Chapter four

Matthew

I didn't believe in gods or luck, but nothing else could explain the amazing coincidence of Mia Patel walking right into my fucking bar. I thanked my lucky stars. Coming here after the ceremony was the right choice. My eyes trailed after her through the security system in my office like a creep as she made her way to the VIP area.

I instantly made a call to one of the guards, Steve.

"Let her in," I said.

I didn't want her using her money to pay for a ticket in order to get in. When she was settled, I ordered all her drinks on the house. I watched her expressions through the camera, and damn, I should have added audio, but it was satisfying nonetheless watching her changing expressions.

As she settled herself comfortably on the sofa and brought out her phone, I suddenly wanted to know what she was doing—her favorite book, music, food. Fuck, I wanted to know everything about her. Her tense shoulders relaxed as she continued downing brandy like it was water. She loosened her hair and let it fall around her as she got lost in what she was doing, only for her cheeks to start reddening.

I was fucking grateful for the good camera quality and the fact that the camera was near her, as I could see her eyes glazing over. What the fuck was she thinking? Her eyes widened and her cheeks burned a bright shade of red. She adjusted herself and went back to her phone, forgetting everything around her again.

My hands went to my phone. I clicked on the message of the guy I asked to get information on her. I had done that before, but I only needed surface-level information. I had to ask again and request deeper info this time.

Mia Patel

General Manager of Ravins Corporation

Date of birth: August 5th, 1997

28 years old, 3rd child of 4 children, and the most successful

No socials, no close friends

I scrolled through the pictures gotten from her younger sister's account. Mia might be a recluse, but her sister was definitely a social butterfly. She had tons of pictures of them together under captions like "Best sister ever," though recently it became more of her and her now-husband.

A smile spread across my lips without me realizing it. It was obvious she doted on her sister. I carefully went through every available photo of her, and there were a lot of them. By the time my eyes would go back to the screen, she was gone. I checked through the other cameras until I saw her stumbling towards the direction of the club.

Like hell I was letting her into the crowd of drunk sweaty people. I stood up and left my office, trying not to appear as if I were in a hurry. When I eventually got to her, she looked lost as hell and was about to crouch on the floor. I pulled her up against me and she giggled, sniffing me up.

"Hi there, handsome," she said.

Damn, she found me handsome. I tried not to smile.

"What do you think you are doing, Mia?"

Doing right in the lion's den, she was drunker than I thought. I was so sure sober Mia would be mortified to find out she had her hands roaming over my body, sending blood rushing to an inappropriate place.

"Why are you so handsome?" she slurred again. "I'm not usually like this."

Oh, but I think I prefer you like this, she prattled on, oblivious of how hard it was for me to focus on anything except her full pouty lips and how they would feel around my cock. I suppressed a growl."

Ever since I met you, you've been making me think about things I shouldn't be thinking about," she says, and it takes everything in me to not carry her off at that moment. Instead, I ask in a low, dark voice, "What do you want, Mia?"

"I want to kiss you," she said right before slamming her lips against mine without warning. Either she was too drunk or she was a sloppy kisser, so I took control, prying her mouth open and shoving my tongue into it. I groaned—gods, she tasted divine. I pulled her flush against me as I explored, sucked, and lapped. It took a lot not to start groping her right there—she's drunk, I kept telling myself—but lust blinded me. As soon as she tried matching my rhythm, who's a fast learner, huh? I deepened the kiss and I got a moan. Fuck! She moaned for me.

I broke the kiss to let her catch her breath.

"Fuck," she whispered.

Now that I've got a taste, there's no way I would stay away. I grabbed her hand and pulled her along with me, the alcohol making her compliant. I took a secret route only I knew about and we ended up right in my office. The walk seemed to have sobered her up a little as she tried to wrench her hand away from mine. Yeah, tough luck with that.

I backed her up till her back hit the wall. She looked at me with hazy eyes filled with desire and defiance that was slowly coming back.

"What are we doing?" she slurred, holding on to my shoulders.

"Whatever you want, baby," I murmured against her neck, trailing kisses higher and higher till I got to her earlobe. I bit it lightly and she gasped, squeezing my shoulders. I took that as a good sign and continued nipping and biting till I got more.

"Fuck, that feels good," she rasped.

My mouth went back to hers as my palms cupped one of her breasts. Fuck, they are so perfect. She groaned in my mouth when I started squeezing. I was about to get rid of her dress when a knock sounded on the door. I ignored it, but the asshole knocked again. Frustrated, I left her and dashed to the door.

"What the fuck..." The words dried in my mouth when I saw Carlos glaring at me with a disapproving look.