Chapter 2

His lips crept up to the back of my ear and his arms gradually tightened around me.

Even though the music was loud, my heart and breath were beating faster as if someone was chasing me.

I moaned because of his soft lips that relentlessly kissed the sensitive part of my body.

“M-Mister Suarez,” I muttered softly.

He distanced himself from me. His arms that were wrapped around my body let go. He held my hand and immediately raised our hands to hold each other.

He spins me around.

I just closed my eyes while my heart calmed down due to the strength and speed of the heartbeat.

My feet are getting lost in passing, they can no longer keep up with the rhythm of the instrumental music. My dancing skills suddenly disappeared. It's like my feet are both left.

I regret letting out a low growl earlier. I think he is just playing with me or should I say, this man was teasing me.

He was unreadable. Just like he wears a mask, his true personality is also hidden.

Who are you, Mister Suarez? All people know about him is that he is the richest businessman in the country and even beyond.

The beat of the music was about to end, but before the music stopped completely, he pulled me closer to him. I moved a little while his hand rested on my back.

God, what did my parents do to me?

If only I had known that everything would end up like this, I would not have gone to school.

That's why they are strict with me because of their plan. Every move I make, food I eat and way of speaking are watched by my parents. Now, I understand why they are doing that. This is the reason. They want me to grow up beautiful, smart, sexy and nice because they will set my marriage for this man.

“You're such a good dancer, Miss Wills.”

He brought me to our table. And then he let go of my hand when I was already sitting.

The slowness of time sucks. I want the time I spent together with Eldifonso to be over. Because I just feel so conscious when I'm with him.

Admittedly, I like the way he kissed the side of my neck and the back of my ear. But it seems like he did that just to hang me and make me excited for him.

I didn't wait more than an hour for him to give the signal that we were going to part ways tonight. It's brilliant though.

“Miss Wills, I don't want you to be late tomorrow. I will send my men to fetch you and bring you to the venue of our meeting.”

“W-What?”

“You are beautiful. But a bit deaf,” he said mischievously. “I said that I will have my men pick you up tomorrow. Aren't we going to talk about our marriage? You forget so quickly,” he said.

He looked into my eyes, before he looked at the door.

He clapped twice.

After his applause two men entered.

The men stood next to our table.

“Prepare the car for Miss Wills,” he said to the two.

“Yes, master,” the two responded at the same time.

His men feared him. Even if he orders them to do simple things, they always seem to be confused and afraid of making mistakes.

“But I have a car. My driver is waiting outside,” I told him.

“I do not agree that you will go home without my staff to take you.”

I couldn't stop rolling my eyes. It's a good thing because he didn't seem to notice.

“Our men are trustworthy,” I said.

“I don't care about them. It's my duty to keep you safe until you are home. Look, it's almost midnight,” he persisted as he looked at the expensive watch on his wrist.

He stood up and turned his back on me. I studied his features. But I ended up asking myself who he really was. And what is his personality behind his mask and being mysterious?

His phone rang and he immediately answered it.

“Alright, wait there and let Martin pick her up.”

I quickly stood up then I lifted my gown a little so I wouldn't step on the end of it.

When the door opened I saw the Martin he was referring to standing on the side. I was about to reach the door when he ran and caught my hand.

My gown was piled on top of the tiles when I turned to him.

His eyes locked on mine.

What is this man's problem?

Why did he stop me?

“Y-Yes?”

He pulled me closer to him. His eyes were talking to me, but I didn't know what he wanted to say.

“Don't you think that you forgot something,” he said.

Oh damn! I really don't know what he was trying to say.

I can now smell the aroma of his breath, it smells like steak but it was still good and mesmerizing.

He wet his lips from the bottom before the top. I think I get his words.

Do I really have to do that before leaving him? Am I really going to kiss him? Should I?

“Miss Wills, what now?”

Alright, I'll do it. I also need to get used to kissing him. Maybe it's not bad that I kiss my future husband.

I tiptoed, I asked for support from his arms soI clung tightly on them. When our faces were only a few inches away from each other, I closed my eyes.

Suddenly I could feel how a magical song was played in my head.

Because of the sensation caused by that kiss, my nail was buried in his skin even though there was a cloth between us.

My knees shook as he pulled me closer to him until there was no more space between us.

I can feel the heat of his body while we are kissing each other passionately. His soft lips were caressed on mine gently and it was giving me pleasure.

I let go of heavy sighs in the middle of our kisses. I can't think straight now. My mind was stolen by the heavenly kiss we were sharing.

I don't know if that was enough. But I pulled my own body before where this kissing will lead us to. Perhaps, it's not the right place to surrender my virginity. Definitely, it is not the right time for that. Even though he is my future husband, I still have to give control of everything.

“Are we good now? I guess I don't have anything forgotten.” I chased my own breath. “Right, Mister Suarez?” I asked.

His lips curved. He turned his body and got something from the table.

My jaw dropped when I saw him holding my wallet.

“This is what you forgot, Miss Wills.”

I was dumbfounded. “Holy shit,” I murmured in a low voice before I took my wallet from him.

“Don't be embarrassed, Miss Wills. I liked that kiss,” he said with a naughty voice.

“I hate you,” I said, cursing his name inside my head.

With embarrassment I felt, I turned my back and walked quickly.

He could have said that I left my wallet.

Why was there a need to be like that?!

Wasn't it easy to say that I forgot my wallet on the table?!