Haunting Memories

This man's mind was filled with nothing but lurid thoughts...

"Because it's easier to take off?" Lily laughed bitterly. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a plaything, a woman to satisfy his physical needs...

Ethan's movements faltered for a moment as he gazed into her glazed eyes, assuming that her bluntness was a result of her intoxication. He couldn't help but chuckle.

It seemed that when this woman was drunk, she became quite foolish, almost endearingly so.

"Yes, because all I have to do is lift it up," Ethan murmured as he lowered his head to unbutton her jeans...

Lily clung weakly to his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder as she stared blankly ahead.

From the men's restroom emerged an elegant, slender figure with soft, refined facial features and neat, short hair. The white shirt he wore only served to enhance his scholarly air...

Alex Carter.

Lily froze, her eyes wide with shock, as she stared at him, transfixed.

He looked even more handsome than he had in high school, standing at least six feet tall, his every movement imbued with the grace and poise of a noble prince.

"What kind of stupid jeans did you buy?" Ethan suddenly cursed under his breath, still grappling with the stubborn buttons on her jeans.

At the sound of his voice, Alex's figure slowly turned to face them—

Lily hastily buried her face in Ethan's chest, not daring to look up, not daring to steal another glance at that gentle silhouette.

Tears finally spilled from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in an uncontrollable torrent.

Alex...

She no longer dared to even stand before him.

Lily, to what depths have you degraded yourself? A mistress, nothing more than a mistress...

"You are so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes burning with lust. He kisses along her jawline softly, trailing his lips down towards the valley between her breasts, where he sucks gently on her neck. Lily moans softly, feeling embarrassed.

As Ethan's tongue makes contact with her folds, Lily bites back a cry of pleasure despite herself; she can't help but remember Alex – how gentle he always was when they were together back in school. How he would kiss every inch of her body as if it were made of gold, and how they used to share intimate moments that felt like they were straight out of a fairy tale. Now all she has is this rough-handed man who treats her like an object to be used for his pleasure instead of a person worthy of respect or love.

Next day morning, bright light assaulted her eyelids, and Lily rolled over a few times on the warm, spacious bed before slowly opening her eyes.

This was not the small room in the courtyard house. Rather, it resembled a high-end hotel suite, with floor-to-ceiling windows that had been left uncovered, allowing sunlight to flood the room.

Lily rubbed her throbbing temples and sat up in bed, her body completely bare, not a single piece of clothing to cover her modesty. Her legs ached with the familiar soreness that followed a night of passion...

Lily wrapped the white comforter tightly around her body and stretched her arm with great effort to reach for her clothes on the bench at the foot of the bed.

"Who is Alex?"

Ethan's figure suddenly appeared before her, clad in a grey bathrobe, clearly having just emerged from the shower. He held a towel in his hand, drying his hair, but his expression was dark, his features contorted with an emotion she couldn't quite place.

There was no greater humiliation for a man than to have a woman panting beneath him, calling out another man's name.