CHAPTER 3

Thalia woke up to the first rays of sunshine filtered through the windows of the Valentino’s suite with the possessive weight of Julian’s arm draped around her waist. He was still very much asleep, his breathing deep and steady for the first time since she’d arrived. He looked innocent in his sleep.

She carefully slid out of his arms, her body aching in places that reminded her exactly how she had spent her night with the drugged deranged man. She made her way to the bathroom and found his robe on the handing, shrugged into it, and went back to the room.

Sitting on the bed, she grabbed her phone from her purse… ready to call Gigi but No service. “Damn it.” She then stood and walked to the door. She pulled the handle. “Still as good as dead.” She hissed frustratingly.

Then a voice came from behind. “The bio-security jammer is working perfectly, and It won’t open until the city clears the Code Red Protocol.” Julian said. She turned around to see Julian sitting up and wrapping his naked self with the bed sheet. The dark predatory haze in his eyes had cleared up, now fully back to his original blue eyes.

Letting out a sigh, “So I’m gonna be trapped in a golden cage with a supposed client for how long? Damn it!”

Julian’s blue eyes stayed glued to her and that made her feel naked than she had been an hour ago. He stared at her for long, before his eyes went to the robe she was wearing.

"Mr. Valentino," she called, reclaiming her cool, Bad Girl mask. "Glad to see you’ve returned to you being you. Because the drug seems to have finally let go of your throat."

Julian rubbed his face, "Yeah…” he said. Staring deep into her eyes. “All thanks to you.”

“You remember everything? Aren’t you feeling bad about it?… I mean you’re known to be the holy billionaire.” Thalia said with a smirk.

“Sadly, I remember everything. I mean every fucking thing from the moment you stepped into this room Tee.”

"Good. Then hope you remember that my thirty-minute alarm went off eight hours ago." She asked and walked over to the mini-bar at the side of the room. casually fixing herself a shot of espresso. She turned back to him, leaning against the counter with a smirk. "The first thirty minutes cost you ten thousand…and you’ve spent 8 hours with me, and for the next forty hours? My rate just went up. Significantly."

Julian let out a chuckle, his gaze traveling over her. "You’re trapped in here with a billionaire, and your first thought is the cash?"

"In this city, Julian, the only thing that’s more dangerous than a murderer on the loose is a woman who works for free." She took a sip of the coffee. "So, do we sign a new contract for the next 48 hours or not? Or do we sit in silence and wait till they let us out?”

Julian stood up, no longer caring about his nakedness, walking toward her with his usual powerful stride that commanded boardrooms, he stopped inches away from her,

"I don't think silence is better option for us right now" he rasped, his hand reaching out to slowly tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "And I have a feeling that ten thousand dollars is barely going to cover the damage we're about to do to ourselves in the next hours.”

Julian didn’t pull away with his eyes tracking the way her pulse jumped in the hollow of her throat.

Closing in the little gap left between them,"The money is not a problem.” He said, his voice dropping low. "I'll have Damian wire another fifty thousand to your account the moment the jammers are down. You can consider it a retainer for your... exclusive time."

Thalia arched a brow, “Fifty thousand? That’s too cheap. Make it a 100 thousand.”

Julian smiled. “Fine. I’ll have Damian do that.”

“Hundred thousand,” she repeated, swirling the last of the espresso in her cup. “For a saint, you sure know how to negotiate like a sinner, Mr Valentino. Deal then.” She said while she tried to hide the flicker of shock behind her smiling face.

"Call me Julian. We're well past formalities, don't you think?" He reached past her, his chest brushing her arm as he grabbed the remote from the counter.

He clicked the massive 85-inch screen on the wall to life. The news was still playing on with the "BREAKING NEWS" banner flashing like a warning sign.

"Update on last night’s assassination; One of the victim has been identified as Marcus Thorne, CEO of the Thorne Tech.”

Thalia looked from the TV to Julian. His face hadn't moved a muscle, but his grip on the remote was so tight and his knuckles were turning white.

"Marcus Thorne," Thalia whispered. “Do you know him?”

"The man who helped my fiancée ruin me five years ago," Julian said. "And now that he's dead i don’t know what to say… don’t know if I should be happy.”

“Oh… that’s quite sad.” Thalia said.

“Yeah…” he pulled closer to her. “It’s sad but the police are on the case already. while I’d be occupied with you."

"But… don’t you think this might me traced down to you? What happens when the police find out you were drugged, they’ll think it was a cover," Thalia said, "And what if they find me here when they come later.”

Julian turned to her a smile crossed his face like a man who finally understood the game being played.

"The world doesn't need to know anything, Tee. Not yet." He stepped closer, his hand sliding down to the tie of the robe she was wearing, his fingers tugging at the silk. "The doors are sealed. The jammers are on. As far as the police, the press, and the murderer are concerned... we don't exist for the next forty hours.” He said. Before he reached out to the tv remote and clicked off. The screen immediately went blank, trading the chaos of the world for the heat of the woman in front of him.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a fresh jolt of electricity through her. "Which means I have plenty of time to get my money's worth… right?”

Thalia’s breath hitched. She pushed against his chest, but it was a weak effort.

"Are you still high on the drug, Julian?," she asked. though her voice lacked conviction.

"The drug is gone," he rasped, lifting her chin so she had to look into those clear, his piercing blue eyes. "This? This is just me."

He said and slowly picked her up, her coffee cup clattering onto the counter as he walked her back toward the bed. “I wanna have a 48 hours of sin with you. So let it began.”

As their back hit the bed, Julian’s weight was a solid over her, but Thalia wasn't ready to be pinned down. So she placed her palms against his chest… instantly feeling the frantic thud of his heart and pushed him away.

"Slow down, Saint," she purred, her eyes flashing with a playful, dangerous light. "You’re paying for the premium package now. That means we get to do this my way while you enjoy.”

Julian paused, his muscles tensed, his breath hitching as she maneuvered herself until she was straddling on his lap. She sat back on her heels, the silk robe sliding completely off her shoulders in the early morning light, and that made her looked like a masterpiece of defiance.

Her fingers traced down the line of his jaw slowly before sliding lower, circling and playing with his nipples until he let out a jagged breath. "You were a beast last night, Mr. Valentino. But let’s see if you can handle the heat now that you’re sober.”

Then she gripped his huge cock and slowly guide him to her entrance. She didn't let it sink down all at once. She teased him, hovering at the tip, rubbing it off in her already dripping pussy, watching his blue eyes darken until they were almost black.

"Tee..." he groaned, his hands fisting the sheets to keep from grabbing her hips and forcing the pace.

"Patience," she whispered.

Then, she sank it down fully. She took all of him with her eyes locked on his as she watched his composure crumble. When she was fully seated, she let out a long, shaky exhale. He was huge, stretching her in a way that made her head feel light, but she didn't stop.

She arched her back,her breast heaving, and she began to move… she wasn’t fast like the night before. She moved with a slow rhythm that was designed to drive him nuts. Every grid and ebery depth snapped Julian’s control.

“Ahhh…. Fuck.” He gasped.

Then he reached up, his large hands clamping onto her waist, his thumbs digging into her skin and started to thrust upward, meeting her grind with a powerful force.

"Ahhh!" Thalia’s head rolled back, her hair spilling over her shoulders.

"You think... you're in charge?" Julian rasped, his voice a guttural growl of pure want. He flipped her suddenly, pinning her beneath him without breaking the connection. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like a man drowning. "In this room, there is no CEO. And no Saint. It’s just us."

Taking one of her boobs into his mouth, he began to hammer into her hard, his pace were relentless and deep. Thalia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even more closer, meeting the intensity of his strokes.

The room blurred when he suddenly pulled out his cock and replaced it with two of his fingers … moving with a rough force into her dripping sweet hole…

“Ahhhh” Thalia cried out, water gushed out from her pussy… the news on the TV, the murder case, the $100,000… all vanished, and now replaced by the sound of his fingers roughly driving into her with a desperate hunger and their matching moans.

He slowly pulled out his fingers, he watched her deep breathing and the rising and falling of her boobs, then smiled.

His eyes went down to her swollen pink pussy that was turning red. He stared at the creamy hole and clit. And slowly, he took his mouth there.

“Ahhh… holy fuck.” Thalia cried out, rolling her eyes backward and her fingers drove into his dark thick hair.

“This is fuc… fuckinggggg good.”