My best friend and I married into the same wealthy family. Her mission: Seduce the overbearing older brother and drain his fortune. My mission: Seduce the famous younger brother and drain his... stamina. But the older brother was too rich; his fortune was endless. And the younger brother was a workaholic who was never home. I sighed. "I think I'm giving up. You?" My best friend replied, "If you give up, I give up." So I packed our bags, and we made a run for it. The older brother called the younger one in a rage. "Can you get your wife under control? If you can't handle her, get her a job or something. Just stop her from corrupting mine." The younger brother was filming a live variety show. In an instant, the entire internet knew he "couldn't handle her." That night, he cornered me in the bathroom, beads of sweat on his forehead. "I'll make it up to you," he whispered. "Just promise me you'll never run away again." 1 We were playing 'Truth or Dare' with eighteen male models at a club. My best friend, Lucy, lost. Her forfeit was to have the models surround her and give her a private twerking show. She covered her face, feigning embarrassment. "What's the big deal?" I teased from the sidelines. "Your husband is way wilder than they are." "You know what? You're right," she declared, dropping all pretense of shyness. "If we're here, let's go all out." She jumped into the circle and started dancing with them. Just as the party reached its peak, a line of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stormed in. They bowed to Lucy. "Ma'am, Mr. Blackwood requests your presence." These were Liam Blackwood's men. Lucy quickly dismissed the models and grabbed my arm. "Ava, what do I do? If Liam catches me, I'm dead." "Run," I said, calm and clear. I pushed through the crowd, heading for the back exit. It wasn't until I was outside that I realized Lucy hadn't followed. My phone rang. "Ava, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice small. "I'm not running. Liam's actually… really good to me. The money is just too good. Where else am I going to find a man like him? I've decided to keep going with the mission." I froze. Just last night, when I'd said I wanted to quit, Lucy had immediately agreed. "I'm with you. If you quit, I quit." And now this? Betrayed by a girl in love. 2 To be fair, Lucy's situation was different from mine. We had both been bound by a 'System' and married into the ultra-wealthy Blackwood family. Her mission was to seduce the domineering CEO, Liam Blackwood, and bankrupt him. But Liam's fortune was so vast that even after Lucy had become fabulously wealthy herself, she had barely made a dent. My mission was to seduce the celebrity younger brother, Bobby Blackwood, and drain his physical energy. Although Bobby came from money, he was serious about his career in entertainment. He was a complete workaholic, constantly filming, appearing on shows, or shooting commercials. We had been married for almost three years, and while he deposited every penny he earned into my bank account, he never actually came home. How was I supposed to drain his energy when I never even saw him? That's why I wanted to give up. Lucy was still on the phone. In the brief silence, I heard the sound of fabric tearing. I didn't have to guess. Liam was pulling her into the back of his Rolls-Royce. The partition was rising. He was tilting her chin up, his voice thick with possession. "Am I not good to you? Why would you run?" Lucy's resolve crumbled. "I'm sorry, darling," she cooed. "I never meant to leave you. It was Ava's idea. She put me up to it." A smirk was audible in Liam's voice. "So, I've been too lenient with you. She says a few words, and you run off with her? It seems a punishment is in order…" Ugh. Here we go again with the 'forced love' trope. I hung up before their little game could really get started. 3 Back at the hotel, I sat on the sofa in the presidential suite, sipping red wine alone. On the TV, Bobby's handsome face flickered across the screen. He was starring in a hit fantasy drama, playing a seductive fox demon. The scene currently playing showed him carrying the female lead back to his den to… make little fox demon babies. The comments on the screen flew by: He looks like he has super sperm. She’s a lucky girl. Do it! Do it now! Make all the babies! Please. It was all an act. The truth was, on our wedding night, I had almost completed my mission. We were in the middle of a passionate kiss. But then he went to take a shower, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was already gone—back to his film set. Seriously, who leaves his new wife on their wedding night to go back to work? Muttering to myself, I changed the channel. There he was again, on a variety show promoting the drama with his co-star. Suddenly, his phone rang on live television. He answered it. Liam's voice boomed from the speaker. "Can you get your wife under control? She took my wife to a club tonight and hired eighteen male models. If you can't handle her, get her a job or something. Stop her from corrupting mine." The show was live. The host's brain practically short-circuited. The online comments exploded: What, Bobby Blackwood is married? Who is his wife? Damn, his wife is a badass. 18 models? Can she handle that? Wait, did that guy on the phone just say Bobby 'can't handle her'? … Bobby was calmer than I would have expected. "I'm in the middle of a taping," he said to his brother. "We'll talk later." The incident was a full-blown live TV disaster. As expected, before the show even ended, Bobby's name was trending everywhere. #BobbyBlackwoodIsMarried #BobbyBlackwoodsWifeHiresModels #BobbyBlackwoodCantHandleHer The entire world now thought he was bad in bed. I looked at the trending topics and almost burst out laughing. I couldn't resist. Using my burner account, I commented under the most popular post: Such a waste of a pretty face. Satisfied, I tossed my phone on the sofa and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I rolled over and was met with a crisp, woody scent. "Why didn't you use your burner account?" a voice asked. It was Bobby. 4 My eyes snapped open. Bobby was leaning over me. What? Had I forgotten to switch accounts before I posted that comment? There was no anger in his voice, only a hint of amused indulgence. "It's the truth," I said defensively. "Am I not allowed to say it?" In the next moment, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me toward the bathroom. "What are you doing?" I protested. He set me down on the vanity and slowly, deliberately, kissed me. I had just been watching him act out a kissing scene. In the fox den, he had been coaxing the female lead, but just as their lips were about to meet, the camera had pulled away, showing only their intertwined hands. Now, his lips were on mine. His movements were a little clumsy but incredibly earnest. I could feel him getting aroused. He turned to run the water in the bathtub. As much as I was enjoying this, my resolve to quit the mission was firm. "Bobby," I reminded him, "I've decided to divorce you." His eyes darkened. I thought he was going to discuss the divorce, but instead, his lips found mine again, hungry and insistent. He was like a seductive fox, luring me in. I must have been drunk. I didn't push him away. The water in the tub filled, steam clouding the room. I was pliant in his arms. He brushed my hair back from my face, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. "We're not getting a divorce." "I know I've neglected you." "I'll make it up to you. Just… please don't run away again." As he spoke, he pressed a credit card into my palm. "This is everything I made this month. It's all yours." So that's what he meant by 'making it up to me'? Giving me money? But I didn't want his money. I wanted him. I set the card aside. He sensed my displeasure. "Not enough?" he asked, his voice gentle. "I'll work harder, earn more. I have three new endorsement deals in the works, and the payment for my next film is coming soon." For three years, he had worked himself to the bone, taking every job offered, with no time to come home. The balance in my bank account was already ridiculously high. But no matter how much money I had, if he wouldn't let me touch him, I could never complete my mission. "Bobby, you've given me more than enough money," I said, my fingers tracing the line of his shirt, flicking open a button. "Could you… give me something else?" There was no way he didn't understand. He caught my wandering hand, his expression momentarily dazed. Then he regained his composure. "Ava, I'll give you anything you want. Anything… except my body." 5 His words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing every spark of passion I had. "Why?" I had to know. "Because I don't want to lose…" he murmured, a look in his eyes I couldn't decipher. He must have someone else. A 'one that got away' that he couldn't forget. That's why he'd left me on our wedding night—he must have been thinking of her. Our marriage was a sham because he was waiting for her, saving himself for her. When he said he didn't want to lose, he meant he didn't want to lose her. "The bath is ready. You should get in," he said, lifting me off the vanity. I soaked in the tub. When I came out, he was gone. He'd just left, afraid I was going to pounce on him. My phone buzzed with a message from him: Have an early call time tomorrow. Heading back to the set. Get some rest. I called Lucy to vent. "Lucy, is he crazy? He turns me on and then just runs away. What's his deal?" Lucy's voice was hesitant. "Uh… I'm a little busy right now… Can we talk tomorrow?" I heard the… activity… in the background and immediately backtracked. "Oh, right. You're busy. Never mind." Before I could hang up, Liam's voice came through, deep and husky. "Pay attention, darling." It was too much. I quickly ended the call. Now I didn't even have anyone to complain to. I opened social media and saw I was trending. #BobbyBlackwoodsWifesComment My comment had been traced back to my main account. Now, a swarm of curious fans was flooding my page. So, is it true? Is he all show and no go? Can you please clear this up? I don't believe for a second that our Bobby is bad in bed. I hadn't believed it either. He had rushed all the way here to 'prove' himself, only to run away with his tail between his legs. Now, I was more certain than ever.
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