The jet-haired woman, who was enjoying every stroke of Dexton's hips, finally groaned loudly. Damn it! Why were my legs frozen in place just by hearing Dexton's call a few minutes ago? Everything I heard from him was like binding me right under his feet and surrendering to whatever he did.
Dexton, who was wearing nothing, turned around and fondled the jet-haired woman who was now putting on her clothes. I was slowly getting used to the look on her face. It was just that I still didn't remember anything about her.
"Are you coming home late?" she asked. Well, I knew her. Of course, I was. She was Dexton's business rival who had been feuding with him over a land dispute we handled. So, what did I see just now? They were fucked. Did that mean the problem was over? No more territorial disputes and the like? Or was it a scam, like Dexton said?
"Um, I don't think so. Will you wait for me at the apartment?" Dexton asked back while I was like an idiot just standing there waiting for her to leave. Fuck whoever she was. What was clear was that she was already made this damn man waste my time. Mr. Levy must be furious that I left for so long and didn't give him any news.
"Of course, baby. Where else am I going to wait for my fiancé to return?" The woman with the dark purple lipstick flashed a smile while snapping at Dexton's jaw, which disgusted me. But when she walked up to me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and greeted me in a voice that she made lilting, it was as if many puzzle pieces were flying around in my head.
Did she say "fiancé"?
"You shouldn't forget to ask my name, Miss Foxx. We've met several times, but you're still ignoring me. At least say hello to your former foster sibling," she said, instantly making me straighten up, so he laughed. "Oh, my... you're so funny, Foxx. It's only natural that you've been a punchline for so long. I'm just wondering how such a voluptuous Gerald could be in a relationship with an unattractive girl like you."
No, no, no. No one should ever bring me down mentally again, especially a woman like Ophelie. She... I was no stranger to her other than being an orphanage mate. She was also... wait! That's right! She was the woman who fucked Gerald at that time. The night I died and the day I came with Mr. Levy was also the time I saw her. And she was the one who Dexton said was the imposter who had taken his pack territory.
What game was this?
"Hey... besides being ugly, you're a daydreamer. Why? Do you have something to say? Just say it while I'm still here. You must be very confused by this situation."
I turned to Dexton, who was now dressed. He looked even more handsome than I had seen him a while ago, and I only realized it now.
Shit! What were you thinking, Shenna?! Stop that!
"So what's this all about, Mr. Elmer?" I asked seriously. "So your so-called business rival is your mate? Oh, sorry. She's not your mate, is she? I'll refer to her as your fiancée. Deal?" I said, but neither responded except for the looks on their faces that I couldn't read. "Does this mean our business is over? So you've made peace with this fiancée of yours, or... there's never been a land dispute case like you said?"
Dexton didn't answer but glanced at Ophelie, who was frowning. Did she not yet know that she wasn't Dexton's mate and that he had already found his mate—me?
"Mate? You've found your mate, Dex?" asked Ophelie, which made the devil in me smile with satisfaction.
Honestly, I'd never disliked anyone, but when I found out that Ophelie was the woman my fiancé was having sex with when she was Dexton's fiancée, I wanted to break her heart. Didn't Dexton know about this woman's relationship with my ex-fiancé? Or was that what their relationship was like—taking turns fucking Ophelie at the same time.
Hearing Ophelie's question, Dexton didn't answer but looked at me deeply and meaningfully, and before we knew it, we were the only ones in the room. Both of us. There was no Ophelie, who probably left sulking because she didn't get a response from her lover.
Even if she was upset, I was sure Ophelie wouldn't let Dexton go. Who wouldn't want this man? He was always been an idol. I'd even been so smitten with him that I felt flowery when he seemed to save me from the bullies. Unfortunately, he had bad intentions towards me.
"Mr. Elmer, please don't waste my time. Tell me, did you deliberately create this charade of a dispute? What for? Do you like to make trouble and inflict it on others? You've never changed since the old days," I grumbled as I made a bribe to leave. However, he stepped quickly and stood in my way.
"Wait, Shenna! You're right. I did that on purpose." He leaned closer, caressed my cheek, and grinned slyly. "You have no idea how scared I was after that night. I was afraid of losing you, Foxy."
What? What did he say? "On what basis do you dare to say such a disgusting sentence, Mr. Elmer? It was you who raped and killed me! Have you forgotten that?" The pair of hazel eyeballs gasped and stared at me wide-eyed. I wasn't sure whether my decision to say this was right. One thing was for sure: I could no longer contain the anger that had reached the top of my head and had finally exploded.
"W-what are you saying, Foxy? You disappeared the night you caught Gerald making love to a woman. I chased you and didn't find you anywhere until someone told me you came to your new boss's house, and you guys... shall I continue?"
No! What did he say? Was it like the real story happened? If so, why was it different from Mr. Levy's? Didn't Mr. Levy mess up Dexton's memory? Was this the effect?
"I wanted to tell you the truth that you were my mate. Yet, you made love to him instead. Has he marked you? Do you enjoy his touch?" Dexton asked breathlessly while eroding the distance between myself and him. I took a step back every time he came closer. That harassment couldn't happen again. He must never take anything from me again.
"Mr. Elmer, I think our business talk is over. I have recorded the things I need and will hand them over to Mr. Levy as proof that we have handled this case properly. Regarding payment and everything else, you can contact our law firm, and as usual, the bill will arrive in your mailbox within this week." I pushed him gently, but his firm body remained unmoving and wouldn't let me leave.
"Please, Foxy. Stay here for a while. Let's talk about everything. Gerald and Ophelie don't know this." Yes, I knew it. Because you were the same coward you were ten years ago, Dex! I wasn't surprised. "OK. I won't force you. I'm sorry."
He stepped back and took my breath away. Where was that ridiculous, sickening Dexton? Why did he seem so desperate and yearning? Was this his cunning ploy to get what he wanted?
"First, stop calling me that disgusting nickname. Second, you already know that I'm not a morning virgin, and Mr. Levy has probably already marked me. So, sorry, you no longer have a chance—regardless of your purpose in doing this to me. Just as you don't realize that your fiancée has been fucking my ex-fiancé, you also don't know how I can never accept you as a mate. I have already rejected you, Dexton. Whether you accept or reject my rejection is no longer my business."