I flinched and glared at her with clenched teeth. "What the hell are you doing, Stella? Stop that right now!" I said, raising my voice slightly. But of course, she didn't stop. She never listens. Instead, she moved her leg even more, teasing me in circles. "I'll never let you break up with me. You're mine," she said, licking her lips like some kind of predator.
I huffed, trying to control my temper. "Stella, don't make me show you my dark side. Trust me, you won't like it," I warned her, hoping she'd back off. But she didn't. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and licked her finger slowly. "Oh, I don't care about your threats. I'll divorce my husband and marry you," she said, laughing hysterically. That was it.
I slammed the table with both hands and stood up, shouting, "I told you to stay away from me, bitch! I will NEVER marry a woman like you. Got that?" Everyone in the Starbucks was staring now, but I didn't care. I was done. I wasn't going to let her ruin my reputation. I stormed out, leaving her behind, and drove straight to my clinic.
But just when I thought the day couldn't get crazier, the elevator door opened, and there she was—Bianca. Dr. Adrian.
As I stepped into the elevator, thinking for a moment that I could finally breathe and get on with my day, the door was about to close. But then, out of nowhere, a small, delicate hand reached out and pushed it open again.
My first instinct was to groan, bracing myself for more drama because I thought it was Stella. For a split second, I was ready to lose my temper all over again. But when I turned my head, ready to yell, I saw her—Bianca.
My heart skipped a beat, and I froze. It was her, standing right there. In front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes. She looked breathtaking, absolutely stunning, in a simple yet elegant white dress. It hugged her figure perfectly, and it felt like she had stepped out of a dream and into my reality.
For a moment, I didn't even know what to say. My throat went dry, and my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.
I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself, but I couldn't stop staring at her. She was too close—so close that I could feel the warmth of her body.
She stepped into the elevator, her movements smooth and deliberate, and closed the small gap between us until there was no space left at all. I could feel her scent surrounding me—a soft, sweet fragrance that made my head spin.
I swallowed hard as her fingers reached up to my hair, brushing through it gently, sending shivers down my spine. She leaned in closer to whisper into my ear, her breath warm against my skin. It was enough to make me lose my ability to think straight.
For a moment, I wondered if I was hallucinating. Was this real? Was she really here?
"Bianca," I finally managed to say, my voice low and strained as I locked eyes with her.
She nodded, her lips curving into a playful smirk, and there was something mischievous in her gaze.
"Could we change our bet?" she asked, her voice soft but dripping with confidence.
My brows furrowed in confusion as I tried to process her words. "Our bet?" I repeated, narrowing my eyes slightly. What was she talking about?
She nodded again, her fingers trailing from my hair down to my neck, then sliding lower to rest lightly on my chest. The gentle touch sent a wave of heat through my body, and I felt my pulse quicken.
She leaned in even closer, her lips just a breath away from my ear, and whispered, "Yes, our bet. Are you scared to lose?" Her words were like a challenge, and the way she raised an eyebrow at me made it clear she was testing me.
I shook my head silently, unable to form a coherent response. My mind was blank, and my tongue felt tied, like I couldn't even find the words to respond. She let out a light giggle, the sound teasing and melodic, and it only made things worse.
"Okay," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Here's the new deal. Our bet is simple. If I beg you to sleep with me, then I lose. But if you beg me to sleep with you, then you lose."
She smirked, clearly enjoying how flustered I was. I blinked, trying to wrap my head around what she was saying. Wait—what? What kind of bet was this? It didn't make any sense to me.
Either way, wouldn't I win?
I lifted an eyebrow, rubbing my chin as I tried to figure out her angle. "What do I get if you lose?" I asked, my tone serious as I tried to regain control of the situation.
Her smirk deepened, and she tilted her head slightly, her fingers still resting lightly on my chest.
"If I lose," she said, her voice soft but deliberate, "then you win my virginity, and I'll be your sex partner for a month."
She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. "But if you lose, then you'll be my first and my last."
For a moment, I didn't understand what she meant. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the weight of her words settling over me.
I gulped, my throat dry, and managed to croak out, "Your first and your last? What does that even mean?" I pressed on every word, trying to get clarity. She smiled, her lips curling in that same teasing way, and raised her hand to touch my lips lightly with her finger.