Unworthy

📖 Author's Note

Before we begin...

If you haven't read 'His Bride Isn't Me' yet, I highly recommend starting there first. Unworthy continues the journey of characters you've already met, and reading the first book will make this story even more meaningful.

David POV

"Fuck."

The word escaped through gritted teeth as my fist slammed against the mahogany desk.

The glass of whiskey trembled.

So did my patience.

How the hell did I miss that?

Months of planning...

Weeks of negotiations...

One careless mistake.

I closed my eyes for a second, forcing myself to breathe.

It didn't help.

My phone rang.

I picked it up without looking at the screen.

"Boss... are you okay?" Steve's cautious voice came from the other end.

"I want him moved to the guest house." My voice was cold.

"Tonight."

"And make sure he's still there tomorrow morning."

"Yes, boss."

He didn't ask questions.

He never did.

Just before I ended the call, he cleared his throat.

I frowned.

"What about her?"

"She's... your type."

Normally, that would've been enough.

Not tonight.

"No, Steve."

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Understood, boss."

The call ended.

Silence returned.

For exactly three seconds.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Then suddenly.

"Open..."

A weak voice.

Another knock.

"...Open the damn door."

I sighed.

Steve.

Didn't I just tell him no?

I unlocked the door.

Standing there was a woman dressed completely in black.

Black dress.

Black heels.

Black coat slipping off one shoulder.

Her long hair was a mess, as if the wind had been fighting with it all night.

Her eyes..

Half closed.

She looked completely drunk.

She slowly lifted her head.

Instead of smiling...

She glared at me.

I blinked.

That was new.

"Tell Steve I'm not interested."

I started closing the door.

"You should leave."

Before I could shut it...

she pushed past me.

Not gracefully.

She stumbled straight into the room.

Then collapsed onto the bed face-first.

I stared.

"...Seriously?"

No response.

Only slow, uneven breathing.

I rubbed my forehead.

"Hey."

No Response.

I walked closer.

"Can you hear me?"

Still nothing.

I lightly shook her shoulder.

She simply turned onto her other side...

pulling the blanket closer like a sleepy child.

I let out a dry laugh.

What kind of situation was this?

"You came all the way here just to fall asleep?"

No answer.

For the first time in years...

I didn't know what to do.

She didn't seem afraid.

She wasn't trying to impress me.

She wasn't even looking at me.

She was just...

sleeping.

I leaned down again.

"Wake up."

The moment my fingers brushed her shoulder..

she instinctively pushed my hand away.

"Don't..."

she mumbled.

Her brows tightened slightly.

Like she was fighting someone in her dreams.

I froze.

Something about that tiny reaction...

felt strangely real.

Not rehearsed.

Not calculated.

Just...

real.

She slowly reached out without opening her eyes.

Her fingers accidentally caught the collar of my shirt before slipping away again.

For a brief second...

our faces were only inches apart.

Her breathing was warm.

The room became unbearably quiet.

Then....

she stirred again.

Her forehead lightly bumped against mine.

A completely accidental moment.

Yet somehow...

my heartbeat skipped.

I immediately stepped back.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I had met hundreds of women.

None of them had ever managed to make me hesitate.

None of them had ever made me question myself.

This stranger...

had done it without even opening her eyes.

"Fine, if you want it so much," I said, taking off my shirt.

"But I can't promise you that I'd be gentle."

"I'm already on the edge."

My voice came out sharp.

She didn't respond.

I looked at her.

No way...

She had fallen asleep.

"Hey... hey."

I gently shook her shoulder.

She only turned onto her other side, curling up like a little kid.

"Is she for real?"

Somehow, that only pulled me in even more.

I climbed over her.

The moment she sensed me, she tried to push me away.

I caught both her hands and pinned them gently above her head.

"Ugh... move..."

She resisted my touch.

That only fueled my frustration.

She struggled beneath me, trembling as she tried to pull away.

Then, without warning, she slipped one of her hands free.

Instead of pushing me away...

She grabbed the collar of my shirt.

It caught me completely off guard.

I blinked twice, surprised by her sudden action.

What did that even mean?

For a brief second, I completely lost my train of thought.

Then she pulled me closer.

Our lips met.

I was Startled , Her lips crashed against mine recklessly.

I Pulled away almost immediately , staring at her in disbelief.

"How dare you?"

My voice echoed through the room.

"You were never supposed to kiss me."

But the way she looked at me...

Why was she looking at me like that?

What did that expression mean?

It was as if she wanted more.

That only made me angrier.

She had crossed the one line no one was ever supposed to cross.

She brought this upon herself.

I took a slow breath, trying to regain my composure before leaning closer once again.

finishing what I started .

Next Morning

I slowly rubbed my eyes, letting out a tired sigh.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, making me squint.

I glanced at the clock.

'9:17 a.m.'

"Damn..."

A small smile tugged at my lips.

That was probably the best sleep I'd had in months.

I remebred the last night , that was my first time been that rough .

But it didn't felt forced , it felt natural.

Soo Good.

Still lying on the bed, I instinctively turned toward the other side.

Empty.

My brows furrowed.

I sat upright immediately.

The room looked like a battlefield.

My shirt was lying near the couch.

My jacket had somehow ended up on the floor.

The bedsheets were a complete mess.

It had definitely been a long night.

But something felt... different.

Usually, every woman stayed until I told her to leave.

No one ever walked out before me.

Yet this girl...

She was gone.

And somehow, that bothered me more than it should have.

Then another thought hit me.

My first kiss.

I scoffed to myself.

Out of all the women I'd been with...

she was the first one to steal it.

Without permission.

Without even asking.

I immediately grabbed my phone and called Steve.

He answered on the second ring.

"Good morning, boss."

"Steve."

My voice was calm, but my mind wasn't.

"Where's the girl from last night?"

A brief silence followed.

"...What girl?"

I frowned.

"The girl from last night."

"The one you sent."

Another pause.

Then Steve sounded genuinely confused.

"Boss... yesterday you said you weren't in the mood."

"I didn't send anyone."

Everything around me suddenly went quiet.

"What?"

"I swear, boss."

"I never sent any girl."

I slowly lowered the phone.

If Steve hadn't sent her...

Then who the hell was she?

My eyes wandered across the room, searching for anything that might explain what had happened.

That's when I noticed it.

A white envelope resting neatly on the bedside table.

I walked over and picked it up.

It felt unusually heavy.

Curious, I opened it.

Cash.

Stacks of cash.

For a moment, I simply stared at it.

Then I looked inside again, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me.

They weren't.

I heard Steve's voice through the phone.

"Boss... who is the girl?"

I snapped out of my thoughts.

"I'll call you later."

Without waiting for a reply, I ended the call.

My fingers tightened around the envelope.

She had left me money.

Me.

David Anderson.

I let out a disbelieving laugh.

"What the hell did she take me for?"

For the first time in my life...

I wasn't the one who had walked away.

She had.

Without leaving her name.

Without leaving a number.

Without even looking back.

Only an envelope...

and a mystery I suddenly couldn't stop thinking about.