Chapter 1 The Final Encounter
Drayton: Is your period over?
Janelle: Yup.
Drayton: My place, 7 in the evening.
When Janelle Hayward read her texter’s icy words on WhatsApp, she couldn’t help but curve her lips into a cold smile. She responded with a single word: Fine.
She happened to be cruising with a few teammates on her motorcycle through the mountains.
Seeing that it was already past six, she floored the gas pedal.
Riding her Harley-Davidson, which came with a six-figure price tag, Janelle tore through several mountain roads before finally arriving in front of a mansion nestled in nature.
She removed her helmet and gloves before stepping into the living room.
The living room was elegant and opulent, yet it held an air of chilling austerity. There was a mysterious and secluded ambiance that permeated the atmosphere.
The man who had texted her was reclining on the couch, silently puffing on his cigarette, as if he had been waiting for her all along.
Amid the haze of cigarette smoke, one would hardly fail to notice the man’s strikingly handsome contours and chiseled features. He oozed an aura of noble indifference, an allure so breathtaking it seemed almost surreal.
Janelle couldn’t be bothered to gape at his profile. As she walked toward him, she began to undress.
She removed her coat and let down her long hair, instantly transforming from a dashing biker girl into a breathtaking beauty.
She approached the man and, with a swift lift of her long leg, promptly straddled herself onto his lap.
Janelle casually snatched the half-smoked cigarette from his fingertips.
She took a drag, letting the smoke fill her mouth before exhaling. Then, she placed the cigarette back between his lips.
“Should I take a shower first?” She asked, her arms wrapped around his neck, her captivating eyes locked onto his.
“No need.”
He reached out, gently lifting her chin. His thumb traced her beautiful lips for a moment before he assertively took the initiative, kissing her passionately.
She responded to him with the same passionate fervor.
His palm, seemingly imbued with a spark of fire, sent waves of electricity coursing through her body.
This man was Drayton Quiller.
A year ago, Janelle was surfing in the deep waters of Hoshailes when a shark attacked her. Drayton had saved her life.
After their heart-stopping encounter, they brought the tension with them into the bedroom.
Once they both got back to their home country, they became friends-with-benefits.
Drayton fulfilled all her financial desires, while she was always available at his beck and call, catering to his sporadic sexual needs.
After a year of being together, all she knew about him was his name. She was completely oblivious to his true background.
Of course, she had absolutely no interest in digging deeper.
All she knew was that every encounter with Drayton brought her pure, unadulterated joy.
Just like this time, they adeptly explored each other’s bodies, transitioning from the living room to the master bedroom on the second floor. Clothes were strewn all over the floor.
Heavy moans filled the room, and Drayton’s natural ruthlessness and lust were on full display.
Over an hour later, everything finally settled down.
Janelle was sprawled out at the head of the bed, feeling completely drained. For a moment, she didn’t want to move at all.
After Drayton had taken a bath and gotten dressed, he returned to his initial persona of a noble, elegant man, exuding an aura of cool aloofness.
He lit a cigarette, his gaze fixed on Janelle as he exhaled clouds of smoke.
Watching her carelessly engrossed in her mobile game, so quickly detached from the heat of the moment, his gaze became somewhat complex.
He had known all along that deep down, Janelle was nothing more than a cynical and irreverent woman.
Yet, he felt an inexplicable agitation, and he found himself taking several harsh drags of his cigarette. Afterward, he pulled out his phone and began tapping furiously.
Before long, Janelle received a notification on her phone about a bank deposit.
She tapped on the notification and discovered that Drayton had transferred a sum of money into her account. The string of zeros in the amount left her eyes reeling.
After carefully counting, there were seven zeros following the number one. That’s ten million!
As Janelle was pondering if he had accidentally added an extra zero, the man began to speak in a low, indifferent tone, “This is the last time we’re seeing each other. Let’s not keep in touch from now on.”
Stunned, Janelle paused slightly before asking, “Why?”
