Chapter Eight
From the window ofher office, Miranda stared down at the creeping pace of traffic below, knowing that one of the cars coming out of the building would belong to her fiancé, the mysterious Greek billionaire Nik Alexandropoulos. The most eligible catch that the world never knew about, the man whose ring was on her finger.
And yet, Miranda thought, that same man couldn’t leave the office fast enough to get to his mistress. If she had known things would turn out this way, she would have let Daria Everest be the fiancée and she’d have stayed on as his mistress.
Moving away from the window, she returned to her seat, her gaze unseeing. Life as she knew it now trailed past her eyes. Everyone looked up to her. Everyone. She was beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and with wealth of her own. Men had literally begged to have a chance with her, so why, dammit, why couldn’t Nik see the same thing they did?
Why did he want that woman more than Miranda?
They were both sluts in their past, and at least she had poverty and her stepfather’s beatings to push her into the life she had carved out of herself. What reason did Daria have? She had slept with all those men because she had wanted to be richer than she already was?
Why couldn’t Nik see Miranda was the better person for him?
Slowly, Miranda pulled her drawer open and took out the bottle of pills she had purchased last night. One would knock her down, two or three could kill her if she didn’t receive immediate medical help.
She placed the bottle on her desk and reached for her phone. She sent a text to Danny. She waited and counted the minutes, and when it was time, she calmly uncapped the bottle and took three pills.
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UNLOCKING DARIA’S FRONTdoor with his own key, he had only taken one step inside the apartment when his mistress launched herself into his arms.
“What the—-” Laughing, Nik managed to keep his balance even as Daria’s arms and legs went around him.
She was kissing him before he could ask himself what was going on, and Nik had no trouble allowing himself to be distracted.
When Daria pulled away, she pressed her mouth to his ear, whispering, “Take me.”
Just two words, and Nik went up in flames.
He didn’t waste any time. He settled her on the dining table, and she simply lay there, watching him with seductive eyes and an even more seductive smile as he got rid of her shorts and her panties.
“Do you want to be completely naked?”
She shook her head. “Can’t wait that long,” she said huskily.
Lust rippled down his body. “Good,” he rasped. “Because I can’t wait either.” Unzipping himself, he took out his cock, already fully erect, and wetted it by lining the slit between her folds.
Daria started to writhe. “Come inside me now, please.”
He acquiesced but only allowed the head of his cock to enter her body. He thrust in and out of her like that, tormenting both of them.
Daria moaned, her legs parting until they fell against each side of the table. “Nik, please,” she begged.
“Not...yet.” He increased her torment, playing with her clitoris while he continued with his little thrusts.
Daria’s head fell back. “Oh God, please...”
He pushed his cock all the way in.
Her moan turned into a scream.
Grasping both legs by the ankles, he kept her legs wide open while he started pummeling into her with his cock. Each thrust drove the table forward, inch by inch, until the opposite edge of the table struck the wall behind. But Daria didn’t seem to notice, and Nik simply didn’t give a damn.
The feel of her body taking him all the way in was intoxicating. There was nothing like it. He had fucked so many damn women in his life, all of them skilled in the art of fucking, but none of them had felt this good. None of them could ever compare to the beautiful liar crying out his name over and over.
“Nik, harder,” she begged.
He gave it to her, unable to stop himself from obeying her command. He shoved his cock into her as hard as he could, and she came apart with a scream, her eyes dilating, her entire body jerking.