Oh my goodness!
That was the first conscious thought that crossed my mind as soon as I opened my eyes the next morning. Completely naked save for the thick blanket someone in particular had been gentlemanly enough to cover me with after last night’s rendezvous.
Outside is as bright as it could possibly get and I risked a glance to my side, it’s ruffled, and touching it, it’s warm to the touch. I reached out to grab my phone at the head of the pillow and click it on, it’s a few minutes past eleven am.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though it came with its consequences, and sacrifice as I would love to call it, I achieved my goal. I sit up in bed just as the adjacent door opens and Reid comes out of the bathroom, half naked.
Waterdrops clinging to his perfectly sculpted abs, his pecs having the perfect balance and his muscles giving me an outright wink to lay down and worship them, I swallow.
“You’re awake.” He says more of a statement than it is a question.
I don’t bother replying him, as much as I felt wronged that he had used me instead of otherwise, my heart and head were in disagreement. My head is totally being logical while the stupid heart is lunging in another universe, for his abs, still glistening just as he put on a coat.
“Checking me out? You did not have enough yesterday?”
I feel my cheeks warm up at his comment and push my legs down the edge of the bed. I just have to get out of here, Daniel must have the deal now so I have no reason to endure his taunts anymore. I grab the blanket by its edges and gets up…
Fail.
For some reason, I fall back into the bed.
That damned hot man had pulled the other end and as I landed unceremoniously, he laughed at me, then flung me the towel he just took off his groin. “Use this instead, don’t dirty my blanket.”
He sat at the edge of the bed, looking at me tentatively.
I have to do something fast or my body will forget I am married. “So… You’re not going to work or something? Should you be sitting in bed so lazily on a work day like this?” I ask, hoping to distract him from staring at me but his gaze does not falter one bit.
“Oh, I have gone and returned. You slept in late so I quickly went to do my business and returned to find you still sleeping. You were quite exhausted… Dare I say you didn’t feel like a married woman. When did your husband, or hell, any man, touch you last?”
My brain manages to filter through his words and fixate on another complete set of ones. “What do you mean by you have gone and returned?”
Just then, my phone began to vibrate at the head of the bed but I ignore it.
He smirks and gets up from the bed, coming to my side. “You know, I had a trillion dollar deal to close off today. As alluring as you are, a trillion dollar is not something to pass up n. Especially since my opponent happened to be the cousin I hated so damn much, the one you married, Raees.”
My head is spinning… I failed at seducing him, slept with him and still lost the trillion dollars?
She has to salvage one at least… One has to be kept a secret till death and that has to be that she has slept the night with Reid, her husband’s opponent.
“Please don’t tell my husband anything that happened here tonight.” That was the last shred of dignity I had in front of that man.
He held my gaze and fir the first time since last night, I notice the swirls of deep green in his hazel eyes. Then he smirks, chuckles and then bursts into laughter. “That will be a pretty hard secret to keep. You see, I am a very competitive person, I don’t waste any opportunity to gloat in my opponent’s face, now you’re asking me to keep a secret for you? Hm… Pretty hard thing to do.”
“Please…” I whimper, biting my lower lips unconsciously.
His eyes travelled down to my lips with that small movement with my teeth and lips, he raised his hands to my lips and loosened it from my teeth’s grip. “Just one condition.” He whispered, his eyes not leaving my lips while my own gaze was fixated on his face, hoping that the night can be erased from his memories, at least hypothetically.
“What’s the condition?” I conceded, and asked.
At that, he raised his eyes. “Tell me, when last did Daniel fuck you?”
It was just a simple sentence, right on the line of being vulgar but the question sent my heart beating erratically.
You are a married woman, goddamn! My head screamed at me.
“Is that your condition? That I provide an answer to your question?”
He seemed slightly taken aback but his smirk had not waned one bit. “Nope. That was just, let me call it an intro. You have to answer before I give you my condition.”
I swallowed.
Daniel and I had a pretty average sex life… did we though?
Just then, my answer was interrupted by my phone’s vibrating and this time, I wasted no time diving for it, anything to get this man’s aftershave that was driving me up the wall, crazily, out of my nose.
I checked the caller ID and my breath hitched for a second.
Dan… my husband had been calling me for a while now. Between the devil and the deep blue sea...?
I picked it up, he’ll be my excuse out of here. “Hello Dan?”
“Where the hell have you been…”
The phone was snatched right out of my hands.
“That’s no way to talk to a woman.”
“Who the fuck is this…?”
“Fuck… What an interesting choice of words, you know, I and your wife did something…”
I didn’t let him finish before I grabbed the phone out of his hands, dive headfirst into the first white coat I saw hanging by the shower’s door and bolt from the room, not before he presses something into my hands and his words haunting me as I ran for the elevator.
“You’ll be back, Raees.” His laughter ringing out as the door slammed shut behind me.
The van rattled over and over on uneven ground, every bump jostling Cecelia’s limp body against the cold metal floor. She hasn’t stirred since the blow to her neck, the same one that knocked her unconscious. Her head lolled repeatedly and awkwardly to the side, a faint purple bruise already purpling at her jawline.The ride seems endless as the van drove through the city. The city’s glow faded into long, empty stretches of road, and then even that gave way to silence as they drove outside the residential areas. There is absolutely no traffic here, no streetlights, only the occasional flash of headlights from distant trucks. They drove for what feel like hours, until the tires crunched over gravel and the engine finally groan to a stop.“Get her out,” came the voice from the front. The voice belonging to that one man that is the master mind behind the kidnap and everything that's going wrong for Cecelia.Two of the men slide the doors open, the cool night air flooding in. Together, t
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