Page 1 of Tainted By My Enemy Fiancé

Chapter one

Prologue - Parker

Mymindachesfromthe day's barrage of noise and movement.

I’m sitting on the couch in a luxurious hotel room, feeling the weight of the long day on my shoulders. As one of the organizers of New York Fashion Week, my days are always packed with meetings and events.

I take a sip of my bourbon and sigh, grateful for the moment of peace. It’s not often that I get a moment to myself. I’m going to savor this brief peace while I can.

The room is breathtaking, with plush carpeting, elegant furnishings, and a breathtaking view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Brittany’s blue eyes meet mine in the reflection of the mirror as she touches up her bold red lipstick. My gaze drifts down her body, taking in the way her gown hugs her figure, accentuating every curve. She pulls her blonde hair over her shoulder, combing her fingers through it.

"Parker, I have some exciting news," she says, turning to face me. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and a wicked smile curves her lips. "After the next fashion show, I've made plans for us to go shopping in Paris and meet up with my friends in Monaco."

I can't help but feel a twinge of frustration. It seems like everything is always about Brittany and her friends, and I’m just along for the ride. If I have to listen to one more conversation about male models and hair treatments, I’m going to go insane.

"Brittany, you know I don't like it when you make plans without discussing them with me first," I say, trying to keep my tone calm. "I'm tired of being dragged around, I need a break."

"What do you mean? We always have so much fun together." Her tone leans toward the whine she knows I hate. It’s the same tone she uses with her father to get what she wants.

"I know, but it just seems like everything is about you and your friends," I say. "I need some time for myself too."

"But Parker, you're always working." Her face turns a slight shade of red, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms. "I just want to spend some time with you and have a little fun."

"I understand that, but I need some space. I don't want to feel like I'm just a personal ATM machine for you and your friends."

"That's not fair, Parker. I care about you, you know that," she says, her voice rising and her eyes becoming glassy. It’s another manipulation tactic, though I can’t blame her for trying it. Normally, it would work but tonight, I’m too tired to bend that easily.

"I know, and I care about you too, but I need to be able to breathe," I say. "Can't we just enjoy some alone time for a change?"

"But Parker." Brittany pouted, turning away from the mirror. "My friends over there are so excited to meet you. And I want to show you off in Paris and Monaco."

"I understand that, but I need a break from all the socializing," I say, trying to keep my tone calm. "I thought we could just relax here for a few days before the next show."

"Relax?" Brittany raises an eyebrow. "What's there to relax about in a hotel room? We have the best shopping in the world waiting for us in Paris."

I sigh. "Brittany, can't we just spend some quality time together without the pressure of going out and socializing?"

Brittany stands up, her hands on her hips. "Parker, I thought you loved being in the limelight and attending all these events. And now you want to just hide away in a hotel room?"

I rub my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I do enjoy attending events, but it can be draining. And I just thought it would be nice for us to have a change of pace, spend some alone time together, get to know each other on a deeper level."

Brittany crosses her arms over her chest, her frown deepening. "I don't see what's wrong with spending time with my friends and shopping in Paris. It's not like I'm asking you to attend a boring business meeting."

This is going nowhere. I sigh again, knowing that I’m about to give in because I don’t want to fight with her right now. "Okay, Brittany. We’ll do whatever you want."

She walks over to me, her expression softening. "I just want to make you happy, Parker. And if being in a hotel room does that, why don’t we make the best of it right now?"

Brittany gives me a sultry smile, reaching behind her back and pulling on one of the strings that keeps her dress laced. As her dress falls away, her creamy skin is on full display, nothing between me and her naked body. There is a stir in my pants as I sit a bit straighter in the chair and put down the glass of bourbon. She slowly walks over to me, her hips swaying, and sits between my legs. As she unbuttons my pants and pulls them down, my hand slips behind her head and catches hold of her hair. As I feel her wet warm mouth around my sex, I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and let out a soft moan.

She is good at this. Whenever Brittany wants something, she would initiate anything she could to try and get her way. But I don’t mind. I let her be the driver of our uneven relationship, but this is different. This is my domain.

In the bedroom, I’m in control and she is mine to do with as I please.

My hand in her hair is guiding her movements. She moans around me, taking me deeper as I guide her head, moving her faster. Her long nails dig into the skin of my thighs.

I can see her reflection in the mirror behind her. Her blond hair is messily scattered over the curves of her back. It makes me even more aroused.

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