Boss, Your Wife's Identity Has Been Exposed

The night was deep, and Victoria Gonzalez dressed in black, clutched her abdomen, her face twisted in pain as she stumbled into the nearest bar.

The pounding music made her head spin, and the nausea from losing so much blood was getting worse.

Victoria glanced behind her at the burly man pushing through the crowd, scanning the room. She couldn't afford to waste time. She hurried through the noisy throng, pushing open a door at random. Just as she was about to lock it, a large, veiny hand grabbed the doorframe.

Her mind raced, and she instinctively reached for the knife at her waist.

The next second, a handsome, unfamiliar face appeared in the doorway.

Victoria froze for a moment. Alexander Garcia stepped into the room, shut the door behind him, and stared at her with a dazed look, as if trying to recognize her.

She frowned and said coldly, "Get out..."

Alexander suddenly kissed her. His technique was clumsy, and there was a faint taste of drugs in his mouth.

Victoria was annoyed. Was this guy high enough to muster the courage to lose his virginity?

She pushed against Alexander's chest, but before she could shove him away, the door burst open. She quickly pulled Alexander's collar, using him as a shield.

Two burly men peeked in, cursed. "Damn it, another one in heat," and slammed the door shut.

The music was muffled outside, leaving only Alexander's heavy breathing in the room. He took Victoria's actions as an invitation and kissed her more hungrily.

"Get off me!" Victoria's voice changed pitch.

Alexander lifted her and threw her onto the bed, kissing her again to stifle her anger.

Victoria tried to struggle, but the pain left her weak.

The man seemed inexperienced with a woman's body, fumbling with her clothes and only managing to aggravate her wound without causing any damage to her outfit.

She winced and grabbed his hand.

Alexander looked up, his eyes unfocused, confused yet yearning.

With those wet eyes staring at her, Victoria found it hard to stay calm.

She glanced at Alexander's firm chest. Sensing her hesitation, he forcefully placed her on his lap, panting, "Teach me."

As he spoke, his hand slid to her waist, greedily caressing her back, kissing her lips haphazardly.

The heat of his body made Victoria lose her composure. She guided his hand down, pressing it between her legs. "Be a gentleman, start with some lubrication."

Alexander didn't know much about sex, but he understood lubrication. His Adam's apple bobbed as he lifted her thigh onto his shoulder and kissed her pussy through the thin fabric of her nightwear.

His tongue was thick and hot, quickly soaking her pants.

Eagerly, he removed his outer pants, holding her thigh and sucking again, this time only separated by her underwear, making the sensation more pronounced.

His tongue and teeth grazed her clit, making Victoria's thighs tighten around his head.

Alexander paused briefly, then resumed his relentless assault on her now wet and soft area.

Victoria couldn't control her moans, scared of the increasingly overwhelming pleasure, she grabbed Alexander's hair, trying to push him away.

But Alexander's left hand gripped her waist tightly, while his right hand pulled aside her underwear, lightly biting her swollen clit.

Victoria screamed, her vagina gushing.

Alexander straightened up, pulling her legs to his waist, wiping the vaginal discharge from his face with one hand, and unzipping his pants with the other, his voice hoarse, "Is this what you mean by lubrication?"

Victoria's legs trembled violently, her body limp, her mind hazy, unable to respond.

She suddenly let out a sharp cry as Alexander entered her without warning, the pain making her instinctively tighten, trying to expel the intruding penis.

Alexander gritted his teeth, "Don't squeeze."

Unable to hold back, he began to thrust, inching deeper.

Victoria slapped his arm hard and shouted, "Wait, let me adjust!"

But he couldn't hear her, only wanting to go deeper, despite the unprepared dryness of her vagina.

Victoria gathered her strength and slapped his face, catching her breath before angrily scolding, "I said wait! Can't you understand human language?"

Alexander sobered up a bit, obediently waiting.

Half a minute later, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it okay now?"

His hips were already moving subtly.

His thrusts lacked technique, relying solely on the size of his penis, crushing all of Victoria's sensitive spots.

Pleasure overwhelmed the pain, drowning Victoria like a tsunami.

Alexander groaned, leaning over, his hands on either side of her head, his thrusts speeding up.

Their joined bodies created frothy circles, the sound of water echoing.

Victoria's contractions tightened around Alexander.

Alexander's brows furrowed in pleasure, his thrusts creating afterimages, making Victoria's moans break and stutter.

Low groans and high-pitched cries filled the room as Alexander released inside her, their legs shaking uncontrollably, his penis reluctantly pushing deeper.

"Stop cumming!" Victoria's rationality returned slightly after her climax. Realizing what Alexander was doing, she pushed him away in shock.

She quickly pulled her legs up, preparing to get off the bed, but Alexander grabbed her plump buttocks, spreading them to reveal her swollen, engorged vagina, which was slowly leaking semen in the cold air.

Alexander's eyes darkened, and he thrust forward, starting a new round of conquest.

As dawn broke, Victoria's biological clock woke her naturally.

She froze for a second, hearing unfamiliar breathing, and grabbed a pillow.

Turning, she saw Alexander's face, memories of last night flooding back.

Kill him. That was Victoria's only thought.

She drew her knife, aiming it at Alexander's throat.

Alexander suddenly frowned, as if having a nightmare, his eyelashes fluttering uneasily.

He looked a bit pitiful.

Remembering his clumsy eagerness last night, he probably wasn't used to casual flings.

After a moment's thought, Victoria looked at Alexander again, tracing his outline with the knife. "I'll spare you because you're good-looking."

She got out of bed, seeing her naked, muddy body, and her anger flared again.

The alarm suddenly rang, and Victoria quickly silenced it, seeing the reminder "Annoying guest day." She had forgotten about it.

After quickly tidying herself up, she left quietly.

When Alexander woke, the bar was already empty.

His assistant waited respectfully at the door and called, "Mr. Garcia."

Alexander glanced around the messy room, spotting the bloodstain on the sheets, which at least reduced the likelihood of the other party carrying an STD.

He rubbed his sore temples, his voice cold, "Find out who she is."

The assistant answered, "Yes, sir."

As the assistant reached the door, Alexander called him back, "Discreetly. Don't make a fuss when you find her."

The assistant answered, "Yes, sir."

Alexander added, "Oh, and she seemed to be wearing a perfume with a gunpowder scent."

The assistant paused for a moment, then respectfully replied, "Understood, sir."