7: A very tempting offer

"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."

John Keats

His eyes are fixed on my lips and I don't think he heard my question, but as I open it up to ask again, he closes the space between us and his lips rests on mine. He doesn't dominate the kiss as our lips touched, instead, he just let our lips linger on each other's and when he pulls away, he bites down on his lips as he stares at me. Mixed emotions are written all over his face even as he stays quiet and all of a sudden it disappears and his face becomes blank of all emotions and my stomach coils as I expect the worse.

His hands take hold of my waist in a possessive manner and my body comes alive almost immediately and as if knowing that, he pulls me closer so my body touches and press against his which is pinned to the wall.

I can feel his cock underneath the fabric, laying there against my stomach, hot, massive and tempting and I try to keep a clear head as I hear him out, but oh, it's almost impossible to do and he knows it too, as his smirk darkens just before he speaks.

"Your offer is very tempting, and so are you." his eyes drop to my lips and lingers there. "Just the thoughts and images of fucking the daring Alexander Paige and having her under my mercy has tortured me for the past one week, just thinking of the things I want to make you do with those lips of yours get me off and let's not even go to the spot where my cock longs to fill up and it is a nightmare indeed mi gatita."

My legs clamp together as shivers run down south as a result of his words, and I thought I was the one doing the seducing.

"But I don't think I like the idea of being tamed or put in a box with do(s) and don't (s) or the idea of being owned like some property, do you?" he concludes with the question.

I didn't think I liked the idea of being owned either, but that changed after I met him. Now all I want him to do is take me and make me know what it feels like to let go.

I do not say that though, so instead, I shake my head as I drag in a shaky breath and I let out a disappointed sigh, "No, but it won't be an issue if it goes both ways, but it's your decision and whatever your reply is, I'll accept it and call it a truce."

"Even if it's not a yes?" He asks with a squinted brow.

I nod, "Even if it's not a yes." I step back and he immediately lets go of my waist. "well it was nice meeting you Mr Quaint." I say and begin to head for the door.

"Take Caleb's deal, Alex, tell him who I am." Comes his subtle voice, making me turn to him in confusion as I almost didn't hear him, but he continues talking in hope to clear things up.

"I wouldn't want you breaking your word to him or have him thinking I'm some scared man who can't face him." He tells me in all seriousness and I nod and open the door before he adds again "And also tell Havana to stop digging into my past and history she would not find anything if I don't want her to."

My heart skips a beat at how he may have gotten such information since I never opened my mouth to say anything about Ava being the one doing the digging. "How did you....?" I trail off, confusion swallowing me up from the inside out and I can't mask it up.

He smirks darkly before saying, "I'm Rogue remember?"

This guy got eyes and ears everywhere

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I wouldn't want you breaking your word?

The word stuck to my head all through the drive back it was supposed to be my victory day but instead, I feel like a bad guy for not thinking of the promise I made to Caleb days ago to tell him who the mystery man was. Why would Rogue want me to honour my words, why would he even care?

I've always gotten whatever I wanted when it came down to men because there could be persuaded, the only exception was if they were gay, but Rogue isn't like any of them. Rogue is complicated and filled with more mystery than any man I've ever met or worked with, he is smart and knows too much, even things he shouldn't know about and I wonder what else he knows about me.

I still haven't gotten an answer from him and he might end up saying no, maybe that's why he wants me to keep my words to Caleb and keep to the deal so I don't end up losing both ways.

In all this, I just realise I haven't gotten back the document I gave to Julian a few days ago which Caleb gave to me in exchange of me pointing out who Rogue was to him and I pick my phone and dial Julian's number, and after the first ring, he picks.

"Were you able to finally get how much the company is worth?" I ask, cutting straight to the point, cutting over the chitchats.

"Well hello to you too and how are you this lovely day?" He says back at me like an attack.

I roll my eyes, "Those greetings apply to people who care about each other and are friends and that's not what we are, you told me that last night remember?" I remind him of the words he broke my heart with last night.

"Oh yeah, you're right." He clears his throat, and begins more formally, "Oh, yes I did. The company is worth around one hundred and fifty million dollars for a start and with a right boost could triple at the end of the year." He concludes and says nothing further.

"That means it's a good deal?" I ask, not as delighted as I should be.

"It's a great deal, but it's gonna require a lot of dedication because it's a lot of money to put in the wrong hands."

My lips pause for a while as I wonder what is best and when I come up short, I ask, "What do you suggest then?"

He hesitates, "Keep it on hold until you're completely ready to dedicate to it."

"Okay, thanks, Julian, I'll think about it."

"Okay, later Alex."

I open my mouth to reply it, but no words come out, so instead, I end the call before I can reply and I toss the phone into my purse, get down from the car and make my way into the house.

I remember that I'll be meeting Patrick today and I realise that I need to get ready for it, but my body immediately revolts to the thought to having him watch me while I drop my clothes. And just like that, what's I've done countless times before doesn't feel right anymore and I suddenly want to get out of the deal.

It's good money Alex, don't ruin it because you met some guy you know nothing about.

'This has nothing to do with Rogue,'" I say out loud, but doesn't it?

'Once you're in your room, call Caleb and tell him what he needs to know. You already have Rogue's blessing.'

'Then dress up and go meet Patrick and the day will be over before you know it. '

I head straight for my room and I don't make out the questions Zander asks as I walk by him, so I don't answer.

I enter my room and take off all my clothes before hitting the shower. Memories of the time I shared with Rogue flood my mind and I can't help reminiscing it over and over.

I think about the kiss and how soft and delicate his lips felt on mine and wonder just how good it would feel on other parts of me, on my neck, on my nipples and between my legs.

A moan tears through my lips as I run my hand over my wet body and I bite on my lips. My eyes close slowly as the thoughts of Rogue consumes me, bringing my body to life and its peak as my hand wander between my legs and fill me up. Rogue is way bigger and thicker than my fingers though and the thought of him filling me up sends me closer to the edge.

"Alex?" Zander calls, worriedly as I hear the door to my room open.

I open my eyes and withdraw my fingers 'Why now when I'm so close?' and I hiss to myself in frustration.

"You're home early....." He further points out, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine Zander, don't worry. I'll be going out again, very soon."

"You're sure?" He doesn't sound convinced still as he goes ahead to emphasis, "I saw the look on your face when you entered, if all isn't well, you can tell me."

"I'm fine Zander I promise. It's just another day at work. It's all good." I turn off the shower and pick up my towel before wrapping it around my body and stepping out of the bathroom.

I am not surprised though when I meet Zander still in my room, with a look that says he wasn't impressed with the lies I just tried to feed him, I feel angry a little.

"Zander! What are you still doing here?" I demand a little pissed off. "I could have walked in naked, you shouldn't be here."

He looks a little alarmed at my outburst "I'm sorry, but be honest and I'll leave, tell me what's wrong and maybe I can help."

I sigh deeply feeling sad that I still have to shut him out after everything. "Even if I tell you what's wrong, you can't help me, it's something only I must do, I'm sorry."

His eyes display the look of hurt even as he nods and steps back. "Okay, I get it, don't be sorry."

Once he's out of my room, I drop my towel and lather the body lotions over my body before going to my closet and picking out black lacy panties and bra and putting them on. I walk over to the wardrobe and I open it and surf through the numerous clothes in my closet, trying to find the most suitable. I pick out a black see-through mini gown, that would show off almost all my legs and everything I'll wear inside along with a black winter coat with cream coloured fur and I pick out a black, four-inch heel from my shoe closet before slipping it on. I return to my dressing mirror and put on my makeup which takes me about twenty-five minutes to perfect.

I dialled Phillip, my driver's number, I don't always need him, but most times when I do these types of meetups, I might not mentally be in the mood of driving myself. So a driver is a precaution I take.

"Phillip, I'll need you down here in five."

"Sure thing boss." He responds and I end the call.

I dial the next number I have and it's Caleb's personal line, he picks and we begin to speak.

"Caleb Mickelson speaking, who's this?"

"It's Alex, you asked to call this number if I have anything concerning the man who was with your wife a week ago," I say, not sure if I still want to say it, but realising it's the only way.

"I did," his voice is still and focused as it replies me.

"Well, I have. He is Rogue Von Quaint, I saw him on the news last night."

"Von Quaint? He tails off and goes quiet for a bit, almost as though he ended the call except it is still connected. "Are you playing with me, young lady? Cause that isn't funny." He comes back with a stern tone of voice.

I feel angry and irritated that he'd question me and not trust me, but what should I expect though? "I'm not and it's offensive and insulting that you think I'll lie. The man I saw leaving the hotel a week ago was Rogue Von Quaint and you can believe it and do whatever you want to do with it, but I've done my part." I say before ending the call and turning off my phone.

As if telling him the truth wasn't hard on me already, I have to get questioned if I'm lying.

I make my way downstairs where Zander is on his laptop and once he sees me, he stops and his eyes focus on me as I climb down.

"You look good Alex." He compliments and flashes me a small relieving smile.

I smile back at him, "Thanks. How's the game coming along?"

He looks back at his laptop, looking optimistic. "Pretty good, still not close, but we are so far ahead now."

"Wish you all the luck you need."

"Thanks."

I begin to speak before I talk myself out of it, "About earlier, I'll tell you everything when I get back I promise."

"Okay then, take care." He says finally becoming happy.

Stepping outside, my car is already waiting for me and Phillip is by the side and on sight, he opens the door for me and I nod and enter before he closes the door.

"Same as last time ma'am?"

"Yes. Same as last time Phillips."

Twenty minutes later we are standing at the Von Quaint hotel and now I just said it, I realise this hotel may belong to Rogue as well. I hope I don't run into him in there though, but that shouldn't be an issue since he has given you a reply yet, so that means you are not bound to him.

I walk into the building and take the elevator to the 5th floor and patiently wait for the door to open and after forever, it opens and I step out of it and begin the search for door number 7D. I find it and instead of knocking turn the knob and like I expected, the idiot didn't close the door, but I guess the security at this hotel is super tight so nothing bad ever happens.

I entered and the darkroom but for scented candle all over the room and it is empty of Patrick presence and I look around the room trying to get a good look of things. There's a massive bed at the right side of the room covered with plain white sheets, four pillows fitted into the bed also in white pillowcases at the left side is a flower vase with white roses in it and I walk towards it unable to resist my fondness of white roses which are beautiful mind you.

I roll my eyes at the romantic gesture the hotel has work to bring out and I wonder if it's their tradition or if Patrick called them and asked them to do this.

"I'm glad you love them, heard you have a thing for white roses." I hear the voice of Patrick say from behind and I withdraw my hand from the flower and turn around quickly.

His small self is already in a long grey robe which doesn't help to cover much of his chest hair and they are sticking out. I take a full glace at him. Bald hair, dark skin, red, wide eyes and his cheeks are puffy with a thick beard covering 50 per cent of his face you'd wonder how the puffy cheeks are still so obvious. He's got dark spots covering up his neck down to his exposed chest. His potbelly is so obvious even in the long robe and I wonder if it getting smaller or bigger as he had hinted about working out two weeks ago when we first made our first deal.

My skin instantly crawls, but I swallowed and look back up to see him grinning from ear to ear.

"Like what you see?" He asks, sounding cocky.

I almost threw up in my mouth, but press down on the urge and instead, I ask, "Do you have the new contract ready?"

"Yeah I have, they are in the drawer." He answers, accompanying it with a nod. "I'll hand them to you once we are done."

Not convinced at the very least I insist, "I'll like to have a quick look at it?"

"Sure," he goes to the drawer and brings it out so I can see it. He hands it to me and I flip through the pages, but I don't get to read it though cause he withdraws it from my grasps, "you have my word that everything is in place, you'll get it once we are done." He promises.

"Fine by me," I reply. "Shall we begin?" I ask as I step back from him and I watch him quickly race to the bed.

I make my way to the other side of the room where the red, armchair is and I can literally feel his eyes on my every move and steps and I drop my winter coat before I take my seat on it.

"This is going to be one of the best orgasms I've had in years." He says, all too excited to begin.

"Well, I can't say I feel the same way though," I mumble under my breath before pulling the see-through mini gown over my head.

And just like that thirty minutes felt like thirty million years. I watched him touch himself and though it was sickening to me, I held myself together and endured it. Then after he was done, which was barely even five minutes, I had to touch myself and the only way I got through it was thinking about Rogue, touching me, tasting me and sucking into me until I could no longer feel my legs. It wasn't long until I was moaning and pleasure-driven.

"I wish I could touch you, honey." Patrick gushes as I put my bra back on as well as my thong before picking the see-through mini gown from the floor where I tossed it earlier.

"Can I have the documents now?" I ask in a composed and completely formal tone of voice as I pick up my winter coat and put it on.

He put on his pants and gets up from the bed where's laid after his third orgasm tonight and has been watching me get dressed.

He gets the file from on top of the drawer where he'd kept it a while ago and brings it over to me. I collect the document and smile at him "It was nice doing business with you Mr Adeyemi," I say, mustering a smile at him.

"Same here Mrs Paige. Can we do this again?" He asks, eagerness can be spotted in his tone.

I scoff, "This is a one-time thing, by the time this deal is over, I will not need to have your company's alliance. So take it as it is, a one-time thing." I say, before walking out of the hotel room.

Phillip and I spent an extra two hours when coming back home because of the massive traffic jam on the road and when I finally got home it was 7:30 pm, I walk into the bathroom and strip to take a bath for the third time today, but now hoping to wash off the crawling on my skin as a result of the encounter with Patrick and once done, I dry myself and decide to retire to bed early since it's already eight O'Clock.

I'm almost as sleep when my phone begins to ring and I check it and see it's an unknown ID calling I'm indecisive about picking at first then pick up ignoring the voices going to the worst-case scenario in my head.

"Hello?"

There comes no reply.

"Who's this? Is someone there?" I have no idea why I'm asking. Normally, after the silence that accompanied my first hello, I'll leave the call on and go to sleep just to help the caller realise their mistake and stupidity and I'm about to do just that.

"Mi

gatita." Comes the voice I know too well now and he says it as hoarse and as seducing as ever.

Oh shit this isn't going to end well.