Chapter 17

Zayden

I stepped on the gas; the faster I got home, the better. I had turned the mirror away from her or I might end up running into a tree.

    Her white dress was lying on the passenger seat beside me, which only meant she was in nothing but her underwear. The thought of her half-naked made heat rise to my ears.

      From the first day, I laid my eyes on her when she bumped into me, her red hair and freckles caught my attention. 

         

       I won't lie to myself, I'd been attracted to her since then, but I masked it every day with my usual cold and indifferent personality.

    I don't do love, but I sure as hell want her in my bed. Her little snores filled the silence as I drove down the highway. 

        It took twenty minutes to finally arrive at my house and then I was faced with another problem - Getting her out of the car.

She was half naked, assuming I was a gentleman, I should show her some respect and not sneak glances at her body. But I'm the complete opposite, every nerve in me screaming to take her right here.

I sighed, honking several times to wake her up without having to turn my head.

She groaned.“stop!! ....it's too loud.”

I picked up her dress and tossed it back.“Put your clothes on right now or I'll do it for you.”

“Yeah, do it for me !”The icy whisper inches from my ears made the hair on my neck stand.

Her hand trailed down my shoulders. My pupils dilated as I grabbed her hand, stopping her from exploring further.

“Put on your clothes and be out in the next one minute.”I exploded, immediately getting out of the car as fast as I could.

I didn't like that her touch affected me. Even her scent still lingered in my car. She smelt like cherry and I don't even like cherries.

I waited impatiently for her to get out. Thankfully, she was fully dressed, except the zipper was still down.

She wobbled on her feet, finding it difficult to walk. How much did she drink?

I did not want to touch her; I was holding on to my last restraint as it was.

“Why won't the ground stop moving?”She whimpered finally collapsing on her knees. 

I sighed. I had no choice but to pick her up. I carried her princess-style straight into the guest room. It was at this time I needed my butler and house help, but I disliked company, so they were only allowed to come around twice a week.

  I planned to dump her on the bed and leave her immediately but she wouldn't let go of my tux after I placed her on the bed.

She raised her chin, licking the skin on my face inches away from my mouth “Sleep with me.”

I swallowed, blood rushing to my groin. If only she knew how much I wanted to bury myself deep inside her.“ carefully what you wish for, cherry.”

I pulled her hands forcefully away from my tux, finally freeing myself. Just when I thought she had given up, she wrapped her legs around my waist in a tight grip. 

I groaned in frustration. This woman was exhilarating.“Stop this madness, Lillian!”

She grinned up at me.“You left my yellow piggies behind the least you can do is spend the night with me.”

I was about to speak when she tugged my hair so hard, pulling me closer till our lips collided. 

  My body turned rigid; her cherry scent filled my lungs in full blast, knocking all sense out of me. 

I think she just reset my brain.

  I wanted to pull away, but instead, I did the opposite. I tilted her chin to deepen the kiss as my hand found her waist. I savoured her taste like a hungry beast, even her mouth tasted like cherry.

My blood thrummed.

Her lips were so soft and warm that I couldn't resist another taste.

God! Why was her scent so intoxicating? It wasn't this prominent before, since when did I become this attracted?

She moaned, running her hands over my neck.

It was electrifying, I haven't been this aroused my whole life. At this rate, I might take advantage of her. She was vulnerable; I have her at my mercy. 

  The devil in me was eager to corrupt her. To dirty her in all ways possible.

  My father's words rang in my head the next second, Aiden's voice next. Of all time it had to be now.

'I should have sent you to therapy. ' 

'no one's going to love a deranged psychopath .'

I pulled away immediately, trying to catch my breath as I stared at her pretty blue eyes. 

“Don't..don't stop.” She whimpered.

I bit down on my lips. I was finding it hard to control myself. 

    Maybe my dad should have sent me to therapy or, better still, the asylum; after all, he thought I was deranged, they both did.

And I agree with them.

 This was one of my many tendencies. How do you describe the raging urge to fuck your half-conscious secretary and keep it a secret? 

“You should rest, it's been a long day.” I managed to say, removing her legs from around my waist.

She pouted; thankfully, she didn't resist and just went under the white covers, closing her eyes immediately. 

  I sighed heavily as I walked over to my room. If there's ever a next time, I'm giving in to my desires without a second thought.