LOGIN“I'll sign it.” I paused.
“But under one condition”. His eyes narrowed…. Dangerous. Amused. Intrigued. He leaned forward slightly, then the stood up. His towering frame casting a shadow over me . Then a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You don't get to make conditions”. He reached out gripping my chin gently but firmly urging me to stand up from my chair. I didn't want to but it was like my body had a mind of it's own and stood up even before I agreed. “I give the terms here.” He replied but paused. His thumb brushed my lower lip. “But I'll let you speak. One condition only”. “Urhh I meant two condition”. I said and looked up folding my hands. I was trying so damn hard not to look weak. Or scared. Or frightened. And from the way he looked at me, he looked impressed. I didn't know why. Maybe at my little show of resistance I guess. I hope it wasn't it. A dark, almost wicked glint showed in his gaze almost like my fight to look tough made his predatory instincts roar. “Two, hm? He let my chin go and stepped back slightly, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied me with an unreadable expression. “.... Speak” I paused. I had practiced how I was going to come here and tell him my conditions. But now the words just sat there in my head, unwilling to come out. I didn't know if it was because my mouth was too heavy to speak or because the words just didn't come together again to make sense to me. “... Urnmmm first. After this deal is signed I get to stay two weeks still in my house with my friend before moving in with you. And…. I'd still be free to live the way I want. I could still keep doing my job, like continue my routine”. I breathed out the moment I finished talking. It was like I had been holding my breathe and finally I had let it out. His expression still didn't hold any emotions. Just his eyes, they narrowed in on me so close. Not because he was upset, he was just considering my terms. He clearly wasn't used to giving in to anyone's demands. “You want to spend two weeks still living with your friend?” He repeated the first part slowly, a clear hint of possessiveness in his tone. “Yes” I replied. He raised an eyebrow at me. His sharp gaze never leaving mine. It was like he enjoyed every moment of it. Like he was absorbing every word we exchanged. Then…. Slowly a smirk curled in his lip. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low dangerous murmur. “So… you'll be my wife…., but wants two weeks to keep as yours”. He repeated your words, a hint of mockery in his tone. I didn't reply to him. I just removed my face afraid that if I kept looking, my legs might give in. And he must have noticed it. Noticed the flutter in my gaze and the way I kept fondling my dress because a dark thrill flashed in his eyes. His smirk widened, his fingers gently caught my chin again, titling my face up slightly to meet his direct stare. “Not going to answer that?” He taunted me softly while his thumb lazily traced the outlines of my buttom lip. His touch was strangely gentle yet screamed with possession, as if he was already claiming what he taught was already his. I felt my knees weaver at his touch again. God why does he make me feel this way. He clearly knew the effect he had on me. He enjoyed it. He tugged me closer to him and whispered in the most velvety tone I've ever heard. “I'll consider it. On one more condition”. My back stiffened not from what he said, but because I felt his hand slide down to my lower back almost close to my butt while he spoke. “What is that?” He pulled me even closer, my body now flush against his, his other hand moved to grip my hip. His hold slightly tight as he squeezed on the flesh of my hip. “My condition…. Is simple”. He sniffed my neck. He leaned more towards me, his body pressing me against the wall at my back. “Are you listening carefully?” I nodded I couldn't even speak. It was like my brain had shut down completely. He chuckled softly at my speechless state. At the way my body seemed to melt against his. At how my lips struggled to form words…. I knew all these fueled his ego, his desire. This man was clearly teasing me. I should have left. But even when I tried to, he tightened his hold on me more, pinning me even more firmly against the wall. “Look at me”. I shook my head “I…I.. cannnn’t” “Why not, hm? Are you scared?” He challenged me. A hint of mockery in his tone. I knew he wanted me to look at him, to meet his gaze, to be completely under his spell. “Noo…” I'm not I tried to defend myself almost immediately and looked at him. The moment my eyes met with his, he froze for a heart beat. Like he was looking at me for the first. I heard him wishper something under his breath but I was too focused on the way his lip moved I didn't get what his said. But I clearly heard the way he cursed “Hhmm what did you say?” “I said liar. You're trembling” He leaned down until his lips was leveled with mine. Not kissing me, but close enough that every word landed like a whisper against my mouth “One week. I accept. One week not two.” His eyes burned into mine. “And if you're good… maybe I'll let you keep calling this friend of yours.” It was just like the universe knew I needed saving just immediately, my phone rang from the table I had kept it. “Ignore it” he murmured the command low against my ear hot and firm. A demand disguised as suggestion. But I shook my head. “I have to get it. Besides I think I'm done here. I'd sign the contract and send it to you team” His hands at my waist tightened again, his fingers briefly digging into my skin as if in silent protest against my words but his face remained cool, his eyes watching mine carefully as I reached to answer the call. His body still half-trapping me against the wall… Keeping me close, almost protectively. He watched me answer “This call better be important wifey. And just a second.”“I'll sign it.” I paused.“But under one condition”.His eyes narrowed…. Dangerous. Amused. Intrigued. He leaned forward slightly, then the stood up. His towering frame casting a shadow over me . Then a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You don't get to make conditions”. He reached out gripping my chin gently but firmly urging me to stand up from my chair.I didn't want to but it was like my body had a mind of it's own and stood up even before I agreed.“I give the terms here.” He replied but paused. His thumb brushed my lower lip.“But I'll let you speak. One condition only”.“Urhh I meant two condition”. I said and looked up folding my hands. I was trying so damn hard not to look weak. Or scared. Or frightened.And from the way he looked at me, he looked impressed. I didn't know why. Maybe at my little show of resistance I guess. I hope it wasn't it. A dark, almost wicked glint showed in his gaze almost like my fight to look tough made his predatory instincts roar. “Two, hm?
Lana's POV Since we left the lake I didn't say a word. The ride down was smooth and quiet, and thankfully he didn't try to bring up any conversation which I was so grateful for but now I was worried. Could I still use my vocals? Because that's the deepest anything had gone down my throat.By the time I got home, my body felt like it had been dragged through the night, literally every single part of my body burned, even my head, not to mention my throat that ached like I shoved a full spade down it. The house was quiet when I stepped in, the lights dim, with the familiar scent of detergent and air freshener wrapping around me. One thing about me was I loved nice scents. I always want my surroundings to have that rich smell of anything nice. And yes I was a fragrance lover, I could pick up a scent from miles away.Blue had always wondered how I did that but even I didn't know.I kicked off my shoes slowly and stepped in.That was when I heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.I didn't
Lana's POV “I'd say this and say it once Lana” his voice had become unusually deep making me swallow hard on my spit.“The only person you should worry about his opinion is ME!!!”He moved closer still composed as usual “I don't care what they think of you. And I will make sure I handle the idiot who called you a slut. Because do you know why?” He kept moving forward.I shook my head to indicate I didn't know why. But my eyes focused on the fire burning mercilessly in his eye.A promise of something. Not warm . Not kind.But cold.More like punishment to every one deserving of it including me.At this point I could swear that my pants were soaked.No, not soaked.They were fucking ruined.My chest heaved. I couldn't even move my legs. His scent had evaded my space and even crawled up my spine sending hot waves down my legs making my pussy clench so fucking hard like it was begging for a dick I hadn't even seen yet.It was like he could sense it. Or even smell it because he walked
Lana's POV He didn’t reply.I knew he’d heard me no matter how small and almost fragile my voice came out. Yet he kept driving with his eyes fixed in the road like I hadn’t spoken at all, like it was nothing.I turned towards him, waiting for anything. Maybe a word or even a glance or an irritation. Something to just show.Yet nothing.The only sign that I wasn’t invisible to him, was his hands. I saw how his fingers slowly closed around the steering wheel, so hard the leather even began to crack beneath them.“You heard me, right?”Still silence. This time around stretching even further. But I kept talking. There was just this strong urge to pour out everything.I guess it was now after that loser had called me a slut, the weight of everything dawned on me. That just in the blink of an eye I'd lost my name. The whole world saw me as bitch that fucked her way up the ladder. And if words got out that the most influential man who doesn't fuck with noise was seen defending me in th
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing me inside a box with silence. My reflection stared back - pale, tired, and nothing like the girl I used to be. I hated how small I looked, how the shadows under my eyes had become permanent, how every breath carried the weight of that damned video. Adrian’s voice still echoed somewhere inside my chest. Go home, Lana. He’d said it like an order, not a suggestion - but with that deep, measured tone that didn’t invite argument. It left a taste in my mouth I couldn’t name - part resentment, part something far too dangerous to admit. As the elevator descended, I tried to steady my hands, but they wouldn’t stop trembling. I could still feel the ghost of his presence, the scent of cedar and spice clinging to me like a second skin. Even the sound of the elevator felt too close, too intimate, like I was trapped inside a memory I hadn’t meant to keep. When the elevator’s door opened at the lobby, I was hit by the harsh brightness of the lobby with all
I stepped into the elevator, my reflection mirrored directly on the steel walls. I still looked like a mess. My eyes looked the most tired it had ever looked all my life, my hair messy and lips chapped. I didn't even have the time to do any little touch ups. The elevator hummed softly as it rose, each floor passing like a heartbeat. And when the doors opened, he was there. Standing behind a wide desk of dark wood, sunlight spilling behind him like something out of a portrait. He turned when he heard the doors open, and for a second, the air left my lungs. Adrian. He didn’t look forty-five - maybe because youth clung to him in strange ways like in his posture, the shape of his mouth, the deliberate grace in his movements. But the small white beard that shadowed his jaw, and the faint lines by his eyes both gave him a gravity that youth never could. Then those brown hazel eyes that kept looking straight at me like he was assessing every bit of emotion I could hide. I froze in the







