Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 41: Fate

"I just got into town today. Wanted to unwind before getting busy tomorrow," Ethan said and she nodded.

Though she wanted to ask if he doesn’t live here in Zeden, she decided against, telling herself it was best not to know much. Instead of asking him more personal questions, she decided to talk about other things generally.

They talked for a while—shouting over the music at first, but gradually leaning closer and closer until she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. Ethan was charming. Funny. Flirty in just the right way. And god, he smelled good.

When he placed a hand gently on her lower back to guide her toward the quieter lounge section, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in.

In the low-lit booth tucked away from the loud dance floor, they talked more. He asked about what she did, and she told him she was in "personal relations," which wasn’t a lie—not entirely. He laughed at her jokes, listened when she spoke, and looked at her like he saw everything.

An hour passed, maybe more, before she leaned in close, her hand resting on his thigh, her voice barely above a whisper. "Wanna get out of here?"

He paused only for a second before giving a small nod. "Yeah. Let’s go."

Ethan drove them to his penthouse, just a few blocks away. If she’d been there as his friend, maybe she would’ve taken sometime to explore the place but that wasn’t why she was there. She was there to satisfy her sexual desires.

She could barely keep her hands off him in the elevator—trailing her fingers along his arm, her body brushing against his in deliberate movements. And once the door clicked shut behind them, it was like a switch flipped.

Rayna turned to him, her heels clicking as she stepped backward into the room, eyes locked with his.

"You good?" he asked, searching her expression for any hesitation. The last thing he wanted was for her to accuse him of rape or anything or the sort.

"Very," she said, pulling her dark hair loose from its clip, the curls tumbling down around her shoulders. "Unless you’re having second thoughts?"

"Not a chance," Ethan said, shrugging off his jacket.

Rayna stepped forward and slid her hands up his chest, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. "Then stop talking."

Their lips met in a rush—hungry, and urgent as though they hadn’t had sex in years. She kissed him like she meant it, like she hadn’t had a proper kiss in months. He responded in kind, strong hands gripping her waist and pulling her closer.

In no time, their clothes hit the floor, one piece after another. They stumbled toward his bedroom, laughter and moans filling the air in equal measure. And when he laid her down on his bed, she reached for him again, pulling him close, guiding his mouth back to hers.

Ethan wanted to be in control but Rayna wouldn’t let him as she turned him so she was on top and straddling him. She located his rod with her hands as she slowly moved her hands up and down his entire length, making Ethan groan in pleasure.

When the heat in between her legs became too much to bear and her wetness was already on the surface, Rayna slide his dick into her honeypot—a moan eliciting from her mouth the moment she felt him inside if her, strong and firm.

Rayna wasn’t shy as she moved her waist around him, humping and spelling coconut on top of him. She didn’t hold back. She wanted this, and she made sure he knew it. Every touch, every kiss, every breathless whisper in the dark—she led, and he followed.

planet she came from since no woman had ever

his thrust steady, not to fast and not too slow. Just when Rayna thought that was how far he could go, he increased the pace sending her whole body shaking with pleasure as she hit

the sheets, her body humming

thinking about lies, or secrets, or Ruby’s tangled world or even her world. She wasn’t worried about being

just Rayna. Wild. Free. And exactly where she wanted to

out and lazily pulled her closer, she let herself smile into the crook of his

know what tomorrow would bring, but

casting a soft golden hue across the room,

before. A warm breeze drifted in from the slightly ajar

Ethan stirred first.

a moment, he lay there—still and content. Then

pillow in waves, a few strands stuck to her cheek. One arm was folded under her head, the other curled against his side like she belonged there. She looked peaceful, unbothered and beautiful.

that tugged at his lips as the

night had been...

paths with a woman who would flip

the bedroom toward

opening cabinets, pulling out ingredients. Eggs. Bread. Berries. Butter. Coffee. Nothing fancy, but enough to whip

open slowly, blinking against the soft light. For a moment, she looked around—slightly confused—until she remembered exactly where

came Ethan’s voice as he entered the room with a tray in

chest out of instinct, her brows lifting

toast, eggs, berries, and coffee. I

me you go about making breakfast for your one

can drive me to the edge like you did last night," he said with

first time a guy’s ever made me breakfast and in bed,"

asked, amused, sliding onto the bed

fork. "Usually they sneak out or pretend to

satisfied look, "I could always do this

She took a bite of the toast, giving herself a moment to think. The sweet cinnamon flavor filled her mouth, but the warmth didn’t quite

Ethan. That was the problem. She wasn’t supposed to like anyone. Just have

pause, "this was supposed

doesn’t mean it has to be, right? We could just continue this way without putting a name to this...." he said, letting his

sighed and set her fork down. "I usually don’t link up again with my one-night

he asked, sensing there was

met his gaze, her expression soft. "But with