Chapter 16 Erase His Trace #3
His mouth consumed her greedily, licking her again and again with fierce, hungry strokes.
His body shook with need as he ate her out relentlessly, tasting her, breathing against her, refusing to let her pull away.
When she tried to retreat even slightly, he dragged her back to him with both hands, devouring her like he couldn’t breathe without her.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and the moment her body shattered on his mouth again, he didn’t even pause—he kept licking her through it, making her shake even harder.
Then he suddenly grabbed her by the waist, lifted her, and pulled her into the bathtub.
He settled her onto his lap, straddling him with her legs on either side of his hips.
Before she could even catch a breath, he gripped her hips and slammed her down onto his shaft so hard that she almost screamed.
He didn’t stop.
He thrust up into her over and over, deep and rough, the water splashing around them.
Mia clung to his shoulders, her body shaking, breath broken.
And then another sharp cry tore from her chest, her body tightening around him—but when she tried to move away, he held her still and forced her down harder.
Her head fell back, her lips parted, but no sound came out.
The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, leaving her mind blank and floating.
But even that wasn’t enough to satisfy him.
The moment she tried to breathe, he flipped her around, turned her over the edge of the tub, and thrust into her from behind, harder, deeper, until she was crying again.
Mia clutched the edge of the bathtub, desperate to steady herself, but he didn’t give her a moment—he stayed behind her, body pressing her down, thrusting until she couldn’t think.
He slid his arm around her stomach, pulled her upright, and gave one sharp flick between her legs. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed backward into his lap—right onto his shaft again.
She gasped, shocked, but he didn’t let her recover. He held her hips tightly and thrust up into her, so deep and fast that Mia couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t form a single thought.
Time blurred.
Hours passed.
The night passed.
And Alexander didn’t let go of her for even a second.
He stayed inside her, moving, touching, licking her, eating her out again and again—never stopping, not through the entire night, nor the day after that… nor the day after that.
***
Janet arrived at the hospital, her steps slow and heavy. Christie and Victor were already waiting in the lobby.
As soon as she walked in, both of them looked at her with deep concern. Christie stepped forward immediately, took her by the arm, and guided her into one of the chairs.
“What happened at the office? Why did they call you?” she asked, his eyes searching her face.
Janet lowered her gaze and answered in a tired voice, “Nothing. They just wanted to finalize the contract I once had with them. That’s all. I finished everything they needed.” Her voice dropped even lower.
But the disappointment in her eyes was clear.
‘I thought Alexander was asking me to meet him personally. After everything… how could he let go of me that easily? But instead, he sent Alan to speak to me.’
A knot tightened in her chest.
‘I don’t understand what he wants from me. Is he trying to find ways to stay in touch with me even after I’ve left his company? If he wanted to see me… then why didn’t he come himself?’
She frowned slightly, her confusion mixing with disappointment.
Her thoughts broke when Victor lightly patted her shoulder and slipped his arm around her in a comforting half-hug.
“Don’t worry about your mother,” he told her softly. “We’re here for you, okay? Everything is going to be alright, Janet. You look so tense and worried. You need to stay strong.”
Christie leaned forward and caressed Janet’s arm assuringly again and again, her voice protective and gentle.
“Don’t worry. I’m here too. Your mom will be alright. Everything is going to be okay. Don’t stress yourself so much.”
Janet nodded, but she barely heard their words. Her mind was too distracted and heavy. She sat quietly in the waiting room with Victor and Christie, all three of them glancing at the operation theatre again and again with worry and hope.
A few hours later, the red light above the operation theatre finally turned green, and a doctor stepped out.
All three immediately shot up from their seats and rushed toward him.
The doctor looked at them and sighed.
“This heart attack was a big one… but Mrs. Goodwin is stable now.”
Janet’s face brightened for a moment, relief flashing through her eyes. But the doctor continued speaking.
“Her condition is still very critical,” he said gravely.
“We need to put a pacemaker in your mother’s heart.
It’s a major procedure. Her heart is extremely fragile—she has had arrhythmia for quite a long time.
You should take her to a bigger hospital for this surgery.
And you need to get the pacemaker implanted as soon as possible otherwise, she may not survive much longer. ”
Janet froze. Shock spread across her face. Her body trembled and her knees weakened as if they were about to give out. She almost fell.
But Victor and Christie both caught her at the same time, gripping her arms tightly and helping her stand.
“Don’t worry,” Victor said in a reassuring, quiet voice. “I’m with you. I will take care of you and your mom. You don’t need to be afraid.”
Christie nodded firmly, her hand rubbing Janet’s back.
“Yes. We’ll help with her treatment. We’ll make sure your mom gets home safely with you. Don’t worry, Janet. You’re not alone.”
Victor immediately leaned closer, his voice firm but gentle.
“No matter how much money it takes, we’ll figure it out. Your mom is going to be alright. But if you get weak and fall sick yourself, then your mother will worry about you even more.”
Christie held Janet’s hand. “I have some money saved from my job. I’ve worked hard all these years. I will help you with that. I’ll also ask my family for the savings we kept aside.”
But Janet’s hands trembled uncontrollably. Her voice cracked as she whispered,
“No… it’s not going to be enough. The operation is very difficult. We need to go to a bigger hospital, and that’s going to cost a lot. Thousands and thousands…”
She swallowed hard.
“Just like last time… it’s going to take so much money. People like us can’t just come up with that much.”
Christie and Victor exchanged a worried glance. Christie gently guided Janet back toward the chairs.
“Sit for a moment… your face is so white,” she whispered, helping her down. “Everything is going to be alright, Janet. Just breathe.”
But Janet couldn’t hear anything anymore.
Her mind kept racing. ‘Even after leaving my job and ending that contract... is it really possible that I have to sign it again? Do I have to sacrifice my life all over again for my mom’s medical expenses?
Do I have to stay beside Alexander my entire life in exchange for money? ’
Her chest tightened painfully.
‘I already spent so many years beside him at parties, in public, everywhere… because I needed the money back then. I signed his contract once. Do I really have to do it again?’
The thoughts spun faster and faster in her mind.
Hours passed. Victor and Christie went to get medicine for Mrs. Goodwin, leaving Janet alone in the waiting area, staring into nothingness. She sat stiffly, her mind spinning with fear and confusion.
Finally, her eyes dropped to the phone in her hand.
Her fingers curled around it tightly.
“I need to borrow money again from Alexander. That’s the only way I can save mom’s life, she muttered under her breath as she stood up, her body going rigid with tension.
“But this time… this time I won’t repeat that mistake.
Last time I signed a contract to stand beside him at parties in exchange for the money.
But this time I’ll just ask Alexander to lend me the money.
I’ll pay him back. I’ll take a loan, not a contract.
Yes… that’s perfect. I won’t let him tie me into anything
She nodded to herself, convincing her heart to calm down, and immediately pulled up Alexander’s number. She dialled.