Prologue

His eyes stared straight at me,  enveloping me and causing me to lose all senses. I couldn't breathe as my eyes ravished and fucked this beautiful man. 

"So you think you can have me ?" 

" I mean... couldn't I?" I challenged.

 

"OH FUCK"

"Yes or No?" if he dares

"Yes," he teased.

I could kiss him right now, his gaze, everything was perfect. 

I didn't care about that now, I didn't care if we shouldn't be doing this. Hell, I didn't care if he was my father's best friend.

I wanted him and I'll have what I want this time. Our bodies graze each other as he breathes, and I breathe.

 My mouth stretched knowing I was about to do what was forbidden, yet the magnetic pull I felt was undeniable.  

I savored lingering on his bottom lip, my heart racing and eyes full of intensity.  As he drew me near with his large palms on my face, the door swung open revealing an unexpected figure.

God no… I gasped in shock

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Chapter 1: The Stranger 

Amelia

“I won't do it,” I said to my father. The man looked straight at me and I did the same—it was a challenge. I mean this isn't the 90's where people were arranged to get married. I didn't know the guy in question and I sure didn't want to. My father sipped his black coffee straightening the hem of his leather suit.

“He is one of the finest men here in New York.” He said 

“I don't care Dad. I'm 22 for Christ's sake. I'm not a teenager.” 

“You are my baby girl and I want the best for you. You need to get married for the legacy to continue.”

“Oh, so this is about your company? Putting me in a lifetime situation is all because of your s**t!” 

“Don't—” my father warned. I've never been a fan of my father. He has been—a father. I presume. I never got to understand him. Never got to see him read night books to me. He was also too busy with work or too busy with himself. 

“I'm not going to get married to the man you choose for me. I am old enough to do things on my own.” I said, getting up from the seat to leave. My dad has always been a control freak. Did the same to my elder sister Becca and now she's in Seattle, heavily pregnant and with the man she never wanted—some celebrity Doctor. I feel bad for Becca every day and I also miss her. Growing up was not as easy as it seems. It looked like we had it all, the money, cars, fame, and legacy but my dad was sort of—selfish to himself.  Becca and I didn't grow up in a balanced home. But Becca was my dad's puppet, she did all she could to please him and never spoke up. She wasn't the type to disobey dear daddy. 

“You won't leave this room unless I tell you to Amelia.” He said, his face full with pride, it disgusted me.

“Watch me.” 

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I checked my dress one last time to see if it was exactly what I wanted. I needed fresh air, I needed to get laid. I needed everyone to stop choking me with decisions I could make on my own. I took my lipstick, smacking my lips together. 

I was going to get laid tonight, to let some things off my brain. I needed this… I knew I did. 

I walked into the club, the red lights already blinding my sight. 

“A glass of whiskey please,” I said to the bartender, tapping the glass table with my nails. 

“I guess life has been tough.” A man sitting to my left said. His blonde hair gelled back showing his structured jaw. He watched me closely as I silently sipped the whiskey—deceiving myself into loving the drink. 

The man moved closer…

“A beautiful woman is sitting beside me but she looks depressed?” He asked. I didn't have time for any of his pranks today, I needed to get my mind off of things…my eyes scanned the room looking for my prey.

“Not even a response.” He continued.

“ I don't talk to strangers,” I said.

“But right now I bet you are looking for one to go deep into you tonight. “ He said, shaking his head.

“You don't have any right to talk to me that way, and I don't have any right to answer you too.” 

He moved closer, he looked gracious. He smelt of aftershave and expensive cologne. Real classy.

“I want a dance.” He said 

“This is not a ball or the royal Palace sir,” I said, trying to get him off my back. 

“I wouldn't be laying advances upfront to someone I just met if it was.” He simply said.

I knew it was the dress, it had to be. My breasts already gave it away with the swelling of my cleavage. 

“Your advances are not necessary,” I said. I studied his face once more, he looked older. Older than me I know. But this man was beautiful, maybe it was the whiskey playing tricks on me.

I take my glass, walking to the dance floor where men groped the back sides of s***y females.

I need to get laid, to get my mind off things. The voice in my head repeatedly said.

“One night.” The man said.

“I'm not going to get in your bed.” 

“That's what you want, isn't it? We both want the same thing. You want a man tonight, I want to get some steam off.” He said confidently.

I know I'm going to regret this. It was so stupid of me to get into a stranger's bed without knowing who he was.  But I needed this and f***k anyone who would think otherwise.

“Okay then.” 

“I'm about to warm your bed, is that how you  like it, old man?” I teased.

“That was a terrible tease.” He said and put his hands on my waist. It sent chills down my spine. “Let's not waste much time now, princess.” The phantom of his words curl around my ears. Yes. 

I followed him as we booked a room. The advantage of the club having its hotel. The hairs on my skin stood. I tried to ignore my impulses. I didn't notice the room door open and close, I just wanted this man to own me.

His grey eyes watched and gauged me. 

“Take off your dress.” He whispered, my heart doing a flip back at the command. I never knew I was submissive until now. Until him.

Fuck it, I need to get laid…

I walked to the bed, taking off the tight clothes. My almost ripe nipples charged at their peaks. I needed this. I needed him. 

He walked towards me, unbuttoning his white shirt—the dude was a Greek god. His wide chest and taut abs were heavenly, shiny even. I could lick all of them if given a chance. I stood there—naked in front of him. For him to see me. I loved the way he looked at me, the way his eyes praised me, the way I felt like a prey and him my predator. 

“You love it, don't you? The way you opened your legs for me, the way you get so wet for me.” His words made my insides tremble. Yes. Talk dirty to me. His hands slowly trail up my back until he is touching my neck, he positions me under me, me on top of him–between his legs. 

His mouth lingers—no more than half an inch from my jaw. His musk was so beautiful that I wanted to drown in it. I loved everything, my reaction to how he touched me. 

“Spread your legs more, princess.” I listened to his command again. His head went down and that's when I felt it, the first time I let a man go down on me. It was a rush, a feeling I loved. I've never been this close to a man before, never let a man see me this way as I haven't popped my cherry yet. I've only read stories, stories that made me think about touching myself but this, this was worth doing.

“F***k,” I said when his finger went deep inside of me. His thumbs graze my c***t. “ Do it again,” I whisper to him, “Touch me like that again,” I said.

“So hot, for me.” He says. My body vibrated, not in a normal way, this feeling—it was new. I felt a feeling climbing up as his two fingers went in and out of me. Yesss.  

“What's that?” I asked him.

“What?”

“That feeling—what… you are doing—

“You haven't been touched before?” He asked.

“No—I 

“You're a virgin.” He says and his hand pauses midway inside of me. 

“I am.” 

“Shit and you didn't tell me. “ He said, pulling out of me and getting up from the bed, my eyes wide in shock. This night is not going exactly how I planned.