Chapter 2 Seducing him.

"Waitress, fill my cup for me.” The man sitting opposite Jackson called out to Natasha since she was the only waitress around them. 

Natasha nodded and stretched to take his glass from in front of him. She popped open the wine and turned a good amount into the cup. After closing it and putting it aside, she held the cup and stretched it towards the man, only for it to slip out of her grip and fall directly on the pants of the man sitting between them.

All the colors on Natasha's face drained off by the time it dawned on her what she had done. She accidentally spilled wine on Jackson's pants. 

Natasha reached for the napkins on the table. She bent down in-between his legs and started cleaning the wine off his pants, not realizing where she was touching. She didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident but he might not believe that.

Jackson's face flared up as he grabbed her hands, making her stop. Natasha cried out in pain. His grip was too strong. She looked up at him and saw his face was covered with disgust. Only then did she realize what she had done. 

A bodyguard walked forward and grabbed Natasha, pulling her aside as Jackson stood up. He glanced at her before walking towards the elevator. Probably to wash up. 

As he approached the elevator, Natasha noticed him stagger. Some bodyguards rushed over to support him but he waved them off and entered the elevator.

Before the elevator door closed, Natasha saw him holding his head and leaning on the wall. The medicine had started taking effect. She needs to follow him. 

Breaking free from the bodyguard's hold, Natasha hurried to the elevator. She watched it go up until it stopped on the ninth floor. She pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come down.

When it did, she looked around and made sure nobody saw her before slipping into the elevator.

Natasha inhaled sharply as she stepped out of the elevator. She just realized she had been holding her breath. She looked around, scanning the environment. 

Unlike the rest floors, this one was empty and quiet. Natasha walked towards the left. Which way did he go? She looked at the name tags on each door as she walked pass them. 

When she got to the end, she saw the door with the tag ‘Mr. Darkmoon’. The door was slightly opened, indicating that someone was inside. 

Natasha walked in and closed the door behind her.

The suite was wide and opulent. The only source of light was the dim lamp sitting on the table at the corner. 

She walks further into the suite and her eyes meet the king-sized bed that's covered with white sheets. She noticed a part of the bed was not white, something was on it.

When she reached down to touch it, her hand touched a firm scorching skin. It seems like he's unconscious. Now's her chance to look for the ring.  

Natasha was about to draw back when she suddenly felt a large palm grab her hand. Her eyes shot open as she looked at the man on bed. Before she could process everything, she felt her body spin and fall on the bed.

A huge body towered over hers then grabbed her two hands, pinning them above her head. Natasha looked at the man on top her. Her heart was thumping in her chest. His eyes were dark and his breathing ragged. 

He no longer looked like the calm and gentle Jackson she saw earlier. His eyes were filled with wants, wants for pleasure. 

Natasha managed to free her hand from his grasp. She reached for her shirt and tore it open, exposing the lace she wore inside. She has to do this, for Elina. That's the reason why she's here.

Natasha saw his eyes darkened. He raised himself up and grabbed her skirt, effortlessly pulling it off her body. Now she was left wearing only the lace from earlier. 

Jackson leaned down and buried his face in her neck. He bit and sucked on her neck. Natasha closed her eyes as she tried to stifle a moan. 

He suddenly paused. Natasha opened her eyes and looked at him and he raised his head. There was a frown on his face. 

“Who are you?” He suddenly asked. 

Natasha's blood ran cold. Her heartbeat doubled and it felt like her heart was hitting her ribcage. She stuttered and found it hard to utter a word.

“Aren't you…the girl from…earlier?” He asked and Natasha broke out in cold sweat. 

This man is really hard to take down. She added more drugs than she was supposed to add but he was still able to keep part of his sanity. 

Natasha reached up and circled her hands around his neck. Pulling him down, she pressed her lips against his and kissed him. She knew the drug was affecting him but he was trying to fight it and she won't let it happen. 

Jackson responded to the kiss. He grabbed her head and deepened the kiss. Her lips were soft against his and he could tell from the way she kissed him that she was inexperienced. 

Breaking off from the kiss, he raised himself up and looked at her. Her face was flushed and he loved the way her chest rised and fell. 

With a single move of his hand, he unhooked the hook on her dress and it flew open, exposing her fair skin. She wore nothing underneath. 

His adam apple rolled as his eyes swept all over her body. Natasha reached down and covered her chest with her hands. Her heart was pounding. She'd had never done this before, let alone be naked in front of a stranger. Her heart raced at the thought of what he was going to do next. 

Her eyes fluttered as she looked at him. A smirk played across his lips. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her chest, pinning them beside her. 

“So pretty.” He growled as he brought his head down.