Rick finally pulled the sleek black car into a wide, circular driveway in front of a sprawling, three-story house.
"Nice place!" Rick admired the building before looking into the rear-view mirror. Both Maya and Elena were completely out cold.
"Right, let's get you two inside," Rick muttered, unbuckling his seatbelt.
He opened his door, stepped out into the cold night, and walked around to the back.
H opened the back door and grabbed Elena's designer handbag from the floorboard, digging his hand inside.
He pushed past makeup compacts, a leather wallet, and a stethoscope before he pulled out a heavy keyring.
Rick pressed the unlock button, and the front door of the house clicked loudly.
He tossed the bag around his neck and reached out to grab Maya first. He hauled the unconscious nurse out of the car, wrapping his arms around her waist and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
He marched up the wide stone steps, pushed the door open with his foot, and stepped inside.
The interior was massive, minimalist, and completely freezing. It looked like a museum. High vaulted ceilings, polished marble floors, and expensive abstract art on the walls. Rick carried Maya into the living room and gently dumped her onto a massive, L-shaped sofa.
Maya groaned, rolling over and immediately curling into a tight ball.
"She is so cute," Rick smiled as he watched her, but he had no time to admire her. He still had the master of this house waiting for the rescue.
He turned around and jogged back out to the car for the Ice Queen.
Elena was slightly more awake, but her legs were completely useless. Rick grabbed her around the waist, pulling her out of the backseat.
She leaned against him, and her breasts squashed against his.
"Liam, you absolute bastard," Elena slurred, her eyes half-closed as she weakly smacked Rick's shoulder.
"I am not Liam, you drunk," Rick said flatly, wrapping his arm tight around her back to keep her upright, "Show some respect, I am the guy carrying your drunk ass into your own house."
Soon he dropped her onto the opposite end of the sofa.
"Damn these girls are heavy!" Rick stood over them, stretching his back, "I will have to join a gym if I am going to..."
He paused and looked at the two beautiful women.
"Yup! Definitely need to work out," Rick turned around and walked towards the back of the house, looking for the kitchen.
He found it quickly, and from a cabinet, he grabbed two glasses, filled them with water, and walked back towards the living room.
But when he stepped back, he stopped in his tracks.
Maya was still there, snoring softly, dead to the world.
But the opposite end of the sofa was completely empty. The heartbroken doctor was gone.
Rick frowned, putting the glasses down.
"Doc?" Rick called out, but the house remained silent.
"Now I have to play hide and seek. huh?!" But just then his gaze fell her coat on the chair beside where she was.
As Rick walked towards it, a few feet past the chair, lying completely discarded on the expensive looking rug, was her white silk blouse.
And as he followed the trail, at the bottom of the wide, glass-panelled staircase, he found a pair of black heels.
Rick smiled as he guessed what was happening. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, and slowly started walking up the stairs.
Halfway up the staircase he found her dark grey pencil skirt.
Rick picked the skirt up. It was warm.
"Oh boy!" Rick smiled as he put down the skirt and continued to climb the stairs.
He reached the top of the stairs, and found that it was a long, dark hallway. And right ahead of him, walking slowly down the corridor, was Elena.
She was wearing absolutely nothing but her black lace lingerie.
Rick stopped in his tracks, as his eyes glued to her figure.
Her body was spectacular. Even in the dark he could see her pale, soft skin, as her black panties hugged her perky hips.
She was still wearing her black stockings, and her hips swayed seductively with every slow, drunken step she took.
Soon she reached the end of t hallway and pushed opened the doors, stumbling inside.
Rick followed behind her and stopped right outside the room.
He watched as Elena stumbled towards a massive king-sized bed in the centre of the room.
"Liam! Liam! If you... you dare show me your face...!" She groaned, collapsing face-first onto the thick, expensive white duvet, shivering slightly in the cool air of the bedroom, "I will poke your eyes."
Ding!
[New Quest Generated!]
[Quest: Conquer the Ice Queen]
[Target: Dr. Elena Vance]
[Objective: The strict, untouchable Ice Queen is completely vulnerable, stripped down to her lingerie, and lying in her own bed. She is intoxicated, heartbroken, and completely defenceless. Take advantage of the situation. Strip down, get into the bed, and initiate sexual intercourse.]
[Time Limit: 10 Minutes.]
[Rewards: +1500 Mischief Points, $50,000, Rare Skill Book.]
[Failure Penalty: None. Just a massive, pathetic missed opportunity.]
Rick stared at the text in front of him and he was genuinely intrigued by the tempting rewards in front him.
Then he looked back into the room. Elena was sprawled out on her stomach, her face buried in the pillows, completely out of it.
Rick let out a low, dark chuckle. He raised his hand and mentally swiped the blue screen away.
"Damn you!" Rick chuckled softly, "You want me to rape her?!"
He might have a cheat code in his head now, and he definitely wanted to enjoy his new life, but he still had a line. He wasn't going to stoop so low as to assault a blackout-drunk, heartbroken woman who couldn't even stand up straight.
It wasn't about being a nice guy. But that was definitely not his style.
The day he is going to have the Ice Queen in his bed, he wanted her to be completely aware of what was happening.
He wanted her to look him in the eye and ask for it.
Taking her while she was a slurring, sobbing mess was pathetic, and Rick refused to be pathetic ever again.
He walked into the bedroom.
His heavy shoes clicked loudly on the hardwood floor, but Elena didn't move. She just mumbled something into the pillow which he could not understand.
Rick walked right up to the side of the bed, and looked at her heavy curves wrapped in black lace and sheer stockings for a while before he reached down, grabbed the thick, heavy edge of the white duvet, and pulled it up, covering her exposed body entirely up to her shoulders.
"You are a total mess, doc," Rick said in a flat voice, "Don't blame me when you can't hear the end of it."
He gently leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her hair and then turned around, intending to walk back downstairs, crash on a separate sofa, and wait for morning.
But as he took a single step away, a hand shot out from under the duvet, and grabbed him by the jacket.
Rick looked back.
Elena had rolled over onto her back. The duvet had fallen down to her waist, exposing her heavy breasts in the black lace bra once again. But it was her face that stopped Rick completely.
The strict, terrifying exterior of the brilliant surgeon was completely gone.
Her ice-blue eyes were wide open, looking up at him. Her eyes were red and tears threatened to spill out of them
"Tell me... Am I not sexy?" Elena whispered, her voice cracking.
"Why are you asking me this, doc?" Rick stared at her and smiled.
"Just tell me..." Elena repeated, as her grip tightened on his jacket. She desperately wanted to know the answer.
"That bastard threw me away for a bimbo. Ten years, and he throws me away for someone who spread her legs in the dirt."
A tear slipped down her cheek.
"I am thirty-two, Rick," she breathed heavily, "I spent my whole life studying. Keeping my legs shut for that special guy. Played by the books."
"All for what?"
"It got me absolutely nothing."
She forcefully yanked his lapel, forcing Rick to lean down over the bed.
"Will you fuck me?" Elena asked without hesitation, "Will you fuck me right now? Show me what I missed. Make me forget that bastard."