Chapter 4 - A dangerous man demanding to strip!

"Why did you do that?" She shouted as she collected the remnants of the phone and it seemed like he was agitated the way she shouted at him.

"I strictly forbade it. As a punishment I broke it." He said and Stacy looked up at him giving him glares. 

"You could have switched it off!" 

"Do I call your boss and complain about your behavior?" He threatened as Stacy looked at him with a mortified face. She would just make Mikaela buy her a new phone! 

Now she got it why her friend's company said they would give her ten thousand bucks because this client was going to break everything and Mikaela would have to pay for that. It was impossible to please him let alone getting a contract out of him. 

"I—I am sorry." She got up and asked, "Shall we start?" 

He scoffed, seemingly pleased that his threat worked. "Of course. Make it fast because if I don't like your service, you're not getting anything and I am already pissed off at your behavior."

She felt like crying. She just messed up and now she lost her phone. How would she contact Mikaela? 

"I—I am really, really sorry for my behavior." Stacy said apologetically as he nodded but she could see the glint in his eyes. He knew he was just important and he was going to use it. Stacy prayed that Mikaela come because she had no idea how to tackle such people. 

"Now, pour me some wine." He ordered as he took a seat on the couch and sat on it as if he owned it. Stacy dashed to the kitchen and took a glass, she took out a bottle from the freeze and came back.

"Where is your glass?" He asked.

Stacy blinked at him. "I—I don't drink."

He gave her a look and it wasn't a pleased one as she corrected and gave him a nervous smile. "But I will do it today."

She went back and got another glass. She almost felt tired as she came back and poured the wine. As he took it and sipped on it, her eyes couldn't resist the urge to see his jaw line and the Adam's apple on his throat bobbing as he gulped down the wine. She almost felt her heart skipping a beat. God certainly had created a masterpiece but with a horrible attitude.

She gulped her drink in one go and it wasn't that bad. Last time she had it with Mikaela when Mikaela got the job. But it was bitter that time. She wondered if they had taken different brands.

"Now, what is your name?" He asked as he started to open the buttons of the tuxedo one by one and Stacy's eyes followed his long, sophisticated fingers and the veins on the back of his palms. She took a breath. 

But why the hell was he opening his tuxedo? 

"S—Stacy Cyrus." She answered as he put the coat on the backrest of the couch. He took the bottle and poured both of them, another round of wine.

"Is that your stage name?" He asked as his eyes moved toward her and she could feel the intensity in them. His eyes felt like they were burning and she inhaled a breath immediately regretting as she met with his scent. And boy, it was just so addictive that her body started to act in a different way. 

"Y—you mean, nickname?" She asked with a breathy voice as she gripped the hem of her dress. She was nervous, very nervous.

"Yes." He gave her the glass as she gulped and her head felt light. She looked at him and saw he was already looking at her while he took a sip. His lazy gaze had some magic in them as she couldn't blink.

Her cheeks warmed as well as her insides and she immediately averted her eyes. Why was her body feeling this way? She came here to discuss the project!

"My nickname is Stacy." She said as she gulped down the wine and put the glass down. 

"Sir, why don't we—" She tilted her head toward him but as soon as she did so, her lips met with the man's lips. His lips were just so smooth and plump that she almost forgot why she had come. Her eyes turned wide as she didn't sense when he came so close. Her heart thumped in her ears as he slid his tongue inside her.

His eyes were still open and his hands slowly wrapped her waist pulling her toward him. She put her hands between them and pushed him away or at least, tried to push him away. But he was so strong that her attempts were futile and she bit his lip. He pulled away and smirked, his eyes glinted devilishly as his tongue swept on the bite she gave just a second ago.

"A wild one. Not bad." He said, his voice husky and the way he was giving her a look, she felt warmth spreading between her thighs. 

"S—sir, wh—what are you doing?" She somehow managed to squish out her words because it was so hard to breathe. 

"Role playing? I don't mind but you see..." He said as he unclasped his tie and added, "I am not in the mood tonight." 

Stacy couldn't understand what he meant by role playing? They weren't here to play! Was this the deal Mikaela was going to crack tonight? What was happening? She felt so confused. She thought her friend was working in a multinational company. But she had never heard they settled a deal like this. Did anyone even settle a deal like this?!

She wanted to call her friend but her phone was broken and not to mention, she didn't know her number because who remembers a number nowadays!

"I—I think this is some misunderstanding." She said as she staggered back on the couch and created a distance between them.

He grinned and boy, did he look handsome! That was the best toothy smile she had ever seen which made her heart go wild. "Misunderstanding?" He asked rasising a brow.

"Y—yes. We were supposed to talk on the p—project, weren't we?" She asked, now she wasn't sure why she came and what the hell the project was.

"What project?" His smiling face was replaced with a straight face and he seemed as if he was losing his patience as his jaw clenched. 

He growled and it made her shudder. He put pressure on his words saying, "Listen, Stacy. I have been having a really bad day and tomorrow I'd have to go back home for another deal. So, stop this role playing because it is getting on my nerves."

"Bu—but I don't —"

"Stand up. Now." He ordered as his face twisted in anger and Stacy immediately stood up and went away, her heart hammering in her chest. Right now, the man looked like a deadly beast who was about to get angry.

He poured himself another glass and eyed her. "Now, strip."