After My Fiancé Cheated, I Took Revenge

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As Samuel drove me to his house, my mind was full of thoughts about his eight-pack abs.

So much so that I didn't even notice it when I arrived.

He opened the door and held out his arm for me to get out.

I approached him a little shyly.

Samuel took me to the bedroom and considerately prepared various women's products for me.

All of them are brand new.

I somehow thought of what Rosa said about enjoying life while it lasts, and the saying that finding someone new.

It felt like something exploded in my head.

This is the high-class beauty...

I just came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

The moment the door opened, I almost fell down because I had been washing for too long.

His big hands immediately wrapped me into his arms.

The belt of my bathrobe loosened by itself, and I didn't have time to fasten it. Something flashed in Samuel's eyes, and his deep eyes became even deeper.

He put his arms around my waist and pushed me against the wall.

The cool woody perfume smell on his body rushed straight into my nose.

It is said that alcohol can release one’s nature, and I hooked my arms around his neck.

He leaned down and kissed me.

He kissed me deeply, domineeringly and aggressively.

I was already a little short of oxygen, and the kiss almost made me suffocate.

Perhaps my enthusiasm aroused his desire. His enthusiasm was completely different from the image of a high-class beauty in my mind.

My face was flushed and my legs were so weak that I could hardly stand, so I just clung to Samuel.

When the bathrobe fell to the ground, Samuel asked me, panting,

"Saron, it's not too late to regret now."

"Why should I regret it?"

Thor can change women like clothes, so why can't I just enjoy myself for a while?

I pulled Samuel by the collar and moved closer again.

He picked me up.

Five minutes later, I was a little disappointed after bracing myself for the storm.

In the bathroom, Samuel blushed and didn't dare to look at me.

I don't know how bad I am. I can't even send it out for the first time.

When I was lying on the bed feeling lonely, Samuel hugged me from behind.

"sorry."

The temperature inside started to rise again.

I felt a sense of vigour in my heart.

Samuel stared at the red mark on the bed sheet, his expression agitated and his voice hoarse.

"First time? So am i."

Something slid down my hand and onto my wrist.

It was a night of great pleasure and orgasm.

I didn't have time to answer his question, nor did I try to understand the deeper meaning of his words.

I only remember the second half of the night.

Rosa really didn't lie to me. For something like this, you have to find the right person.

Thinking about how my friend had coveted Samuel's body in the past, I felt a little unhappy.

I woke up in a daze in the morning and found myself alone in the bed.

I woke up instantly and felt a little lonely.

There is really no difference between a one-night stand and a heartless relationship.

When he was with Thor before, he would always stop at the last step, then slam the door and leave.

At that time, I didn't understand why he stopped. I just thought that I was indeed rigid and had no sense of romance, so he had no interest in me at all.

Thinking of the absurdity of last night, the loneliness was diluted by the extraordinary happy experience.

There were several sets of well-fitting, new clothing placed by the bed, emitting a faint fragrance, and the air conditioner was at the most comfortable temperature.

I don’t know what kind of girl can train Samuel so well.

When I was staring at the clothing, I suddenly realized that I was wearing the bracelet that Samuel gave me on my wrist.

But I can't remember when he put it on me.

I only vaguely remember him saying that I would be his from now on.

Samuel came in with milk and a delicious breakfast.

"Awake? What a coincidence, just in time for breakfast."

When I heard him say what a coincidence, my face began to blush again.

He smiled, making me feel like I was bathed in spring breeze.

After setting the breakfast table, he bowed to me as if inviting me to a favor.

"Your highness, please eat."

"I remember that you liked to eat these the most when you were a schoolgirl."

I was stunned when I saw the red marks on the back of his hands from being burned by oil.

It turned out that he didn't leave, but went to cook breakfast for me.

I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, I am touched but also feel inferior, and I also blame myself for my petty thoughts.

He ate breakfast with me, and the atmosphere was so warm that it seemed as if we were a couple.