My Fiancé Rejected Me, Yet Another Man Is Eager To Have Me

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I spent three years chasing my arranged fianc. But after he moved to London, his attitude toward me suddenly did an about-face.

During our online relationship, his messages grew increasingly bold.

Baby... let me hear you. Just a little whisper.

I want to show you what you do to me.

Id bury my face in the pillows, blushing furiously, letting out soft, quiet whimpers into the receiver.

Then came his welcome-back party. I was stuck in traffic and running late. Just as I was about to push the door open, Josh's cold, mocking voice drifted through the heavy oak doors of the private club.

"Oh, Rachel? She's way too clingy. I can barely breathe around her."

"Good thing I had my best bro handle the online stuff for me while I was away. She didn't suspect a thing."

"She's chased me since we were kids. Way too easy. There's zero thrill in it."

"Besides, I'm not ready to settle down yet."

I froze, my hand tightening on the brass door handle.

Inside the private suite, the guys burst into laughter.

"Damn, Josh, you're savage."

"But handing Rachel over to Dave? You've got some nerve. She's a sweet girl, she's no match for a guy like Dave."

Josh flicked his lighter, puffing lazily on a cigarette. "Relax. You know Dave. Good girls aren't his type anyway."

Someone scoffed. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"With a face like Rachel's, who wouldn't want a taste?"

"She looks so pure, but her body is insane. Most guys wouldn't be able to hold back."

"If she were my girl, I'd be grinning from ear to ear."

"Remember back in high school? When those guys harassed her, you chased them off. What if, and I'm just saying what if, Dave can't resist?"

Joshs brow furrowed slightly.

Sensing the shift in the room, another guy quickly laughed and cut in.

"What are you even thinking? Hands off Rachel. Besides, her whole world revolves around Josh. Even if Dave stripped naked in front of her, she wouldn't even blink."

Josh's tense expression softened.

"By the way, Josh," a friend asked, "you had plenty of fun in Europe. What about Rachel? She is your fiance."

"When you were kids, you spoiled her so much. You wouldn't let anyone else date her, and you took her everywhere. Why the sudden shift?"

Josh looked down, ashes falling from his cigarette.

"Treating her like a little sister was fine. But thinking about her as my wife... I don't know, it just feels suffocating."

"She was always so controlling. No dating, no getting too close to other girls. I'm a man, not a monk."

"And Rachel is always there, trailing after me. It's too easy. There's no challenge. If I marry her now, I'll feel like my life is already over. I need to see what else is out there."

Someone chuckled. "No wonder you slept your way through London. You were starved."

"If Rachel finds out, she'll cry her eyes out."

Josh shot him a cold look, his voice dropping.

"No need to hurt her. Just keep my wild days quiet."

It took every ounce of my willpower not to slam that door open and scream at Josh.

Josh and I grew up together.

Our families were from the same wealthy gated community, and our parents were incredibly close.

I had realized my feelings for him early on. Ever since I was a little girl, I spent my days trailing after him like a shadow.

Josh never seemed to mind. He always looked out for me like an older brother.

When my parents told me we were arranged to marry, my first reaction wasn't embarrassment. It was pure, unadulterated joy.

Finally, he was going to be mine.

But Josh's reaction was the exact opposite.

He started avoiding me.

His texts grew shorter, and whenever I asked to meet up, he was always too busy.

Sometimes I would wait outside his house. I knew he was home, but he'd have the housekeeper come down and tell me he was out.

Eventually, he fled the country to study abroad.

I cried myself to sleep for days.

But shortly after he landed in London, his attitude changed.

He became warm and attentive, texting me constantly.

Sometimes, it felt like he was actively trying to seduce me.

As time went on, our chats became incredibly bold.

"Baby, just got out of the shower. Only wearing a towel."

"Want to see my abs?"

"Do you like it here?"

"Want me to drop the towel a little lower?"

Unable to resist, my mouth dry, I would type back:

"Yes, I want to see. Lower. Drop it a bit."

Staring at those highly charged, sensual photos, I was completely breathless.

I never knew Josh's body was so hot, so incredibly well-built.

And even his... well, he was exceptionally gifted.

He coaxed me into becoming bolder. I started calling him baby and saying dirty things I never would have dared to utter before.

Occasionally, the person behind the screen would ask: "Baby, do you know Dave?"

I was always a little confused.

"Who? Not really. Why bring him up, baby?"

He would stay silent for a long time before replying: "Nothing."

Once, I had a severe asthma attack and collapsed in my apartment.

After graduation, I had moved out to live alone.

Before losing consciousness, I managed to send a desperate text to Josh's account.

Not long after, I felt strong arms lifting me up.

Someone was whispering in my ear, his voice frantic and shaking, but I couldn't make out the words.

When I finally woke up in the hospital, a man was sitting by my bedside. His features were so strikingly handsome he barely looked real.

Compared to the men I knew, Josh was attractive, but this man was in a league of his own.

I stared at him, dazed.

Seeing me open my eyes, his tense shoulders relaxed. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"

"Who... are you?" I rasped.

He paused, then replied quietly, "Dave. My name is Dave."

I asked how he knew I was in trouble.

He explained that Josh had called him and asked him to check on me.

I believed him. I didn't pry any further and sincerely thanked him.

From that day on, Dave showed up constantly under the guise of Josh's concern. He cooked my meals and cleaned my place.

He was an incredible cook. Every time I tried to politely ask him to leave, he would stuff my mouth with delicious food.

Eventually, I gathered enough resolve to say, "You don't need to keep coming over. I can take care of myself."

Dave only smiled. "Josh is terrified you'll get hurt. He asked me to look after you."

I felt a blush creep up my neck. "He really said that?"

"Yeah. Ask him yourself if you don't believe me."

I immediately texted Josh's account to double-check.

The reply came instantly:

"Yes, I asked him to. You live alone and have asthma. I can't rest easy, so let him watch over you."

I fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

I had intended to keep things strictly platonic and distant with Dave.

Until last night.

A massive storm was raging outside.

Worried about him driving back in the torrential rain, I insisted he stay the night in my guest room.

Late that night, I got up to get a glass of water. As I walked past Dave's room, I noticed the door wasn't fully closed.

I went to shut it quietly, but the sight inside pinned me to the spot.

He was holding a pair of my white lace panties.

They were the ones I had lost a week ago and couldn't find anywhere.

Dave's eyes were tightly shut, his head tilted back. His throat bobbed as he let out low, repressed whimpers.

He was holding the lace as if it were my hand, using it to touch himself, doing the very things he was too afraid to ask of me.

I stood frozen behind the door, my heart hammering against my ribs.

That was the moment I realized Dave had feelings for me.

But since he was Josh's best friend, I didn't want to cause a scene.

In the end, I pretended I hadn't seen anything.

Today, at the welcome-back dinner, I had planned to pull Josh aside, tell him about Dave's behavior, and ask him to keep Dave away from me.

I never expected to hear the truth standing outside that door.

My eyes stung.

I thought Josh had changed for the better while he was away.

I had no idea he found me so annoying that he threw his account to Dave, letting another man play with my feelings.

From start to finish, the two of them had conspired to make a fool out of me.

I wiped my tears, refusing to let them fall, and walked back to my empty apartment.

When I opened the door, I saw Dave in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up, hand-washing my underwear.

The memory of last night flashed in my mind.

My head throbbed. I marched over and snatched the lace panties out of his hands.

"I told you to just throw them in the washing machine."

Dave looked at me, his gaze gentle and persuasive.

"The machine doesn't clean them properly. Let me do it."

"I can wash my own clothes."

"Be good, Rachel. I do a better job."

The words, I have a fianc, this isn't right, hovered on the tip of my tongue.

But I swallowed them down.

A fianc? Did Josh even count anymore?

He had practically handed me over to Dave to play with.

A bitter wave washed over me.

Because of my engagement, I had spent years being incredibly careful.

I kept a strict distance from any other man.

Even when Dave came to look after me, I never crossed the line.

I never wore my revealing silk slips around him. I timed my showers so he wouldn't be near the bathroom.

I maintained a careful three-foot bubble around myself.

And yet, Josh thought I was too easy. Boring.

He wanted to sleep around with all kinds of women to figure out what he liked.

If he could play, why couldn't I?

To be fair, Dave was gorgeous and attentive. His family's influence was even greater than Josh's.

Playing with him wasn't a loss at all.

I tossed the panties back into the basin.

"Fine, wash them."

"Since you love doing this so much, you can handle them from now on."

Dave paused, looking up at me in pleasant surprise, as if he had just received a massive reward.

"Are you serious?"

I smiled.

"Of course. You're doing me a favor, I should be thanking you."

"I'm going upstairs to change into a nightgown. Wash whatever I leave behind, okay?"

Dave's throat bobbed.

He let out a low, breathless laugh. "With pleasure."

I peeled off my restrictive clothes and slipped into a loose, comfortable nightgown.

In the past, whenever Dave was over, I'd wear conservative, stifling outfits, making sure everything was properly buttoned up.

Now, I didn't care anymore.

At dinner, Dave laid out a feast of my favorite dishes.

I kept my head down, eating quietly.

Dave reached over with a napkin, naturally wiping a smudge of sauce from the corner of my mouth.

"Rachel, can I stay here tonight?"

I looked up, meeting his eyes.

He quickly explained, "You've had two asthma attacks this month. I'm really worried about you being alone."

Before today, I would have rejected him without a second thought.

But today was different.

I swallowed my food and said, "They have been happening more often lately. I've been a bit anxious too."

"It would make me feel a lot better if you stayed."

Dave smiled, a dark, possessive spark flaring in his eyes.

Later that night, while he was in the shower, I took the opportunity to unlock his phone.

I found his chat history with Josh.

Josh: "Where are you?"

Dave: "At Rachel's house."

Josh: "What the hell are you doing there?"

Dave: "Her asthma's been acting up. I don't feel safe leaving her alone."

Josh: "Fine. But let me remind you, I asked you to watch her, not cross the line."

Dave: "You don't want to marry her anyway. What's the matter? Had your fun abroad, and now you want to come back to your old toy?"

Dave: "Aren't you afraid she'll find out?"

Josh: "My business with her is none of your concern."

Josh: "Besides, Rachel is so clingy she can't survive without me. Even if she finds out, a few sweet words and she'll be wagging her tail right back to me. I can't shake her off even if I try."

I stared at those words for a long time.

My chest ached, but I forced the tears back.

He wasn't worth a single tear.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

I took a deep breath, locked the screen, and placed his phone exactly where I found it.

That night, I took a shower and changed into a sultry, deep red silk slip dress. It was short, barely covering the curve of my thighs, with a plunging neckline.

My friend had bought it for me, teasing that my body was too good to waste on flannel pajamas. I had left it in the back of my closet with the tags still on.

Tonight, I tore the tags off.

I didn't dry my hair. Water droplets slid down my collarbone, dampening the silk over my chest.

The wet fabric clung to my curves.

I walked out barefoot. Dave was sitting on the couch, drying his hair.

When he looked up and saw me, his movements froze.

It was only for a split second before he looked away, but I caught the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

His throat convulsed.

Pretending not to notice, I walked into my bedroom, leaving the door open, and curled up in the armchair.

The hem of my dress rode up, exposing the smooth length of my thighs.

I snapped a photo of myself and sent it to Josh's, no, Dave's account.

"Baby, just got out of the shower. Only wearing this slip."

"Nothing underneath."

"Want to see me pull it up?"

The reply came instantly.

"Since when did my girl learn to be such a tease?"

I smiled, typing back: "You're the bad influence here. I learned from the best."

We texted back and forth until the early hours of the morning.

The next day, when Dave came in with breakfast to wake me up, he saw me still wearing the red slip. His ears turned bright red instantly.

Since I had missed Josh's first welcome-back party, our mutual friends organized another dinner to make up for it.

At the restaurant, I sat right between Josh and Dave.

The moment I sat down, Josh turned to look at me, his eyes lingering on my face.

"You look much better than before."

"Do I?" I asked casually.

"Yeah. You used to look so fragile." He paused, adding, "Looks like Dave has been taking good care of you."

I smiled. "He really has. I have you to thank for sending him to me."

One of our friends, clearly looking for drama, grinned and asked, "Hey Rachel, notice any changes in Josh since he came back?"

Josh shot him a warning glare.

I set my fork down. "Actually, yes. A huge change."

Both Josh and Dave stiffened.

I looked down, playing shy.

"He's been so much sweeter to me. I think I've fallen even harder for him. I look forward to our late-night chats every single night."

Josh blinked, looking slightly bewildered, while Dave's expression turned incredibly dark.

Soon, the food was served.

Josh started boasting about his wild adventures in Europe. I didn't care to listen, reaching instead for the spicy shrimp.

But I ran into a problem.

My freshly manicured nails made it impossible to peel them.

Without thinking, I pouted. "Baby, my nails are too long. Can you peel them for me?"

Josh frowned, about to reach over.

But Dave, sitting closer, naturally pulled the plate toward himself. He picked up a shrimp, his voice dripping with affection.

"Of course. I've got you. You're so spoiled."

The table went dead silent.

Everyone froze.

Sensing the heavy tension, someone laughed nervously. "Rachel was asking Josh, Dave. You must have misheard."

Dave's fingers stilled. He looked up, his voice cool and even. "Ah. Must have."

But he didn't put the shrimp down.

Josh's face darkened significantly.

His eyes darted between Dave and me, his tone dropping to sub-zero temperatures. "If he wants to do it, let him."

Dave smirked. "If you say so."

He went right back to peeling.

For the rest of the dinner, I didn't have to lift a finger.

He peeled the shrimp, dipped them in sauce, and lined them up on my plate.

He picked out the bones from the fish before placing it in my bowl.

He even blew on the soup to cool it down before sliding it over.

Dave did all of this with an ease that suggested it was the most natural thing in the world.

And I accepted his pampering without a shred of guilt.

I took a bite of the shrimp and smiled at him. "Dave, you're amazing at this. It tastes great."

To my left, Josh was gripping his silverware so hard his knuckles turned white.

He tried to start a conversation with me several times, but I ignored him, keeping my focus entirely on Dave.

Dave placed a piece of fish in my bowl. "Try this one. I ordered it specifically for you."

"How did you know I liked this?"

Dave's lips curved into a soft smile. "You ate a lot of it when I made it at your place last week. I remembered."

Josh slammed his chopsticks onto the table.

I acted as if I hadn't heard a thing, quietly sipping my soup.

By the end of the meal, I hadn't spoken a single word to Josh.

His face looked like a thunderstorm, dark and suffocating.

Finally, as the waiter cleared the plates and brought out the dessert, Josh spoke up.

"Rachel, we need to talk about our engagement."

I finally looked at him. "Go ahead."

Seeing my attention on him, Josh's expression softened slightly, his tone gentler.

"I don't think we should rush into marriage right away."

"We should give each other some space and time. What do you think?"

I nodded easily. "Sure. I agree."

He assumed I was just being difficult. "Don't be childish, Rachel. I always saw you as a sister, so adjusting to the idea of you as my wife is going to take time. It's only normal..."

Then, my words finally registered. He froze. "Wait. You agree?"

His face fell completely.

"Rachel, what is that supposed to mean?"

I tilted my head, looking innocent. "Exactly what I said. You're right. We need space and time. I agree. Is there a problem?"

Josh opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He had clearly never expected me to let him off the hook so easily.

After dinner, the few glasses of wine I drank began to catch up to me. I felt lightheaded.

Dave supported me by my waist. "I didn't drink. I'll drive you home."

Josh stepped in front of us, blocking our path. "And why are you the one driving her home?"

I blinked at him sleepily.

"Josh, you're being so weird."

"Didn't you ask Dave to take care of me?"

"We're living together now anyway. Didn't you agree to that too?"

Josh snapped, "I never agreed to"

He cut himself off, swallowing the rest of his sentence.

After all, he was the one who had handed his account to Dave.

He was the one with the guilty conscience.

He had no choice but to watch us walk away, leaving him standing under the neon lights of the club.

When we got back to the apartment, I slumped onto the couch.

Dave immediately went to the kitchen to pour me some warm water.

I curled up against the cushions, a small smirk playing on my lips. I pulled out my phone and sent a text.

"Baby, I want to wear a catgirl outfit for you."

"Here are a few styles I like. Help me choose one."

Dave walked back into the living room, holding the glass. Just as he set it down, his phone buzzed.

He pulled it out and opened the chat.

The sheer visual impact of the photos made his eyes widen.

The model in the pictures wore a strapless, tight black dress, complete with a cat tail, black ears, and a delicate gold bell around her neck.

Beneath the photos was my text: "Baby, do you want to see me in this?"

He looked from the screen to me, his ears turning a furious shade of crimson.

His imagination was clearly running wild.

He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "I'm going to use the restroom."

I smiled. "Go ahead."

Dave stayed in the bathroom for an exceptionally long time.

When he finally walked out, his eyes were slightly rimmed with red, and his breathing was shallow and uneven.

He looked like a man who had just committed a very delicious crime.

I grinned, typing out one last message.

"Baby, let's do a video call. We can choose together."

He froze, panic flashing across his face. He quickly typed back: "Wait."

But I didn't wait.

I hit the video call button.

In the quiet living room, Dave's phone suddenly blared with the incoming call ringtone.

He slowly turned his head to look at me, his eyes wide.

I waved my phone at him, tilting my head. "Dave, you were in the bathroom for so long. Did your hand do a good job? Why aren't you answering?"