THE PROPOSAL

LEXIE’S POV

“Ahm….” Moans escaped my lips, my eyes screwed shut as the very handsome stranger violated every inch of my body.

But surprisingly, the pain was slowly replaced by a sweet sensation. It was like, I was hurting but enjoying myself at the same time.

“Open your eyes....” He commanded; his thrusts became demanding and more aggressive.

“I can’t take anymore...” I whispered, ; my voice was parched. This was the third time he was taking me in. He was like a hungry animal; his appetite just increased the more he ate.

“You will take anything and everything I give you.” He roughly tilted my face back towards him.

I could no longer feel the lower part of my body; everything ached. Exhaustion soon followed, and all I wanted to do was sleep. He wouldn’t let me; he’d be mad.

I didn’t know him at all, but I could tell that his personality would be someone who couldn’t be denied anything he wanted or wanted, even if he didn’t ask nicely. He didn’t need power; he was power himself.

“You wanted money...". You were assertive about what you wanted. wanted. wanted. wanted. So am I,” hehehehe muttered in my ears.

“Now look at me!” He held my jaw firmly, and he fastened his hips.

“Ahhm….please…” Pleading moans involuntarily fell from me... I grimaced as I was going mad with the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Watch me while I finish...” He lifted my legs on his shoulder so he could thrust deep.

“I want to defile those innocent eyes of yours; I’d be the only good thing you remember. The man that can make you bleed and you’d feel pleasure instead of pain, no man had done this to you... You won’t get to think of another because it’s only me you get to fuck.”

With our gazes still locked to each other, he held my neck, and I watched as his face went red when he came on my stomach. And he crashed onto the bed next to me.

*************

As I lay beside him, my chest rose and fell from the intensity of our rough exchange. I wouldn’t call it lovemaking; it was a trade.

The sheets were tangled around us, and the room was filled with the scent of sweat and satisfaction. Exhausted, I slowly sat up, intending to leave even though my legs felt like they might give out beneath me.

“You outdid yourself this time, Lexie.” I whispered to myself as I stared blankly at the wall. I couldn’t move, not even towards the bathroom, so why not wallow in self-disgust?

“Leaving so soon?” His voice was smooth, with a hint of amusement in his words. He propped himself up on one elbow and watched me with an intense gaze.

I suddenly felt a shy and awkward feeling settle down on me. I realized that I was still naked, and his eyes wouldn’t stop raking my body.

In awkwardness, I grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to my chest.

“Like I said earlier, you’re one interesting little thing.” He let out a small laugh.

Thing? He basically classified me as an object every time he opened his mouth, but that didn’t upset me. What bothered me was the fact that he wasn’t saying anything about my pay.

“I should really get going... What of my erm...” I struggled with the words,

Just ask for your pay, Lexie!

“I’m supposed to pay you now; how much?” He outright asked.

“If it’s not too much...” I started and started, and I could ask for the exact money I needed for my mom’s chemotherapy. chemotherapy. But who would pay five grand for pussy?

“Just tell me how much." He stubbornly retorted

“3 grand.” I replied briefly and bit the inside of my cheek in fear.

He snickered, “My annex credit card didn’t tell you all you needed to know, did it?”

I didn’t know what he expected me to say to that, but I couldn’t just know a person by their credit card. I could only tell that they were rich, and I knew he was.

I should have even asked for the whole 5 grand, Damnit!

“I didn’t want to sound greedy, but if you can pay, I’d be glad.”

He huffed, almost like he was angry. I turned my eyes back to his, and his formerly amused face turned grim and dark.

“Never underestimate my wealth.”

“Why don’t we have a little introduction? Take this.” He reached for the small bedside table and pulled a little card off it before he handed it to me.

“CEO Damian Valor.”

I groaned in frustration and face-palmed myself when I realized that I knew the man in bed with me. How could I have missed his face? He was in every magazine, interview, and newspaper. His family owned half of New York City; at the mention of his name, even married women would turn.

The first son of the Valor family, the cold and ruthless CEO of Valor Group companies, his arrogance precedes him. And guess what? He was the one that fucked the hell out of me.

“You seem to be going through different stages of regret... I promise I’m not that bad if you’ll be a good girl.” He snatched the card from me,

“I have something better to offer you...”

What could be better than taking the money I needed and just getting the hell out of his space? Damian was money, but he was trouble and one that I couldn’t handle.

“I need a wife; what’s your price?” He announced casually.

A wife? Did he think a wife was something he could easily buy on eBay or something?

“Excuse me, Mr. Valor. I don’t understand.”

“It shouldn’t be your first time hearing about contractual relationships. I need a fake wife; here’s the entire agreement.” He handed me a document.

I gave him a reluctant look before I received the paper and stared blankly at it.

“My fiancée suddenly left the country, but for other reasons best known to me, I need to be married till she gets back. I also have a divorce agreement prepared." He casually pulled out another document and handed it to me.

For some reason, I felt I needed a lawyer since a billionaire was casually throwing ready-made agreements at me. If I didn’t think this through, then I could get in a lot of trouble.

“Once she gets back, you’d sign the divorce agreement, and we’d both go our separate ways. And you need not to worry about the press; I can handle the media.”

My gaze consistently went between him and the documents as I tried to digest and make sense of everything. My brain failed woefully at cooperating; I was empty-minded.

I had not been quite up to date with the internet so as to have more knowledge about this fiancée of his. There wasn’t much about her, in general, totally.

But I had seen her once when Paparazzi leaked a picture of her and Damian together; it made a lot of frenzy in the media.

“VICTORIA HAYES, daughter to the millionaire CEO owner of “Hayes Empire,” seen in a romantic atmosphere with billionaire CEO, DAMIAN VALOR.”

The headlines….those were the only thing I knew.

I didn’t need a smack on the head to know that; this was the easiest way out of my misery. My search for money would suddenly come to an abrupt end with this billionaire, his annex credit card without limit, and his shocking offer.

My mother would get the best treatment, and that was everything I had been working for for half of the years of my life. We could have a better life, finally.

And while I wasn’t looking at the consequences of jumping into this agreement, I could only see the advantages. It wasn’t hard to be a wife.

My eyes scurried down further to the rules of our fake marriage.

“5 million dollars, and I want it paid in full.” I announced, my mind made up.

"Deal,” he readily replied. He kept staring at me with interest; his expression was unremarkable. Whatever was going through his head couldn’t be easily figured out. But to be honest, I didn’t want to know; I didn’t want any more surprises.

I grabbed the pen in front of him; my heart was beating like crazy in my chest, but I sucked up my fear and signed the document quickly with almost my eyes closed, and I left the divorce paper unsigned.

He let out a soft and satisfactory laugh. I dropped the document on the bed.

“When will our agreement become effective?” I nervously squeezed the duvet on my body; I wasn’t really sure of what I was doing. I just knew that I had to do it.

“From now, you will go home with me tonight.”