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I had been following Howard Wilson for two months, and finally, after one of his social engagements, I seized the opportunity and took him to a hotel.
I touched his skin, my face flushed as I continued to unbutton his shirt.
When I unbuckled his belt, I saw the impressive size of his dick.
My face grew even hotter.
He had drunk a lot, and when the alcohol hit, he pulled me onto the bed and pressed down on me.
Howard kissed me forcefully, his tongue invading my mouth and stirring.
In the midst of it, he kept calling me "darling."
I had never been this intimate with any man before, and when he pressed down on me, I really didn't know how to react.
So when he entered my body, all I felt was pain.
My first time having sex was so easily taken by him.
I had to admit, Howard had a great body and was very skilled in bed.
It was only the initial entry that hurt, making me cry out, but after that, it was all pleasurable enjoyment.
I was forced to indulge all night, and when I left the hotel the next day, I could barely walk steadily.
But when I saw my phone filled with steamy photos of Howard and me, I knew my plan had succeeded.
Howard was the uncle of my fiancé's mistress.
Two months ago, I discovered my fiancé was cheating on me.
My first thought was to confront them face-to-face, preferably in front of the media, to stage a dramatic scene of catching them in the act.
I wanted to ruin their reputations.
Until I discovered the existence of Howard.
The Wilson family was powerful and influential in the entire Emerald City.
Howard was the head of the Wilson family.
And my fiancé's mistress, Olivia Smith, was just the daughter of the Smith family.
The Smith family had a marriage arrangement with the Wilson family and had relied on them for their current status.
If I could hook up with Howard, I wouldn't have to care about my fiancé anymore.
Then I could break up with him without hesitation and tell him that even if he married a rich woman, they would still have to treat me with respect!
I worked hard on this plan for two whole months.
During these two months, I even quit my job to focus on conquering Howard.
I compiled all his personal information into a table, including his height, weight, dietary preferences, and everything else.
I also spent a lot of money to get a copy of his schedule.
I was well-prepared, and the whole plan progressed exceptionally smoothly.
The only thing I didn't expect was that Howard, driven by desire, was not to be refused.
I originally just wanted to take some photos to threaten him, but we ended up actually having sex.
Thinking about how he lifted my leg and positioned me for the third round last night made my cheeks flush again. I shook my head.
At this point, I couldn't care less about how Howard would react when he woke up in the hotel.
I picked a few less revealing photos from my phone's album and sent them to my fiancé, Joseph Miller.
To feel even more satisfied, I also edited a text message for him.
I wished him and Olivia happiness, and since he had someone else, our engagement was over.
But he didn't need to feel guilty because my bed wasn't empty either.
As for our parents, they could each explain to their own families.
Finally, I reminded him not to forget to send me an invitation to his and Olivia's wedding.
Maybe I could give him a surprise then.
After sending the message, I blocked all his contact information.
Saying goodbye to the past, I was ready for a new beginning.
I knew deep down that Howard and I were worlds apart, and last night was just an accident. Howard wouldn't have any further interactions with me.
But I didn't expect that within a few days, we would meet again.
This time, he actively sought me out for another deep conversation.