Chapter 253

Third Person POV

Rachel stared at herself in the mirror; she perfectly covered the hickeys that covered her neck and sprayed the room she booked with a scented spray, hiding the scent of sex that was clearly evident.

She hoped she didn’t look too disheveled when she went back downstairs to meet Gavin at the bar.

She finished getting the room situated, slipped her shoes on, and started towards the door, but froze when she heard a commotion in the hallway. Frowning, she turned the handle and pushed the door open, only to see a couple of men dragging a very drunken and drugged-up Gavin towards a large set of doors at the end of the hallway. She was about to say something to them when she saw Judy trailing after them, worrying her bottom lip and tugging at her fingers. Judy hadn’t noticed her, but the rage Rachel felt was like no other.

What the hell was she even doing here??

She hid away for a moment as Judy and the others took Gavin through the large set of doors. After a minute of waiting, with bated breath, the men emerged without Judy or Gavin in sight.

“I shouldn’t be surprised a man like that owns his own suite here,” one of them murmured as they passed Rachel. “He looks rich as fuck.”

“Pretentious asshole who can’t hold his own liquor,” the other murmured.

They both laughed as they made their way to the elevator.

Rachel gawked after them and then stared at the large doors.

Was it true that Gavin owned his own suite here?

Rachel’s cheeks flushed with anger. Why the fuck was Judy in his personal suite and she wasn’t? This wasn’t right! It was supposed to be Rachel. Rachel is the one who came back for him… she’s the one he loved and was going to marry a long time ago.

What was so special about Judy that gave her the right to his personal suite?

She closed herself back in her room and paced the space, her fists clenched at her sides. She wasn’t here to sit on the sidelines and watch another woman with her man. She was here to reclaim what once belonged to her. Giving up Gavin was a mistake; despite everything, she had loved him in her own way. She wasn’t ready to give up on that kind of love just yet.

She would be damned if she was going to let Judy Montague take away what belonged to her. She stormed out of her room and hurried down the hallway, stopping when she reached the large set of doors. She realized it was locked by fingerprint, so there was no way to actually break into the room… There was only one thing she could do.

She mustered up enough of her acting performance to produce a few tears, making her gaze tear-filled and somber as she sniffled.

She frantically knocked on the door, her body forcing a tremble as she waited for someone to answer, preferably Gavin, but she’ll take what she can get. From the look on Gavin’s face when he was being dragged down the hallway, it didn’t look like he was going to be doing a lot of walking in the near future.

After a few moments of waiting, her heart thudding violently against her chest, the door finally unlatched and opened.

Judy was surprised to see her, and there was a mix of hurt in her gaze. Rachel acted as the doting girlfriend to Gavin, and when she saw Gavin slouched on the couch, sporting an obvious hard-on… she didn’t hesitate to shove past Judy and go to him. He made it easy when he murmured her name and rested his head on her shoulder; it made the performance look more real in the eyes of Judy, who was standing at the doorway watching them.

“I’ve got you,” Rachel purred, holding onto Gavin even tighter.

She told Judy she would call the doctor once she left, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. What she wanted was to get Gavin into bed and undressed as soon as possible.

She wasn’t a complete monster; she wasn’t planning on taking advantage of him fully… but she wanted to make it appear as if something had happened between them, further sealing their growing bond.

Plus, the thought of actually being intimate with Gavin made her stomach recoil. He was the enemy after all.

Once Judy left, a wicked smile spread across Rache’s face.

Gavin was breathing heavily from whatever interaction he had with her. His eyes had opened briefly, and when he saw Rachel’s face, his brows furrowed, and he whispered her name. He was too far gone to fight the drugs, though, so Rachel used that as her opportunity to put on a little show for Judy to ensure she left.

She kissed him deeply, letting her tongue explore his mouth; he breathed her in, his nose crinkling in understanding that her scent was wrong.

By then, Judy was long gone.

“Judy…” he whispered, his reality distorted. “You smell different.”

Rachel scowled at her name… why was he thinking about Judy still?

“New perfume,” she murmured as she pulled off her shirt. “Now, kiss my neck like you mean it.”

And he did; he grabbed her and kissed her neck like she was the most precious thing in the world, knowing damn well that it wasn’t Rachel he was thinking about.

He nibbled and sucked her neck until she had red bruises all along her neckline.

She pulled his shirt off as well and did the same to him; he let out a soft moan, draping his fingers through her hair and pressing her further into him as she nibbled and sucked on the nape of his neck, marking up his skin. She needed her scent all over him and his all over her if she wanted him to believe this lie.

When he had a few hickeys coating his body, she pulled back, admiring her work with a winning smile.

She pulled him to his feet, and though he stumbled and could barely walk, she managed to get him into his bedroom, pushing him onto the bed. He was practically asleep the second his head hit the pillow, which made her job that much easier.

She pulled off his pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked.

Rachel pulled the covers over his naked body and then went back into the living room. If she wanted to make this believable, she needed to get drunk as well and make it seem like they were both overly intoxicated. She drank until she could barely see straight, raiding the mini bar on the far side of the living room.

She drank and sprayed her perfume all over the room, hoping to mask Judy’s lingering scent.

Once she was done, she joined him in the room. She stripped off all her clothes and slid into bed.

Moments later, she was drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face.

This plan was bound to work.

……

Gavn’s POV

My head hurt like hell.

What the fuck happened last night?

Before I even opened my eyes, I felt my head. I remember it was burning up at one point… but something made it feel better.

Or someone.

I startled when the image of Judy straddling my lap surfaced in my mind. Her breathy moans as she captured my lips with hers, the taste of her tongue in my mouth, and the way we breathed the same air.

The feeling of her in my arms.

My cock stirred at the very memory. My very protruding and naked cock…

Naked?

I opened my eyes to the dim lighting of the room, glancing around the familiar suite.

How did I get to my suite?

I lifted my head, feeling a presence beside me, and I turned my head to see a figure in my bed. The blanket covered her entire body as she struggled against my pillow. With a pounding heart, I grabbed the corner of the blanket. I needed to see her for myself, to know that it was Judy who warmed my bed just as she kissed me and made me feel more alive than ever last night. Just as she cured the heat that threatened my body from the liquor that I had drunk.

I pulled back the covers, my heart dropping into the pit of my stomach as I saw the woman, the naked woman, who lay next to me.

Rachel.

She stirred as the cold air of the room hit her flesh, and then her eyes fluttered open, a tired smile on her face when she saw me staring at her.

“Good morning, handsome,” she said, attempting to touch me, but I managed to dodge her.

“Rachel, what the fuck are you doing here?” I asked her, my eyes narrowed. I’m aware of how cold and cruel I sounded, but at this moment, I didn’t care.

She frowned as she sat up.

“What do you mean? You invited me here,” she told her, her brows furrowed.

“No… what…” I started to ask because, from my memory, it was Judy I was with last night, but now my memories were starting to become distorted. “I—” I started to speak again, but that’s when I saw them.

The hickeys.

My markings…

All over Rachel’s neck.