Chapter 4 Name your price woman

CHRISTINE...

'Mr Lombardi wants to meet you.'

That one sentence was enough to push me into a wave of confusion, as I stared at him in utter disbelief.

"S...sorry? What did you just say?"

"Mr Lombardi wants to meet you, Miss Williams." He replied again with the same tone.

I roamed my eyes at the men before me. All look the same. Anyone would confuse them with high-tech AI for sure and I am highly doubting their human side right now.

I swear to my life, this is the craziest thing happening in my life even though I have faced insanity before. This one surpassed all of it!

Just last night I had a dream about a strange man and then I get to know his name is Maximo Lombardi and now some Mr Lombardi wants to meet me. What the hell is happening in my life!?

Whatever it is, definitely not something good. I need to run for life.

Licking my dried lips. I could not see his or anyone's eyes because of their dark glasses, but pretty sure, their eyes were following me.

Still, I took the chance and smile at the man who just talked to me. It felt very awkward and I am sure he also sensed it. I was planning to take a step back and run in the opposite direction when he took a step forward threateningly.

"Miss Williams, we are hoping for your full cooperation. Or else we have to force you."

His words stopped me from doing so... No not his words but his action, when he slightly moved the hem of his dark suit, revealing the shiny little dangerous thing in his waist.

I stared at him. This time didn't even bother to hide my fear. Well, a little curious to see behind the dark glass and more curious to run away.

However, that's not something I could do. Not now. Guess, I don't have any other choice but to follow him.

When he realised, I dropped the idea of whatever I was planning, he moved a little from his place and stopped in front of the middle car, which was a little different than the other two.

I didn't realise at first but the middle one is a Rolls Royce and the other two are Maybachs.

He silently opened the door of the Rolls Royce and turned to me, "Why don't you get inside, Miss Williams?" His robot like voice held a threatening power. Exactly like a cold mafia man I would think for my novel.

In other thought, what part of my life is different from any drama?

"Miss Williams?" His voice fell over again and I made my way to the car. Don't know where my life would lead me from here.

But, who knew the second part of the drama was already awaiting me in the car!

The moment I was inside, I was greeted by a pair of burning golden eyes, staring at me. My heart stopped for a few seconds as my stomach twisted heavily.

I have never seen something beautiful like this. The same features of the dream just right before me with more power and a deadly aura.

The man himself is an art of God.

I don't know how to describe him. Should I call him beautiful? Or dangerous? Or maybe, he is the beauty of darkness. The part of the dark which lured people in only devour it whole.

The dream is still fresh and alive in my mind which is lit up by his physical appearance. I don't know why? But this man is a stranger but somewhat familiar, making me confused about my whole existence in reality.

He is colder with his blank expression. Even though he is calm, there was a flick of fire in those golden eyes. Like a hungry jaguar, watching his hunt with a predatory gaze.

"Not satisfied yet?" His luscious deep and heart-hammering voice rolled from his lips.

It was cold like his appearance but way too attractive to ignore. And me? Well, I could only gulp, staring at him seamlessly. I am scared but devastatingly attracted to his darkness.

A very strange feeling and I don't know how to process it.

"I... Umm-uh..." I tried to speak but couldn't utter anything. My throat is drier as I licked my dry lips, trying to get some moisture which definitely didn't work.

He turned his gaze away from me before speaking his next words. "Why don't you hand the baby and get lost?"

"Huh!?" Just like my dream, the sort of hypnotise he was doing to me jerked away from me, leaving me too stunned to even realise the foolish look on his face.

D...did he just mention the baby? Again? What the fuck!? Wait... Am I still in a dream? Or...

I couldn't help but wonder if I am in the dream again. Because this is the same thing repeating in my life!

Just had an insane dream of him last night that also started with a baby and now he stopped me, in reality asking for a baby once again?

What the fuck is this baby!? And when I didn't give him the baby, he was furious and... The tormenting scene of him forcing himself on me floated in front of my eyes.

NO! NO-NO-NO! I...

"I don't have all fucking day for this." His sudden snap brought me out of my thoughts as I met his golden fiery gaze once again, only to back away.

He is scary... A lot in that matter. He is a monster. A beautiful one but he is!

His brow arched a little. Maybe, because of my movement. His lips twitched a little in the coldest sneer I could ever face in life.

"Just name your price, woman and hand me the baby. How much money do you want, huh?"

Money? Wait... He is thinking I want money in exchange for the baby?

This is humiliating! From where I will give him the baby? Produce one for him now or what? What does he think of me? A baby-making machine?

I watched him again. Still staring at me and the more I see him, the more he seemed dangerous to me. I am in a very tough position, can't even run out of the place.

Wait... Should I try to explain that he is making a mistake?

I licked wet my dry lips. "Umm... Sir, I am sure you are making a mistake. I don't have any baby. Never had one, let alone yours. Moreover, I don't even know you, why would I want your money?"

"Please, sir... Try to undersshhh..." My words caught up to my throat the moment his big firm fingers gripped my throat.

I couldn't produce what just happened but when I realised, it was too late, as his upper body was pressing to mine, fingers on my throat and my head tilted back in an awkward position.

My eyes widened at his movement as I stared into those golden orbs, now possibly dark in threatening danger. His hot breath was fanning mine.

I gasped again when his fingers squeezed painfully around my throat, turning my nightmare of mine into a cruel reality.

He pulled my face up, touching his lips with mine and then whispered in his dark-fisted tone.

"You are a shameless slut, aren't you? Hmm." He nuzzled on my cheek before whispering again. "Planning to force me into a marriage with the baby, don't you, little slut?"