The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 83

It was Sterling!

He was finally here!

She had stalled just long enough!

The suffocating knot of anxiety in Elena's chest finally began to unravel.

"Mr. Hawthorne, my boyfriend is here."

Elena looked straight up at Xavier, her eyes mocking as she stared at his hovering lips. "I wonder how he'll feel seeing his beloved brother trying to force himself on his girlfriend?"

Bang—

The heavy thud of boots kicking the door echoed continuously through the room.

Xavier's expression turned grim. If his brother was just looking for him, he would have knocked.

Kicking the door down meant he knew something was wrong.

Xavier narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with suspicion. "What did you do?"

Elena gave him a soft, defiant smile. "How long do you think it'll take him to break it down?"

"I really underestimated you, Elena..."

"Instead of threatening me, you better start thinking about how to explain that pathetic outfit."

She shook off his grip, gesturing vaguely toward his sheer lace top and the heavy BDSM collar around his neck.

"Time's ticking. It'll only take me three seconds to unlock that door."

Turning on her heel, she headed straight for the exit.

"Don't you dare walk away from me! If you open that door—ugh!"

Xavier lashed out in a furious panic, grabbing for her arm.

But in a split second, Elena spun around and delivered a brutal knee straight to his groin. "I'm so sick of your bullshit, Xavier!"

It was a flawless, devastating hit right between his legs.

He had clearly been aroused.

If Sterling hadn't shown up, she had no doubt Xavier would have pinned her to that bed against her will.

Because of his state, the impact was catastrophically painful. His arrogant, handsome face twisted into an agonizing grimace.

"E-le-na..."

He doubled over, gasping her name through gritted teeth, murder in his eyes.

"You deserve it."

Elena flashed a triumphant smirk and marched to the door.

"Mr. Hawthorne ordered that the moment she returned, I was to bring her straight to him..."

The maid shrank back nervously. "So, she's probably... still in his suite."

"He never lets anyone in his room."

Sterling pinched the bridge of his nose, a strange unease settling in his gut.

Even if his brother hated Elena and wanted to run her out of the house, he could have just confronted her in the hallway.

Why drag her into his private sanctuary?

Sure, Xavier was a notorious playboy, but he absolutely never brought his hookups home.

Furthermore...

Just like Tristan, Xavier guarded his personal space fiercely. No one was allowed inside.

Driven by a nagging suspicion, Sterling decided to investigate.

"Oh, and Master Sterling..."

The maid hesitated, debating whether she should risk her job by gossiping.

But seeing how protective Sterling was over Elena—his first ever official girlfriend brought home—she felt she had to say something.