Chapter Three

"Raymond".

His name still instilled fear in me. He was the one who sent me to the high correctional facility after I had almost escaped with the Neon Diamond he kept in his safe. I remember how hard he had sent me flying off this very corridor with his legs, the rain draining every ounce of strength I had left.

He stood up from the sofa, approaching me without his clothes on. The sight of his broad chest staring directly at me made my breath seize. I had thought about having my revenge on him after this mission was over, but it turns out it wouldn't be possible.

"It's nice to see you back here. Usually you'd claim you're busy with work and run off with your manager from the airport.

So that's what that was all about. That bitch really rubbing thighs with her so-called manager. Pretty disgusting.

"Just decided to be with you tonight," I responded, trying to avoid the sight of his attractive chest.

As I lowered my gaze from his chest, my eyes met with his trousers, the way the middle curved out a bit in it's strong perplexity.

He reached for my waist, bringing me closer to him. "That's it, baby.".

"How about I settle down first?" It's been quite a hectic journey after all," my hands releasing his grasp on my waist.

"Yeah, that's fine by me," he let out a grin. Leaving me standing by the door.

"So… How was work?" I asked.

"You never ask me about work; what's with the sudden change?" his eyebrows raised.

"That's strange; I don't remember that.".

What kind of lady doesn't ask about her man's work? Well, the poor can never understand the rich.

"Come sit down next to me," he patted the space on the sofa next to him.

With a single mind, I walked towards him, hoping he wasn't the type to recognize his lady with her walking style.

"You look stunning tonight. How come I haven't seen you this way?" he tilted his head, confirming his theory about me.

"It's because of you, I wanted to surprise..." I couldn't feel my legs any more; I had slipped and was falling at a fast rate.

Damn these heels.

Shock waves ran through my body as I felt his breath on my neck. "You should be more careful next time, darling."

I raised my head, meeting his handsome face. His perfect jawline teasing me along with his pink lips.

Don't look at him like that; he's the one who sent you to prison. Wait, this is all just acting; it's alright.

"Your lips, they're bleeding," I pointed out, staring at the red liquid that curled alone with his lips, making them attractive.

"You have a strong head," he let out.

"You can let me go now.".

"You asked for it." He let me slip from his hands, leaving me to land on the floor.

What type of man lets his woman fall after catching her? This man is still as ruthless as ever.

"Don't you know how to be a gentleman?" I yelled.

"You asked for it, and I delivered." He grabbed a bottle of champagne from the table next to him, bolting it open with his hands.

"You should have done it more gently than letting me fall.".

"I'm no gentleman; you should have known that by now.

I must have been blinded by those attractive lips of his to have not recalled how brutally he had smashed his fist onto my back three years ago.

"You should be one," my hands reaching for the sofa as I staggered back up.

"Wait," he grabbed me by the waist, bringing me towards him. My ass is positioned in the worst of places I've ever imagined.

"I don't think I have any other thing doing here tonight. I might as well leave you to be the lad you are."

His hand was rolling my hair backwards as he sniffed me down to the neck. "This scent, I remember it."

"What do you mean?" I tried moving, but his grip on me was strong.

"This scent, I remember it from somewhere."

"You know I bought some sets of perfumes from Morocco; this is one of them. Would you like to see them?"

"I have no interest in them. I just want to be with you for the night, his voice thick and domineering. I could feel my resilience falling apart as his hands moved all the way down my arm.

"I'm quite tired; can we do this another day?" my mind trying to flee from the lingering sensation I was feeling.

"I'll be busy through out the week. I wouldn't have time for you by then; this might be our only chance to make love," his hands moving along my waistline. My whole body on edge as his muscles came in contact with my bare skin.

"Then I might as well take my chances and be alone for a while. If you don't have time for me, then you can as well make time for me. I need to rest tonight.”

"I know you want me; just whisper into my ears and say you want me," he whispered underneath his breath as his nose made contact with mine. Teasing me till I was nearly on my knees.

"I want to have a nice bath and not think about you for a whole night." I whispered, jerking his hands away from me.

"I see you're still the same person. I thought Morocco changed your arrogant personality, his arms folded as he watched me grab the champagne.

"Arrogant? So now I'm arrogant?" I replied just the way Annabel explained it to me.

"Must you do this every single time?"

"Maybe if you'd have time for me, then I'd think about letting myself off.". I strutted towards the door, hoping to leave the mansion.

How does Annabel cope with such a man? This is the height of harassment—your hands on my waistline. How I wish I could send him my fist right now.

Upon reaching the door, his hand met with mine. Changing my direction to meet his gaze. Our lips much closer than before and his hands lying pretty on my waist.

IS THIS THE MOMENT?