Vengeance in His Bed

Later that evening, Jannah lay sprawled across the center of her bed, her slender legs crossed as she aimlessly scrolled through her phone. Her hair was still damp from her long shower, clinging in sweet-scented ringlets around her neck, and her pale skin glowed under the warm, dim lights of the room. She was so absorbed in avoiding her own chaotic thoughts that she didn’t hear the door click open, nor did she hear the quiet, deliberate footsteps crossing the floor.

Suddenly, a heavy shadow fell over her.

Dorrent leaned down, his chest hovering inches above her shoulder as his head snaked right past her cheek to peep directly at her glowing screen.

"I hope you’re not watching porn or anything in here, little physician," Dorrent murmured, his deep baritone rumbling so close to her ear that his hot breath fanned against her sensitive shell.

Jannah flinched, snapping her phone screen off and shoving his face away with the flat of her palm. "Fuck off, Dorrent!" she hissed, her eyes flashing with immediate heat. "Do you ever knock, or is invading my personal space just an automatic instinct of yours?"

Dorrent smoothly straightened his frame, resting one hand casually in the pocket of his trousers while his eyes held hers with an annoying, unbothered composure.

"I came to inform you about next week," Dorrent said smoothly, ignoring her outburst completely. "I will be taking a select group of interns on an educational research trip to GeeCee country. It’s a key initiative for Gammar Tech’s international expansion. I would like you to tag along with me."

Jannah rolled her eyes, scoffing deeply as she tossed her phone onto the mattress beside her. "I’m not interested," she delivered flatly, turning her back to him as she pulled the blanket over her knees. "Go play grand corporate director with your interns and leave me alone. I have no business going to GeeCee country with you."

Dorrent stood beside the bed, his sharp jawline tightening slightly, though his tone remained calm and measured. "Shalen will also be tagging along to manage the records and executive schedules."

Jannah’s posture went instantly rigid beneath the blanket. The image of the breathtakingly beautiful, golden-haired secretary in her dangerously low-cut red top and tight skirt flashed vividly behind her eyes. A sudden, sharp prickle of irritation flared in her chest, but she forced a cold, sarcastic sneer onto her face as she looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Well then! Since you’ll have such great, refined company," Jannah mocked, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm, "why on earth do you want me tagging along? Won’t you just love having a stunning woman like that around to sway her hips for you in a miniskirt all day?"

A subtle, wicked glint sparked deep within Dorrent’s eyes. The subtle edge in her voice was unmistakable, no matter how hard she tried to disguise it under a layer of mockery.

"Stop being jealous, Jannah," Dorrent purred, taking a slow step closer to the edge of the mattress. "I only have eyes for you. Don’t you know that even if Shalen stood completely naked before me right now, I wouldn’t even get hard? There is absolutely nothing for you to worry about."

Jannah let out a harsh, incredulous laugh, sitting up straight on the bed and glaring at him with pure disdain. "Oh, really? And what about that famous impotence of yours, Alpha? Maybe you’re magically healed now and can fuck other women just fine! How the hell am I supposed to know?"

Dorrent’s eyes narrowed slightly, a low, dark gravity anchoring his voice as he looked down into her fiery face. "About that... I haven’t tried to find out yet. Because you are the only woman I have been sleeping with, Jannah. And truth be told, I don’t even care to find out if I am healed with another woman. As long as my body functions exceptionally well for you... I am more than satisfied."

Jannah’s breath hitched in her throat. The raw, absolute certainty in his voice sent a sudden, traitorous wave of heat rushing straight to her cheeks. She quickly looked away, biting her inner cheek to suppress the frantic beating of her heart.

Dorrent reached down, taking her slender wrist in a firm yet surprisingly gentle grip, pulling her slightly toward the edge of the bed. "Now... forget about GeeCee country for a moment. Today, I came here to take you out on a proper date. You can do whatever you want on this date, Jannah. I am even allowing you to personally pick any place you want us to go."

Jannah blinked, looking up at his handsome face with pure skepticism. "A date?" she repeated, her brow furrowing deeply. "Are you really that free, Dorrent? You have time to take me on a date instead of actively following up on what actually happened nine years ago? About your black cycle that slaughtered innocent people in the slums?"

Dorrent’s expression sobered instantly, a dangerous, icy resolve flashing through his eyes before he smoothed it over. "Do not worry your head about that," he assured her, his voice low and iron-clad. "My best men are already on the ground, digging into every single lead and unearthing the archives from nine years ago. Very soon, the culprit behind that setup will be completely exposed and brought to light."

He leaned down further, his frame looming over her as his face closed the distance between them. "So choose, little physician. Tell me where you have ever dreamed of doing something or going, and I am ready to fulfill it for you today."

His sudden proximity was overwhelming. The scent of his lingering winter-frost pheromones radiated off his body, instantly enveloping her senses.

"Move back!" Jannah gasped out, her hands coming up to press against his shoulders as she tried to create space. "You’re way too close!"

Instead of pulling back, Dorrent deliberately tilted his head, burying his nose straight into the soft, warm crook of her neck right above her collarbone. He took a long, deep, and audible breath, inhaling her natural scent into his lungs.

"Mmm..." Dorrent rumbled low in his throat, a shiver running down his spine as his lips brushed the sensitive skin behind her ear. "You smell so damn good, Jannah... Which perfume did you use after your shower?"

"I never use any perfume!" Jannah yelled, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she pushed against his chest with all her strength. "That’s just your perverted, sick mind working overtime! Get off me!"

Dorrent allowed her push to shift him back a few inches, though his eyes remained locked onto hers with a heavy, hypnotic intensity. "Has anyone ever told you that your natural scent is dangerously addictive?" he whispered, his thumb lightly tracing the pulse point on her wrist. "Because it truly is."