Arya's POV.
For a split second, I couldn't quite decipher what my eyes were staring at, as a muscular man climbed down the stairs clad casually in a joggers pant, black haired, amazing blue/green eyes and perfectly structured jawline. He had the looks of a complete Greek God. I quickly sprung up to my feet immediately he walked into the living room, the second lady did same as well. "You are here for the job huh?" He asked, his eyes fixed on me. I shivered slightly as the sound of his voice washed over me, not only was he handsome but his voice sounded so suiting as well, laced with dominance and so much power. "Yes sir," the lady beside me quickly blurted out. I had my head hung low the entire time, I couldn't look him directly in the face, I felt intimidated by the dreamy creature standing few feet away from me. How will I be able to work for him if I feel this way about him. "You," he suddenly pointed at the lady beside me. Oh no, he's going to hire her, I can't believe I lost without even trying. "Leave immediately, you don't meet the criteria," his next words hit me hard across the ear, I couldn't believe it. He hasn't even asked her any questions. Well if she doesn't meet the criteria then will I? I mean he just sent her away by merely looking at her, what becomes my faith? "What's your name?" He turned to face me yet again. "Arya," I replied. He was silent for a while making me wonder what he could possibly have in mind to say to me. Do I also not meet the criteria? Slowly, I raised my head to look at him only to find him staring intently at me. Our eyes collided and a sudden wave of fear washed over me, I noticed how dark his eyes reflected, they looked dangerous all rounded, but then I couldn't deny the fact that it made him even more hot, dangerously, but yet dreamy. I couldn't help but notice the sly smirk tugged up at the corner of his lips as he seized me up with his eyes. Okay? What am I missing? "You are hired," I suddenly heard him say and my eyes flew wide open in shock. I was hired? Just like that? Does that mean I met the criteria? I have a job now? After what feels like forever of searching for a job as a chef? I finally have my dream job. Isn't life full of surprises huh? "Thank you... Thank you so much, I promise you won't regret this, when do I resume work? Immediately?" I squealed happily. "I can fix you breakfast right away," I rambled. I really can not believe I have a job as a chef now. "How well can you resist an orgasm?" He suddenly blurted out and I furrowed my brows in confusion. He didn't just say that right? I mean there is no way someone would say that to anyone. "Excuse me?" I managed to mutter. "I just asked how well you can resist an orgasm? You do know what an orgasm is right?" He repeated. Now I'm lost, what is going on? "Uhm... I'm sorry, I'm quite confused, what has my work got to do with that?" I summoned up courage to ask. "We're only together for a week, I'm visiting my family and I need you to come with me and be my woman, after that you get paid and I'll never see you again," he replied. I felt my lips slowly part in shock, what have I gotten myself into? Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job. Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this? "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face. I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth. How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort? Have he no shame whatsoever? I don't think I can do this, he needed someone who could match his energy and I am clearly not that person. "I... Uhm... I'm sorry, but I can't take the job, I can't do it, you should look for someone else," I said turning around and headed towards the door. Kyle had better not scold me for losing this one because it's not on me. The whole concept is so not my type of thing. "A million dollars," his next words suddenly got me glued to my spot. A million what? For a week? I found myself turning back to him with arched brows, I probably didn't hear him correctly. "What was that?" I whispered like a naive little girl. "A million dollars is the pay," he repeated. The corny man now had a victorious smirk visible all over his face. I should say no to his face and run out of his house right now but somehow a stronger force beyond me held me strongly to my spot, I couldn't move an inch. A million dollar is a huge amount of money, it can literally hold me up for a very very long time, I don't have to go hungry anymore. How can someone be ready to throw such amount of money away just to prove a lie? And more ridiculously, it is for a week. "Uhm... Can I at least think about it? Maybe sleep over it? I can give you a response tomorrow," I found myself saying. Ugh! You don't plan on taking this job, are you Arya? It's funny how I'm even thinking twice about this, usually, I would have rejected his offer in a split second and already headed out of the house, but here I am, still standing and moping at him like a three years old. "No babydoll, we are leaving tomorrow, if you are deciding, you decide now," he replied. Wait, what did he just call me? Babydoll? I breathed out heavily speculating what my next step would be. The money involved is a game changer, I can't afford to loose it. On the other hand, I was also scared of this dangerously handsome man right in front of me, he looks and sounds so much like a pervert, how could I fake being his woman for a week? "So what is it gonna be, babydoll?" His voice snapped me out of my trance, the smug smirk never left his face. I suckled in a deep breath, embracing myself for the poisonous decision I was about to make. I felt his hot gaze all over me as my lips trembled, struggling hard to let the words out. "I... Uhm... I'm in... Yes.. I will do it," I blurted out, turning around and quickly raced out of the house. I couldn't stand the taunting look on his face, I needed to be far away from him right now. I could hear him chuckling behind as I ran out. "Your body only is what I need, everything else will be provided for you!" He shouted after me.Lucas's POVI couldn't help the satisfied smile that broke out on my face as I recounted my encounter with the Arya girl.I couldn't have found myself a perfect fit, I knew she was the one the very moment I saw her.It was the more reason I had bid that amount, I knew she was going to find it difficult rejecting it.Her innocence stirred up the darkest part of me.How she cringed at my choice of words.How uncomfortable she was standing next to me.She couldn't look me in the eyes and when she did, I was lost for a moment staring at those innocent pair of eyes.Her incredibly pretty face, every tiny feature of her face stood out in style.Those heart shaped lips, plump and pinky clamoring out to me.And then the petite yet thick body of hers, her tiny curves.Damn! So many things I want to do to her.But annoyingly, this is a contract and I can't breach it unless it's consensual. I could get her to consent to it nevertheless, I could make her want me badly, make her plead for me to t
Arya's POVIt felt like an attainment seeing myself fly a private jet.I never thought that could be possible my whole life.We landed shortly afterwards.Wow, I found myself in yet another island.How rich could this family be? Lucas held my hand and we headed into one of the buildings."You might find them a bit out of place but don't let anyone get to you alright? you will only survive this easily if you appear difficult," he whispered to me as we proceeded inside.By "them" Is he by any chance referring to his family? Why did he sound like they are dangerous or something? Why is he just letting me know now? What have I gotten myself into? I suddenly noticed his hand on mine tightened as he squeezed it gently."It's okay, I will never let anything happen to you babydoll, you don't have to be scared," he whispered.I guess he noticed how tensed his statement made me.And why does he keep referring to me as "babydoll?" I'm quite certain that I was clear when I had told him my n
Arya's POV.Martin quickly pulled away from me and faced him with a smile on his face.Everything about this man is creepy as hell, I mean he has a smile on his face when he has just been caught trying to force himself on his brother's woman."Relax bro," I was only having a discussion with my future sister in law," he shrugged. "Oh yeah? Having a discussion with her caged in between your hands? That must really be some important discussion," Lucas snapped, the anger in his voice was undeniably evident.Okay, I don't like where this is going.I quickly walked over to Lucas and grabbed his hands, at this point, I wasn't concerned about how I felt as our hands came in contact, I just needed to get him out of here immediately before the situation escalated."Lucas, please let's go," I muttered staring at him with pleading eyes."Man, take your bitch and leave already," Martin suddenly blurted out.Wait, what?Did he just call me that?"What did you just call her?" Lucas gritted marching
Arya's POV. Lucas continued to pace to and fro the room, his breath so ragged, I could hear them from the edge of the bed where I sat. He's been on that since we returned to the room. "Get a good sleep, babydoll, we have a long trip ahead of us tomorrow," he casually spared me a glance before returning to his pacing. I truly wanted to get a good sleep, I was tired already from today's trip, and such drama that went down few minutes ago. I tried not to look at him further and just go to sleep like he had demanded. I really, really tried. But how could I ignore him when he was pacing furiously around the room, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap? The tension in his shoulders, the way his fists were balled at his sides, and the quiet rage radiating from him... it was impossible to ignore. Lucas was a storm, and I was trapped in his eye. "Sit down," I finally spoke, my voice more uncertain than I wanted it to be. Oh goodness, what am I doing? He stopped pacing and
Arya’s POVI stretched lazily, savoring the feel of the soft sheets beneath me. The warmth of sleep still clung to my body as I let out a small sigh, sinking deeper into the pillows. The bed felt emptier than before.Wait.I blinked groggily, my fingers searching the other side of the bed. Nothing. Lucas wasn’t there.Good.I didn’t know why I felt relieved. Maybe it was because being around him made me too aware of myself. He had this way of looking at me, speaking to me, twisting my words until they meant something entirely different.I pushed the thoughts aside and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The large room was quiet, the morning light seeping in through the half drawn curtains.A shower. That’s what I needed to prepare myself for the long trip ahead of me today.Yawning, I swung my legs over the bed, standing up and stretching once again. The extra robe I had thrown on last night slipped slightly off my shoulder, exposing more of my skin to the cool air. I shivered, ru
Arya's POV.I had just finished brushing my hair when I heard the door click open. I turned, expecting a maid or maybe even the driver, but instead, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I saw him.Lucas strolled into the room with a tray of food in his hands, his movements effortlessly smooth, his gaze unreadable as usual. Even in the simplest actions, he carried himself with an undeniable air of dominance, like a man who always got what he wanted.“I brought breakfast,” he said casually, setting the tray on the small table beside the bed.I blinked in surprise. Lucas? Bringing food to me?He didn’t strike me as the type of man to do something like this for a woman.. at least, not without some kind of ulterior motive. And yet, here he was, looking as though this was the most natural thing in the world.“I… you didn’t have to,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze as I adjusted the sleeve of my dress.“I did,” he countered, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I don’t want Ma
Arya's POV.The hum of the jet engines had been nothing but background noise to the tumor simmering in my mind. I stared blankly out the window, watching the dark clouds swirl outside as the aircraft sliced through the sky. The whole trip had been a whirlwind.. Lucas’s dangerous family, his cockiness, Martin’s obsession, and that ridiculous fight that had me holding my breath the entire time. But now, something far more pressing weighed on me.The contract. My payment.The realization settled in like a heavy stone in my stomach.Lucas had hired me for a week, but we didn’t even stay a complete 24 hours at his family’s estate. Would he use that as an excuse not to pay me? Would he claim that since the trip was cut short, my contract was null and void?My heart hammered in my chest at the thought. I needed that money. Desperately.I stole a glance at Lucas, who was seated across from me, his fingers lazily drumming against the armrest. His sharp blue-green eyes were fixed on the file i
Arya's POV.A loud knock sounded through the room, dragging me out of the deep sleep I had been lost in. I groaned, turning to my side, burying my face into the pillow as I tried to ignore it. But the knocking continued... Whoever was behind the knocking had no intentions of stopping. But, I myself had no intentions of standing up from the bed either. I needed to sleep some more. I was having such good time of my life. "Miss Arya," a soft voice called from the other side. "Sir Lucas wants you to join him for breakfast."Lucas.The sound of his name sent a sudden rush of awareness through my body, and I instantly sat up, blinking against the deep wave of sleep that was still washing over me.Breakfast?I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized just how late it was. I had been so exhausted from yesterday’s trip back that I must have slept through the entire morning. The fatigue still clung to my muscles."Tell him I'll be there in a moment!" I called back, rubbing the sleep from
Chloe's POV. The moment I stepped out of the elevator and into the wide, glass paneled lobby of Hayes’s firm, I felt like I was trespassing on a dangerous ground.I continued to feverishly put one feet after another, my footsteps thumping in sync with the unease curling in my stomach. I hadn't seen Hayes in days. Not since... the party. Not since the bathroom. Not since he found out. My heart clenched at the thought.The receptionist looked up with a warm smile that faltered the second she recognized me.“Um... Miss Chloe. I’m not sure if Mr. Hayes is available”“Please.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quickly. “Just let him know I’m here. I won’t stay long. I promise.”She hesitated, clearly torn between professional courtesy and the pitiful look on my face. Eventually, she picked up the phone and dialed.A moment passed. Then two.Finally, she looked up at me with an apologetic glance. “He said… he’s busy.”“I’ll wait,” I said stubbornly and sat on the plush leather couc
Hayes's POV.I slowly opened my eyes trying to take in the environment but it posed a big threat, my eyelids were heavy and my head too.I squeezed my eyes back shut and relaxed, I didn't care about my environment anymore, it felt safe and conducive, not even the problems I was dealing with popped up in my head, I felt at peace.I suddenly felt a presence beside me, I assumed it was Chloe, she stirred and laid her head on my chest, snuggling deeper into me, and in turn, I wrapped my arms around her, in the process, I inhaled the scent of her hair and it sent an unexplainable calmness down my spine.It suddenly occurred to me that this is in no way Chloe's scent. And Chloe and I aren't even in a good place right now for her to be sleeping beside me. My nose suddenly caught her scent again, this time, my eyes popped open in shock.And to more shock, it was an unknown lady lying on my chest, looking closely, I suddenly realized that it was the lady from the club last night.What is she
Hayes's POV.I dragged my feet frustratedly into the club and went straight to the bar section."A shot please," I said to the waiter.This will make it the second time that I will be in a buzzing underground club ready to soak myself with some really hot liquor, all for the sake of heartbreak.When am I ever going to learn huh?First it was Elisha, and now Chloe. What exactly have I done to deserve this? Have I not been loving enough? Is there something that I am not doing right? It hurts because I truly loved Chloe more than I have ever loved another woman. She really held a place in my heart. Why did she have to hurt me like this when all I have ever done was to love her unconditionally. It hurts more because despite how hard I was trying to shut her out, somehow, I just couldn't and it was infuriating the hell out of me.I should hate her, I should shut her out and cast her away from my life for hurting me so bad, but somehow, all I could think of was her wellbeing, I couldn't s
Chloe's POV. I didn’t want Hardin to drive me home.I couldn’t look at him, not right now. Not after everything that had just unraveled like a cruel twist of fate in front of Hayes... his eyes, his trembling voice, his heartbreak. all because of me. I had caused it. I had made this mess.So I stood stubbornly by the curb, trembling, refusing Hardin’s extended hand and barely meeting his eyes when he called my name with that low, frustrated murmur.“Chloe, let me at least make sure you get home safe.”I shook my head furiously. “No. Just… just go, Hardin.”He exhaled, jaw clenched, torn between anger and concern. His eyes lingered on me for a beat too long. searching, but I couldn’t let him find anything. Not now.The taxi pulled up, and I got in without another word, slamming the door shut behind me like I was sealing off every horrible choice I’d made tonight.The ride was quiet, filled only with the noises from the street as we drove by. I sat with my head leaning against the cool
Chloe's POV. My lipstick was smudged, my breath still uneven as I leaned over the sink, trying to steady myself. The mirror was an unkind witness. My cheeks flushed, mascara slightly smudged at the corners, lips red and swollen. I looked like every dirty thought I ever denied having.Behind me, Hardin buttoned his shirt slowly, each motion dragging across my nerves. His eyes lingered on me through the mirror. That damned smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth again, smug and amused.“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and still laced with satisfaction. He came up behind me, placing both hands on my hips, pressing a kiss just under my ear.I nodded too quickly, still caught in the haze. “Yeah. I… I just need a second.”A second to pretend none of it happened.A second to forget that I had just betrayed someone who loved me enough to make me his girlfriend, Someone who... God help me... was standing outside this building somewhere, waiting for me with that soft smile of his and the ho
Chloe's POV.Nodding, I did my best to scoot around him, and him around me. It was already a tight fit in the restroom, and being in heels and having a pair of panties stretched around my legs didn't help. But soon we had managed to switch. Hardin sat down over the neatly covered toilet sink, while I stood in front of him facing the door. Bending over, I shimmied out of my red panties so I could spread my legs wider before bending back towards him.I felt his fingers quickly probe my sopping wetness, rubbing frantically.Then his fingers left me, and the empty feeling returned. But almost immediately I felt a hand at my hip guiding me down slowly, slowly, until I felt the wet tip of his cock pressing against my pussy.Reaching my arms out I pressed against the walls of the bathroom, as I lowered myself onto his cock. Pleasure welled up inside me as my body slowly gave in to the invading hardness. Biting my upper lip, I looked up at the ceiling before closing my eyes, slowly lowering m
Chloe's POV.Just as I felt him beginning to get hard again in my mouth, he quickly pulled out, helping me to my feet and turned me around, he pushed me forward so I had to grip the lid of the toilet tank to keep my balance. Without a word, I spread my legs, black heels firmly on the ground. Reaching down, Hardin lifted my dress all the way to my waist, to display a set of frilly red panties. They weren't thongs, but they left most of my round ass on display.Leaning down, he kissed my firm globes as he lowered my panties to my knees, stretching them between my legs. Kissing his way inward, he reached my bare pussy lips, pulling on them with his own lips. I couldn't hold back my moan, loud enough to be heard from outside and in response Hardin squeezed my ass, reminding me to be quiet.Turning his head slightly, he ran his tongue up and down my slit, tasting my growing arousal as it began to coat the tip of his tongue. My knees buckled, making me bounce slightly as he ran his tongue
Chloe's POV. It was only a split second before his zip was flying open and his cock, out to my hungry eyes.It's thickness glorious, with a bulbous head that's now completely exposed, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a glistening purple black helmet. "Can't take your eyes off it, huh?" His voice snapped me out of my chain of admiration, and I chuckled nervously. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, not painfully, but firmly enough to make it clear who's in control. From this position, his cock looks even more bigger... a veiny, pulsing tower of flesh pointing directly at my face. The scent was overwhelming, the pisshole at the tip dilates slightly as another bead of precum forms, this one thicker.His cock twitched right in front of my face, and another glob of precum oozed out, hanging in a sticky strand from the tip."Someone might walk in, Hardin." I mumbled in a really low tone, my hands resting limply on my thighs. "Well, you have to admit that makes i
Chloe's POV.I should have known better than to think I could survive the night without slipping.Hayes had been glued to my side since the moment we arrived, his hand permanently stamped to the small of my back like a branded claim. His touch made my skin crawl, not from nerves, but discomfort. I tried to mask it with smiles, polite nods, meaningless chatter with the crowd. I even entertained a few harmless flirtations from other men, if only for a little breathing room.But Hardin… God, Hardin had different plans.Since after the little moment Hardin and I shared dancing, Every time I caught a glimpse of him across the room, he wasn’t just watching me... he was devouring me with those stormy eyes. His gaze made my skin burn hotter than the champagne slipping down my throat.I lost track of how many times I swallowed the lump in my throat, pretending not to notice him.Pretending I wasn’t thinking about the dance we shared earlier.Pretending my body wasn’t already aching.At some po