NOVGO.NET Chapter 299: The Aftermath
Chapter 299: The Aftermath
Sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains of the master suite, painting gold stripes across the chaotic landscape of the bed.
Vivienne Vanderbilt stirred.
Her first sensation was a dull, heavy ache that radiated from her core to the tips of her toes. It wasn’t a bad pain. It was the deep, satisfied soreness of a body that had been used thoroughly, pushed past its limits, and rebuilt in the span of a single night.
She blinked, her mind sluggish, trying to piece together where she was.
The ceiling was unfamiliar. The scent… musk, expensive wine, and sweat… was intoxicatingly strong.
Then, memory crashed into her like a tidal wave.
Alex.
The images flashed behind her eyes, vivid and unrelenting.
The dining room. The table. The floor. The way she had begged. The way she had screamed.
She, Vivienne Vanderbilt… the CEO of a media empire, the woman who made senators nervous… had spent the last night on her knees, on her back, and bent over furniture, serving a boy half her age.
Her cheeks flamed hot, a flush spreading down her neck.
She remembered the things she had said. The desperate, filthy promises. The way she had offered up her own dignity like it was currency, just to feel him inside her one more time.
’Oh my God.’
She brought a hand to her face, expecting to feel shame. Expecting to feel the crushing weight of regret.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she felt… light.
For the first time in twenty years, the crushing pressure of being “The Matriarch” was gone.
The need to be perfect, to be in control, to be the smartest person in the room… Alex had stripped it all away, leaving her raw and exposed.
And she had never felt more alive.
She shifted her legs, wincing slightly as the friction of the sheets reminded her of just how swollen she was. Her lips felt bruised. Her thighs trembled. Every inch of her body carried his mark.
’I’ve been reborn,’ she realized, tracing the soreness of her hip where his fingers had dug in.
Then, another memory surfaced.
Helena.
Vivienne stiffened.
She remembered her assistant. Her cousin. The woman who had spent the last decade walking two steps behind her, holding her schedule and fetching her coffee.
Last night, that same woman had straddled her back. She had mocked her. She had fought her for Alex’s attention like a feral cat.
Vivienne turned her head slowly on the pillow.
There she was.
Helena lay just inches away, her dark hair a tangled mess, her bare shoulder marked with the faint red imprint of a hand. She was wide awake.
She was watching Vivienne.
For a long moment, nobody spoke. The silence stretched between them, heavy with the knowledge of everything they had done.
They had crossed every line. They had shattered every boundary of their professional and familial relationship.
Helena’s eyes darted down, then back up.
She bit her lower lip, looking suddenly small. Uncertain. The drug of lust had worn off, leaving the reality of the hierarchy exposed.
“Mrs. Vanderbilt…” Helena whispered, her voice raspy from screaming. “I…”
The title hung in the air.
Vivienne stared at her. She saw the fear in Helena’s eyes… the fear that the boss was back, that the game was over, that punishment was coming.
A slow, wicked smile spread across Vivienne’s face.
She sat up, the sheet falling to her waist, exposing her naked chest without a shred of modesty.
“You…” Vivienne narrowed her eyes, feigning fury.
Helena flinched, scrambling backward off the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest.
“Vivienne, wait! I can explain! It was the… the heat of the moment!”
“You bitch,” Vivienne growled, though the corners of her mouth twitched. She lunged.
“You still remember I’m your boss?”
Helena shrieked… a high, girlish sound… and bolted for the door.
”I’m sorry!” Helena laughed, getting her foot caught in the tangled sheets as she scrambled off the mattress and sprinted into the hallway.
“Get back here!” Vivienne shouted, throwing the covers off and chasing after her, completely naked. “You think you can ride me like a pony and just say sorry?!”
They burst out of the bedroom, two grown women, two pillars of high society, running through the halls of the villa like teenagers.
“I didn’t mean it!” Helena yelled over her shoulder, skidding around the corner toward the grand staircase. “He made me do it!”
“Liar!” Vivienne laughed, the sound bubbling up from her chest, free and uninhibited. “You loved it! You were begging for it!”
They thundered down the marble stairs, their bare feet slapping against the cold stone, their laughter echoing off the high ceilings.
Helena reached the bottom landing and collapsed onto the bottom step, breathless, unable to run anymore. Vivienne caught up a second later, tackling her cousin in a heap of limbs and tangled hair.
They wrestled for a moment, playful and clumsy, before collapsing back against the stairs, side by side, chests heaving.
Vivienne leaned her head back against the railing, trying to catch her breath.
She looked at Helena. Helena looked back. And then they dissolved into giggles again.
It was absurd. It was insane. It was the most liberating moment of Vivienne’s life.
Slowly, the laughter faded, replaced by a comfortable, glowing silence.
Helena hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. A soft, dreamy smile played on her lips as she stared at nothing.
“He’s…” Helena started, then trailed off, blushing.
“A monster,” Vivienne finished softly.
“Yes,” Helena agreed, her eyes shining. “A complete monster.”
She turned to look at Vivienne.
“I’ve never… I didn’t know it could be like that. I didn’t know I could be like that.”
Vivienne nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Neither did I.”
She touched her neck, where a faint bruise was already forming.
“I have to be honest, Vivienne…” Helena whispered, her voice dropping to a raw, confessional hush. “When he filled me… I felt like I was dying and being born at the same time.”
She swallowed hard, looking down at her trembling hands.
“I don’t think I can live without that monster dick of his anymore. It’s… it’s ruined me for anything else.”
Vivienne let out a breathy, knowing laugh, nodding in agreement. “You and me both, darling. He’s…”
She stopped, her eyes losing focus as the memory of their ’ambush’ washed over her.
They had tried so hard to take control in that bedroom. To flip the script, to overwhelm him, to earn back some shred of their shattered dignity by being the predators. But it had been an illusion.
It was as if he knew every single one of her weak points before he even touched her.
With just a few calculated caresses… a thumb pressed to her throat, a grip on her hip… he had disarmed her completely. He had taken all her fire and turned it into fuel for his own pleasure, making her helpless, submissive, and desperate in seconds.
And the terrifying truth was… she had loved it.
She had loved the feeling of her power being stripped away. She had loved the relief of finally surrendering the burden of control to someone truly, undeniably strong.
The smile froze on her lips.
She sat up straighter, her head cocking to the side as a sudden, jarring realization hit her.
The villa was silent.
Too silent.
There was no sound of the shower running. No footsteps overhead. No heavy, commanding presence filling the air.
“Helena,” Vivienne whispered, the warmth draining from her face as she looked up the empty staircase.
“Where is he?”