragged her from the car and crushed her against him.
Desire burned through him, impatient and urgent. His gaze flicked to the woman leaning against the car, and he muttered, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of what you asked for.”
She gave a faint hum in reply.
Without another glance back, Patrick strode off.
The night was pitch black. Thick clouds covered the moon, blotting out every last star in the sky.
After a long pause, the woman removed her mask and pulled out her phone, typing a message to an unknown number. She gazed at the bustling street with a faint smile.
Some time later, the door to a sixth–floor hotel room was kicked open with a violent crash.
The man in the tailored suit scanned the scene with bloodshot eyes, his rage so intense that it looked like his hair was standing on end. Without warning, he lunged forward and punched Patrick square in the face.
Patrick staggered back, stunned, before his shock twisted into fury. “What the fuck? Who the hell do you think you are, hitting me?”
Just then, a naked woman came running over barefoot. Her makeup was smeared from crying, her lipstick messy
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across her face. “Xavier, save imel This man tried to rape m Please, help me!”
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Patrick’s lips curled into a sleazy grin. “Oh, give me a break Don’t even try that. You were begging for it. You sald your man was a worthless joke and that you wanted a real man like me. Now, you’re suddenly playing the victim?”
Xavier’s expression hardened, and he struck her across the face. “Stenna, have you no share? Jason threw you away, and now you’re so desperate that you’d lower yourself to this trash?”
There was no doubt about it–the woman being hauled into the hotel room was Sienna, and the man who’d caught her in bed with Patrick was her own husband, Xavier.
Sienna fumbled for an explanation, but nothing sounded right. She grabbed at his sleeve. “Xavier, please, just let me explain! This isn’t what it looks like!”
She was already having a hard time explaining herself, and Patrick just had to make things worse.
As he casually gathered his clothes off the floor and dressed, he taunted, “Look. No offense, man, but you should keep a closer eye on this one. Who knows? Next thing you know, she’ll be someone else’s mistress. You caught her with me. How many times do you think you’ve missed out?
Sienna’s eyes burned into him before she lunged like a woman possessed. “Shut up! Just shut the hell up!”
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