Chapter 7— Classic Sin

He watched her. His eyes gazed intensively through her. He never failed to have what he longed for and Josette was just another easy prey to feed on. She handed the documents as soon as she was done signing. He smiled in a way that his lips didn't twitch but his eyes showed it. He took it from her.

" Just as I have summarized my terms and conditions, you can as well do the same."

" I'm certain there is more to what you've told me but I feel like what you said is more important." She crossed her hand. Her eyes reflected something he was familiar with— fear and confusion.

" You don't get to boss me around. As long as we are married publicly, it doesn't mean we are privately. So there shouldn't be any romantic or emotional involvement in this as it is strictly business."

" Oh yes! I forgot to mention that too. It's part of my condition."

" So I'm guessing you're the kind of guy that doesn't do or believe in love."

His feral gaze did the usual goosebumps thingy on her skin. She folded her arms, biting her lips with utmost regret. Though, her mind was more concerned on how she would get over seven million dollars to pay those abductors. And as for the fake loan her mother signed her up for, she wasn't paying a dime for that.

" Certainly. I do believe in love and I have done love before, just once. It was good but short-lived." His side lip twitched into a small smile. " It's like they always say. Nothing good lasts forever."

And the ring of her phone was enough to snap her out of her thoughts and disrupt Zade from speaking. She dashed across the room to take her phone. She knew who it was even before she saw the caller. She followed her instincts and moved out of the living room and went into the kitchen.

" What have you decided on, Miss Montgomery?"

She sighed from her mouth. Her hand trembled. She had signed the contract and it was more to her advantage than staying alone in this. What they asked of her was something she had done. She had more blood in her hands than anyone knew, Benson included.

" I would do it. But you don't hurt her. Take care of her and I'll do everything you asked me to."

There was a small silence and a dark chuckle breaking the silence.

" You have fourteen days to get the job done and within those days, I demand the money is ready."

" I would send you everything—" She was saying until he distracted her.

" Splendid. Every detail would be sent to you in no time."

She wanted to speak again but the call ended. When she returned back to the living room, Zade was gone but he hadn't forgotten to leave behind his usual gift for her— a black rose. Josette took the rose and slowly brought it close to her nose, perceiving the fresh fragrance of his cologne that tainted it.

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" He is here sir." A female voice spoke and the sound of the newspaper flipping onto one another resonated. There was a heavy smell of cigar and the myriad smoke clouding the atmosphere. " Bring him in." A calmly bold voice replied.

The female assistant left and returned afterwards with a young man who didn't hesitate to take his seat across from this old man. They were seated in the VIP section of the richest clubhouse in BlackBeth— CLASSIC SIN.

The young man peered down at the play cards on the table, aside from these cards also stood a board chess. Used cigarettes and new notes of dollars were also left carelessly unkept. The only thing this young man reached was the bottle of champagne beside the old man.

" Rough day, eh?" His bold voice said as he closed the newspaper and took out the stick of the cigar out of his mouth.

" Everyday is rather a rough day. Just hoping for a good moment tonight, Mr Parker."

" How did it go?" Mr Parker, the old man asked. His eyes gazed at the young man across from him.

" She signed the damn contract." Zade spoke, taking a shot from the champagne.

" You got what you wanted already, Parker. My part of the deal is done."

Mr Parker chuckled, returning the cigar to his mouth and leaning against his seat whilst crossing one leg over the other.

" I am a man of my word, Zade. My part of the deal is guaranteed. No need to worry."

" Certainly. Although, I'd like to know something, Mr Parker."

A woman came over carrying a tray of six glasses of red wine. She walked around the room with nothing but mere lingerie that did no justice in exposing her most sensitive areas. She got to their table and dropped two drinks. Mr Parker looked up at her.

" Available for tonight? For a prude?" The woman sheepishly nodded her head. Her smile seemed forced as she stood there— waiting.

" How much?"

" Depends. Who is the taker and for how many hours long?"

" Well..." Mr Parker drank one of the drinks— emptying the content. " Six hours, at most."

The woman blushed, flickering her eyelashes.

" I don't do more than five hours. I have to attend to other customers. But, If you insist on keeping at six hours, the pay will have to be doubled."

Zade whose eyes were focused elsewhere suddenly locked gaze on Mr Parker who pulled a grin. His brows rose for a moment before he spoke.

" Enjoy your night, Zade. Enough of business deals here and there. Take a break and have fun, I'll be here waiting after six hours."

Zade frowned, simply uninterested. " I'll pass."

Mr Parker opened his newspaper. " Our deal isn't over, remember?"

" My part of the deal is." Zade took the drink and let it down his throat in one go.

" It was." Mr Parker stated, strictly.

There was a brief silence and Zade's anguish clenching and unclenching of his fist didn't go unnoticed.

" Well, on second thought—"

He said and eventually stood up and without sparing a glance at his mistress for tonight, he walked away while she trailed behind him.