Reading the nonsensical text message, Oprah had a hunch that it came from him. He must have realized she had blocked his previous number, so he switched to another one to harass her.
Oprah decided not to reply, hoping he would think he had sent it to the wrong person.
But then another message arrived, "If you keep avoiding me, don't blame me for doing something irreparable to you."
Oprah furrowed her brow, contemplating momentarily, and finally replied, "What do you want?"
"To break up with Alfred."
"That's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible. Once you break up with him, I can fulfill all your desires in bed and elsewhere."
Oprah burst into anger and laughter, tossing her phone aside. She no longer wanted to entertain this deranged man.
However, the realization that he knew so much about her life unsettled Oprah. She couldn't help but feel a mix of horror and frustration. In her exasperation, she responded, "What have I done to offend you? Why are you tormenting me like this? Do you want to drive me crazy before you stop?"
This time, he didn't immediately reply.
As Oprah wondered if she had exposed his plot and left him speechless, he suddenly sent her a long text.
"You're driving me insane. I've tried to ignore you, give up on you, and stop caring, but every night when I close my eyes, I can't control the desire to possess everything about you."
"I want to kiss you from head to toe and fuck you passionately. Your whole body should belong to me; no one else should touch it."
"Oprah, did you cast a spell on me? Why am I so addicted to you?"
...
A loud smack echoed as Oprah's phone hit the floor.
She sat blankly on the bed, overwhelmed by the crazed and perverse words she had just read.
She couldn't fathom why he was so fixated on her, akin to fanatical admirers who pursued celebrities. It both scared and intrigued her.
Picking up her phone, Oprah hesitated momentarily before responding to him, "If you like me, why don't you come and find me directly? Sneakily harassing me will only make me hate you more."
After sending the message, Oprah waited for half an hour, but there was no reply from him. She felt even more perplexed. Could he be unattractive or hiding some dark secret, afraid of being despised if he revealed himself?
She put her phone aside and prepared to sleep. Finally, a message was sent from him, although it wasn't a response to her previous question.
"Alfred isn't as perfect as he appears to be. If you don't believe me, come to G&A Club tomorrow night at eight, and you will see his true colors."
He still tried to defame Alfred without revealing his identity, so Oprah replied furiously, "Even if he's only pretending in front of me, he's still a hundred times better than you, hiding in the shadows and refusing to face me!"
After sending the message, Oprah turned off her phone.
When Oprah woke up the following morning, she realized she hadn't called Alfred before sleeping.
Since they became an official couple, they would talk for a few minutes every night before sleeping, even if it was to say goodnight. But due to her anger towards his antics, she had forgotten about it the previous night.
As expected, there were two missed calls on her phone, both from Alfred.
Oprah dialed back.
A soft, languid female voice answered, "Hello?"
Oprah was taken aback, wondering if she had dialed the wrong number. She rechecked her phone and confirmed that it was indeed Alfred's number.
But why was a woman answering his phone?
The woman, noticing Oprah's silence, triumphantly chuckled, "You must be another one of Alfred's mistresses, right? Tut, he spent last night with me..."
Before she could finish, Oprah abruptly ended the call.
The mirror beside her reflected her pale face, her tightly pressed lips conveying determination and despair.
As night fell, the city's neon lights began to illuminate, casting their dazzling colors. which signaled the start of a night filled with revelry.Oprah had been waiting outside the G&A Club for almost half an hour.The G&A Club was a renowned entertainment venue favored by wealthy and influential playboys. Some elite individuals also chose this place to unwind from their work pressures.Oprah couldn't help but admit she was a little afraid, fearing that Alfred was as promiscuous as he had described. She stressed that all the warmth and care she had received during this time were fake, just like those from her ex-boyfriend.As eight o'clock approached, she finally mustered the courage to step inside. She gently pushed open the door to the private room, following the number he had provided.Inside the private room, there were numerous people. It was noisy and dimly lit, so nobody paid attention to Oprah.However, Oprah immediately spotted Alfred sitting in the center of the sofa.Alfre
A gust of night wind blew, and Oprah wiped away the cold tears from her face. She walked alone on the street, aimlessly going from one place to another. Suddenly, she was unsure of where she should go.Should she return to her apartment? It would be empty, and she would be alone.Should she go back to Harrison's house? But that wasn't her home, and she wouldn't feel the love and care of her family there.Roxanne would only make her please Burgess and Old Mr. Harrison, creating an illusion of marital bliss and happy children, making everyone believe that her second marriage was highly fulfilling.Oprah stood beneath a street lamp, staring blankly at the signboard across the street, contemplating that Alfred was genuinely skilled at acting.Perhaps he saw through her loneliness with just one glance, knowing that she yearned to be cared for and loved by others. That was why he showered her with affection and tenderness every day.And so, Oprah had fallen into his trap of false affection.
Night fell.Oprah stood outside Room 088 of the Hilton Hotel, holding the room card given to her by the front desk. After taking a deep breath, she swiped open the door.Just as she walked in and was about to turn on the lights, a strong force suddenly attacked her from behind, pressing her tightly against the wall. Then, something smooth and soft covered her eyes.Startled, Oprah instinctively struggled, "Let go of me! What are you doing? Who are you? Are you the man...?""Yes," a deliberately low voice whispered into her ear, deep and hoarse, as if he was trying to restrain something. Hot and heavy breaths sprayed onto Oprah's neck, one after another. He was like a ferocious beast.Oprah couldn't help but shiver with goosebumps, yet she felt somewhat relieved. Deep down, she believed him behind her wouldn't harm her, even though she knew nothing about him."Release me first! You're hurting me," Oprah complained unhappily. "And why are you covering my eyes? Are you ugly or something?
Without a doubt, he had indeed vanished.Anger surged within Oprah as she let out a bitter laugh. Taking out her phone, she dialed his number, but there was no response. Instead, she received a message from him, "I've already paid for the hotel room. You can rest until tomorrow before leaving."Oprah sneered and replied, "What a coward!"He remained silent.Unsatisfied, Oprah sent another message, "I will always look down on you!"He dared to sleep with her but lacked the courage to face her, making him a coward.Anticipating no response from him, she blocked his number.Perhaps instructed by him, the hotel's customer service sent a set of clothes in Oprah's size and a pizza she loved.Anger welled inside Oprah as she discarded the pizza, changed into new clothes, and departed from the hotel, enduring the discomfort.Walking proved quite uncomfortable due to the rough treatment she had endured the previous night. Oprah's posture seemed a bit awkward as she slowly approached the elevat
"Are you the man?" Oprah raised her head in disbelief, staring intently at Burgess.In the dimly lit elevator, she could not clearly see Burgess's expression, but she could feel his arm around her waist suddenly tighten. Also, a complex gaze seemed to have fallen upon her face.After a few seconds, Burgess whispered, "It's me."Oprah felt her blood go cold as if someone had poured a bucket of icy water over her head, leaving her feeling embarrassed.She couldn't believe that the person who had been secretly harassing and sleeping with her was Burgess!It was utterly ridiculous!Her anger flared up uncontrollably, "You played me! You made a fool out of me! Humiliating me on one hand while pretending to help me on the other. You are even more hypocritical and disgusting than Alfred!"Burgess narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "Oprah, calm down...""What should I calm down for? I bet you find me hilarious, don't you? No wonder you showed up here to laugh at me! Don't you dare te
As Oprah returned to the apartment, she noticed it was already past seven in the evening.Feeling tired and hungry, she wasn't up for cooking. Instead, she ate a few cookies absentmindedly and soon fell asleep on the bed.That night, her dreams were a tangled mess.One moment she witnessed the past argument between her father and Roxanne, and the next moment she was chasing after her father, desperately pleading with him not to abandon her and her mother. Finally, Burgess appeared before her, wearing a condescending expression, and coldly uttered, "Oprah, I've been fooling you all this time!"Startled awake, Oprah gasped for breath and felt annoyed. She muttered, "That despicable Burgess is still haunting me!"After a while, she heard her phone ringing on the bedside table. Despite having slept for more than ten hours, Oprah still had a pounding headache and felt groggy. She lazily picked up her phone, only to find that the caller had already hung up.There were five missed calls, two
In the evening, Oprah didn't return to the Harrison house as expected.Roxanne called her five times in a row, but Oprah didn't answer any calls. Instead, she found an elegant bar and sat at the counter, leisurely sipping her drink."So, you're here." Alfred sat down next to Oprah with a smile on his face.Oprah glanced at him indifferently.Her eyes were beautiful, with a touch of tenderness.Alfred was captivated by her gaze. "I called you and sent you messages on WhatsApp, but you ignored me. It made me so sad."Mockingly, Oprah replied, "I can't understand why Alfred, who seems to be surrounded by countless admirers, would be sad."Alfred smiled gently. "I'm willing to give up all the admirers for you, Miss Oprah. Can you give me another chance?""No," Oprah coldly rejected him, turning her head away. "How did you know I was here?""This bar belongs to my friend, who was in the box that day."As soon as he mentioned that night, Oprah became irritated again, as if she could see Bur
Maybe it was because of drunkenness or other unexplainable reasons. In short, Oprah didn't know what was wrong with her. She did not refuse the kiss but opened her lips to accept it.A look of surprise flashed across Burgess's eyes, and he blocked her at the corner of the elevator. His tall figure blocked the camera for her and deepened the kiss fiercely.They were kissing passionately when the elevator door suddenly opened.Burgess hugged her whose whole body was limp from the kiss tightly and took out the key from her pocket to open the door while kissing her lips and chin. He felt that his body seemed to be on fire.As soon as they entered the door, Burgess pushed Oprah against the wall, pulling off her skirt with his big hand without hesitation. A large piece of her skin was exposed, making her a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but slip into Burgess's arms.Burgess’s face flushed with desire.The two quickly rolled together, and the atmosphere became intensely hot....