Sadistic Boyfriend Came Back

1.

I turned over, feeling pain spreading from my lips to my toes.

My waist ached as if it had been hit by a truck.

"Awake?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded above my head, sending a shiver through my body.

I wanted to speak, but my throat was dry and sore. I couldn't help but cough and struggle to sit up in search of water.

Just as I was about to rise, a pair of warm lips pressed me back onto the pillow. A cool, sweet taste seeped into my mouth through those lips.

I widened my eyes, my heart racing at the sight of the handsome face so close to mine.

Last night...

I remembered a pair of slightly calloused hands roaming up and down my waist.

A head with messy hair was nuzzling my neck, with the tongue licking my collarbone.

My hands were exploring the contours of his abs and chest, kneading and biting as if I was enchanted, demanding more from him.

Fragmented memories resurfaced, leaving me bewildered.

Had I really slept with Clayton Gibson, the male model three years my junior?

"Victoria, do you want more water?"

Clayton licked the water droplets from his lips, his eyes dark and unreadable. His hand, which had been resting on my waist, began to move again.

"I'm sorry... the alcohol was too strong, " I said, clutching my chest, my gaze involuntarily drifting to the bruises on his waist and chest.

"It's okay. I could tell last night you were very enthusiastic... "

He chuckled softly, his words carrying a hint of suggestion.

I worked in public relations department for a small fashion brand, aiming to secure a suitable spokesperson.

And my sights had been set on Clayton, the male model who had recently skyrocketed to fame.

His agent happened to be my college senior, Roger Harris. And thanks for him, I managed to get in touch with Clayton.

But... I ended up sleeping with the newly debuted model.

I felt both ashamed and oddly triumphant.

Yet, I couldn't forget my original purpose for seeking him out.

Clearing my throat, I asked, "So, can you agree to help us by trying on a few pieces from our brand?"

"Of course."

"Really?" I looked at him with delight, meeting his deep gaze.

"But I have one condition."

"What is it?"

His lips brushed against my ear, and as he nibbled on my sensitive earlobe, I couldn't help but tremble.

"I want to get to know you better, so you can understand my body deeply... and know which clothes suit me best, right?"

I tried to speak, but a warm, soft object silenced me.

As our lips met, his scent enveloped me -a fresh, intoxicating aroma unique to young men.

His slender fingers wandered over my body, and I sighed softly, succumbing to the boundless pleasure.

"Clayton... " I tried to speak.

His hand slowly moved to my neck, suddenly gripping it.

My words were caught in my throat.

But it was only for a moment, and then Clayton's expression softened, and he embraced me, resting his head on my chest.

He said something, but I didn't catch it.

I only remembered his gentle eyes, filled with an unfathomable desire.

2.

Spending a passionate night with a famous male model was something I never expected.

But I considered that night of passion and indulgence as nothing more than a one-night game.

I never imagined I would have further interactions with Clayton.

However, when I returned to the company, exhausted, my boss didn't reprimand me for being late.

Instead, he eagerly approached me with a broad, chubby smile. "Victoria, I received feedback photos from Clayton. You did well. If you can get Clayton to be our spokesperson, I'll give you a raise. If you can't make it happen... your chance for promotion will be gone." He said with a regretful click of his tongue.

Supporting my aching waist, I nodded silently.

I wasn't a local in this city, and my mother and brother were back in the countryside.

To establish myself in this big city, I needed money, so I couldn't afford to lose this job.

I decided to try my luck at the fashion show, hoping to talk to Clayton again.

Although I personally felt the chances of him endorsing our tiny brand were slim.

"Well, if it isn't the low-tier PR from a low-tier brand? How can just anyone get into the fashion show these days?"

I was blocked at the entrance by Florrie Barton, who looked at me with a mocking expression. Passersby glanced over, eager to watch the drama unfold.

Florrie and I had been at odds since childhood, and it continued to this day.

We studied the same major and came to the same city to work, but she became the PR leader for a renowned brand, while I was just an employee for a small brand.

I didn't want to engage with her and tried to walk past, but she grabbed my wrist, looking at me provocatively.

"Can't understand human language? People like you are just wasting time here. You should find another job."

I frowned, my wrist aching. "Florrie, are you done?"

"Not yet!"

Florrie grinned, tightening her grip on my wrist.

"Let go!"

I pulled back with force, but Florrie suddenly released her grip, causing me to fall backward uncontrollably.

The expected pain didn't come. Instead, I fell into a warm embrace.

Florrie's expression turned panicked. "Clayton, I... "

The hand supporting my waist helped me up, and I saw a hint of anger in Clayton's otherwise cold face.

"I didn't expect Miss Barton to be like this. I won't consider your brand for endorsement."

Florrie's face turned pale. "Mr. Gibson, I didn't mean to."

"I can see for myself. I'd rather work with Miss Riley's small brand than a brand that looks down on people."

Clayton's words were merciless, and I was a bit surprised.

What did he just say?

I grabbed his sleeve. "Really, you'll endorse my company's brand?"

Clayton discreetly squeezed my fingers, then signaled his agent to take Florrie away.

"Roger has some business to attend to. You come with me."

I followed Clayton, helping him carry things and manage his schedule.

When everything was done, I was exhausted and out of breath. He too looked weary, resting his head on his hand.

We rested in his private dressing room. After some hesitation, I took out a box of candies from my bag.

"You look pale. Is it because of low blood sugar?"

Clayton looked at me, his bloodless lips moving as he didn't take the candy.

Instead, he stood up and approached me step by step.

Clayton was tall, and I had to look up at him. He tugged at his loose tie and suddenly lifted me up.

I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Victoria, look at me."

He placed me on the makeup table. Though it wasn't high, he held me firmly in his embrace.

Clayton's cold aura made me a bit anxious.

"Mr. Gibson, what's wrong?"

Clayton pressed a finger to my lips, a playful glint in his eyes. "I thought we were close. You're still calling me Mr. Gibson?"

I was speechless, and was just about to push him away when he grabbed my wrist.

"Babe, I'll be the spokesperson for your brand. Will you be my girlfriend?"

His tone was casual, as if discussing the weather.

"Are you serious?"

He didn't answer, his eyes darkening slightly, a faint smile on his lips.

At that moment, my phone rang abruptly. I quickly picked it up and unlocked the screen.

"Miss Riley, you've been two months late on rent. If you can't pay this month, I'll have to handle it as a breach of contract."

It was a message from my landlord, polite but clearly a notice to vacate.

My throat was dry as I looked back into his deep, dark eyes.

"Okay."

I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but as he lowered his head, a knowing smile played on his lips.

"Then, can I ask for a little reward in advance?"

Clayton cupped my face, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek.

As the kiss deepened, his grip on my waist tightened.

"It hurts."

My voice trembled as I tried to push his face away, but he took the opportunity to suck on my fingers.

The pressure wasn't strong, just a gentle nibble, his tongue flicking over my fingertips.

"Babe, I have only one request. You can't leave me."

3.

Clayton accepted our company's endorsement deal as promised.

I was specifically chosen to be his assistant, responsible for coordinating with his studio on various matters.

I finally got a promotion, and my salary increased significantly.

To be honest, I should have been happy, but there was an inexplicable sense of unreality lingering in my heart.

"Hey Victoria, come here."

Clayton beckoned with his finger, and I obediently walked over with a cup in hand.

After spending some time with him, I had learned some of his habits.

For instance, he didn't eat while working, only drank black coffee, and it had to be hot.

This habit reminded me a bit of my ex-boyfriend, who was quite peculiar.

Just thinking about my ex made me shiver uncontrollably.

I had finally gotten rid of him, so why was I thinking about him now?

"Very good."

Clayton swallowed the steaming coffee and nodded in satisfaction.

"Clayton, you have another event coming up, don't forget."

Roger rushed into the studio, and upon seeing me there, he greeted me cheerfully.

"Hey, Victoria, you're here too!"

"Hi, Roger!"

We habitually bumped shoulders, shook hands, and then let go.

Clayton suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh noise.

He stared intently at my hand, with unreadable expression.

"Roger, put the things in the car first."

Roger didn't notice Clayton's reaction and quickly ran off with the items.

Clayton pulled my hand over, his distinct fingers gradually covering my palm.

"Hey Victoria, don't forget what you promised me."

Though he was smiling, I couldn't help but shiver.

What had I promised him?

It was baffling.

Clayton followed Roger to the next event, and I didn't continue with them due to work but returned to the company instead.

When I could generate profit for the boss, I became indispensable to the company.

Even if I was away from the company for long periods, he didn't react much, only reminding me to take good care of Clayton and not to upset him.

After finishing the leftover work, I realized it was already nine in the evening.

My phone was dead, so I had to walk home.

Fortunately, my rented apartment wasn't far from the company, and in less than half an hour, I was downstairs in my complex.

I wondered if Clayton was done with his work. As I entered the elevator, I sneezed unexpectedly.

The temperature had dropped. I thought I should wear more tomorrow.

I rubbed my nose and was about to take out my keys to open the door when I noticed a large, dark shadow at the entrance.

It seemed to be a person.

"Hey Victoria?"

He spoke, his voice barely audible.

"Clayton, how did you know... where I live?"

I rushed over.

He was sitting on the ground, leaning against my iron door, his long legs cramped in the narrow hallway.

Perhaps for he had been sitting for a long time, he wobbled when he stood up, only steadying himself by holding onto the doorknob.

The shadow of the person enveloped me, obscuring his expression, but I could hear his indifferent and cold voice.

"Where did you go? Why didn't you answer your phone? Why are you home so late?"

He approached me step by step, his presence dangerous, his gaze sharp.

"My phone died... I was dealing with company matters."

I involuntarily stepped back until my back was against the wall, completely trapped under his outstretched arms.

He looked down at me, his eyes intense.

Clayton's eyes were large, a bit like dead fish eyes if they were any more deliberately wide.

I felt a bit panicked, the fear from years ago resurfacing in my heart.

"Have you eaten?"

I avoided his gaze, my voice trembling.

Clayton slightly curled his lips, stood up straight, and stepped back two paces. "I don't have dinner."

"You haven't eaten all day. Your stomach won't handle it... "

Before I could finish, I was suddenly embraced tightly.

His grip was so strong, as if he wanted to embed me into his body.

"Victoria, I love you so much. You can't leave me."

Clayton bent halfway, his head buried in my neck, his voice muffled.

My heart softened, and I comforted him with a hug.

I didn't understand why he would have such dependence on me, but his presence greatly satisfied my vanity.

Even if it was just a game, as long as we both got what we wanted, no one would lose.

"Clayton, I'm your girlfriend now, aren't I? I won't leave you."

He held me tighter, and I felt a dampness at the nape of my neck.

Was he crying?

That night, he didn't go home.

We cuddled on the small bed of the rented house, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

His embrace was warm, and I slept deeply.

To be honest, Clayton was handsome and aloof to others, but with me, he was like a loyal companion.

Such a person should be loyal and passionate.

Having a boyfriend like this didn't seem too bad.

5.

When I woke up, I smelled there was food.

"Awake?"

Clayton was holding an ingredient bottle, wearing my pink apron.

He looked funny and a bit ridiculous.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Did you cook?"

Clayton ruffled my messy hair, and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"I made bacon and egg sandwiches with milk. Get up, sleepyhead. Don't laze around in bed."

"How did you know I like these?"

I was pleasantly surprised but still reluctant to leave the warmth of the covers.

"If you don't get up, I'll have to tickle you."

Clayton lifted the blanket, pretending to tickle me. And I quickly scrambled out of bed.

"Alright, alright, I'm up for breakfast!"

I rubbed my eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed for him to see me just waking up.

Unexpectedly, he picked me up with one arm and placed me on the dining table.

As his face drew closer, I caught a whiff of mint from his slightly parted lips.

It was the scent of my toothpaste.

Did he brush his teeth?

But I only had one toothbrush at home.

Lost in thought, I found his lips were just inches from mine.

"Your phone's ringing, Victoria! Pick up the phone!"

The intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by my ringtone. And I hurriedly grabbed my phone.

"Hello, I'm at home. Yes, I'll be leaving soon. No need to pick me up, thank you."

I hung up and cheerfully picked up a fork.

"Let's have breakfast before it gets cold."

Clayton didn't smile; his expression as cold as ice. "Who called you?"

"A colleague."

"A colleague would pick you up for work?"

"He used to... pursue me."

I couldn't meet his interrogative gaze. "Oh, I turned him down long ago. We just happen to be on the same route, and he was just asking."

He continued to stare at me intently, speaking slowly, "Let's eat."

Throughout the meal, he didn't say another word.

No matter how hard I tried to lighten the mood, the atmosphere remained as oppressive as the calm before a storm.

Clayton hadn't finished eating when Roger called him away.

The moment he left, I felt an unexpected sense of relief.

But I didn't expect to see him again during my lunch break.

This time, I was completely baffled by some behaviors of Clayton.

I hadn't planned to accept Karl Tucker's treat for lunch, but considering how much he had helped me at work, I agreed.

He was gentlemanly and polite. Honestly, he was a good person.

Just not my type.

We had a pleasant conversation over Italian food.

But as we were leaving, Karl suddenly pointed to the entrance.

"Victoria, do you know that person at the door? He's been watching you."

I looked towards the entrance, and when I saw those deep, dark eyes. I couldn't help but shiver.

Why was Clayton here?

He strode towards us, approaching with a menacing look.

He grabbed my wrist with such force that I was nearly pulled off balance.

"Stop bothering my girlfriend." Clayton said, glaring at Karl with fury in his voice.

"No, we were just having lunch during our break... "

He turned to me, and I immediately fell silent. Clayton's gaze was terrifying.

"If you get this close to her again, I'll kill you."

I shivered.

His voice was serious, cold, with no hint of joking.

It was this seriousness that sent chills down my spine.

Karl's expression turned unpleasant, but before he could say anything, Clayton had already dragged me away.

"Clayton, you're hurting me!"

He ignored my cries, keeping his feet moving forward.

Such a sudden fear gripped me, making my heart race uncontrollably.

"Clayton! Where are you taking me? Stop!"

I pulled back on my arm, anger rising within me.

Why was he acting like this?

He was completely irrational!

Clayton abruptly stopped, his eyes bloodshot, gruesome and frightening.

"This is the last time."