Sold by My Boyfriend

A lovesick young woman took a five-hour hard sleeper journey specifically to bond with her boyfriend, only to be beaten to it by a man in his thirties.

The man pulled back the bunk curtain and climbed in...

"Sir, please, not here..."

...

"Ethan, is everything ready?"

Hearing the affirmative reply from my phone, a smile curved my lips.

Perfect!

Finally, I would see Ethan Sullivan and do what I'd been longing for, not just talk about it.

The thought of being with my boyfriend in just five hours sent a jolt through me.

My breath hitched, a shiver of electricity tingling across my skin.

Ethan was my childhood sweetheart and my long-distance boyfriend.

A year ago, he had been transferred for work, forcing us into a long-distance relationship.

Long-distance was tough, especially when desire struck. It was pure torture!

To surprise him, I wore something special underneath, covered only by a coat.

This would drive him wild!

Talking to him only fueled the fire, making it hard to resist.

The curtain around my bunk offered privacy, shielding me from outside view.

Maybe...

Lost in thought, I lay back, considering other ways to pass the time.

Suddenly, the curtain was yanked open.

The harsh rustling startled me. I jerked my hand back, grabbing the blanket to cover my chest, meeting the leering gaze of a man.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

The man in his thirties with a buzz cut was Ryan Winston.

He eyed me with obvious appreciation, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

Ryan cleared his throat. "Sorry, miss. I heard noises and got worried."

His words were an excuse. His gaze remained fixed, his body reacting unmistakably.

A quick glance confirmed my fear. He had seen everything.

How could he just pull open someone's curtain!

My face turned cold. "Get out!"

Earlier, this man had helped with my luggage. We'd chatted briefly. He knew I had a boyfriend.

I'd thought he was decent. How wrong I was.

Ryan offered an apologetic grin, lingering as he backed away, his eyes still glued to me.

I angrily yanked the curtain shut, my face flushed with anger.

Creep!

This was my first experience with something like this, leaving me flustered.