Irreplaceable Rose

George Milton took me eight times in a single night.

By the ninth, his hand gripped my waist, his voice rough with satisfaction as he rasped, "Baby, I want you to use that innocent-but-sexy look you've got to go seduce Jordan."

My entire body went rigid. Then I found out—George's first love, Sarah Byrnes, had been ditched by Jordan Baker, leaving her heartbroken.

He wanted me to take revenge for her, to make Jordan taste the agony of being abandoned by the one he loved.

After my family had gone bankrupt, I was delivered straight to George's bed. Naively, I believed he treated me differently. After all, I had been the woman at his side the longest.

But he only sneered. "The reason I keep you is because you look like Sarah. She's hurting. Now it's your turn to do your part.

With reddened eyes, I agreed, swallowing every foolish hope I should never have harbored.

Soon, I captured the aloof and untouchable Jordan's heart.

And for the first time, George lost control. He wept as he begged, "Catelyn, I regret it. Come back to me, please?"

George Milton's hand clamped around my waist, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire. "Baby, I want you to use that innocent-but-sexy look you've got to go seduce Jordan Baker."

I went completely still.

Confused, I looked up at him, my eyes wet, the corners red.

The sight only made his breathing rougher, and he thrust into me with a new, raw intensity. After another round of frantic movement, he finally went quiet.

Satisfied, he wrapped himself around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder, his hot breath spilling over my neck.

"Catelyn, you heard me, right? Sarah's hurting. Now it's your turn to do your part."

My body went stiff.

Sarah Byrnes was his first love. There wasn't a thing she could ask for that George wouldn't give her.

Just last night, while he was inside me, Sarah had called.

On the phone, she cried pitifully, telling him Jordan had dumped her.

Sarah was the kind of rich girl who always got even. She was determined to make Jordan feel what it was like to be thrown away, and she sweetly begged George to help her.

Of course, he didn't say no.

Even with me pinned beneath him, his movements harsh, he softened his voice for her, comforting her with gentle promises.

So that was it—he wanted me to seduce Jordan, just so I could dump him and get revenge for her.

I was just his kept woman. I didn't have the right to refuse.

After my family's business went under, my father jumped from a skyscraper.

My mother got into a car crash as she was rushing to the hospital. That crash left her in a vegetative state, kept alive only by expensive medicine.

With nowhere else to go, I got into George's bed. That night, he was gentle, nothing like the ruthless, spoiled heir everyone said he was.