Chapter 02: Simply Irresistible.

Bree.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered, low and dangerous.

I froze, staring at him, wondering if my brain was playing tricks or if he had actually said that.

“But you… uh… you said I can’t…” I stammered, my words trembling.

His fingers pressed lightly on my lips. “Shhh… you want me, don’t you?” His voice was cunning, teasing, filled with that arrogance that made my knees weak.

I blinked rapidly, trying to control the heat spreading through me. His hands didn’t stop...caressing my breast, rubbing my nipples slowly, making every nerve scream with anticipation.

I’d never cared to cover up. My chest didn’t hide anything, standing proud and unapologetic. I had never been ashamed of it, never needed petticoats, never cared what anyone thought.

“Fuck it!” I moaned, dragging him closer, letting the tension swallow me.

And then...the doorknob twisted.

I jerked back, fumbling my shirt over myself, heart hammering.

“Hey, Amor.” Her voice cut through the thick haze of lust, calm, commanding.

I froze.

She stepped in like she owned the room with a short, sharp dress, sparkling ornaments, tanned skin glowing like the sun, all perfectly aligned.

She looked healthy, powerful, and untouchable...someone who didn’t belong in a cruel world like ours.

I could tell she's the Billionaire’s wife.

He’d told me he was married, but hearing her now, seeing her presence, the heat between us instantly became a powder keg. Only a woman who held his heart could enter like that.

“Hello.” She waved lightly toward me.

I forced a smile. “Good day, ma’am.”

My gaze flicked to him...the man who had me trembling, the one whose lips and hands I craved. The air between us was thick and charged.

He cleared his throat. “Bonita, meet… uh… what’s your name?”

My cheeks warmed. Did I let a man who barely knew my name touch me like that? Was I that… disposable?

“I’m Bree...um...Bree Washington,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze, and holding my ground.

She smiled politely. “Bree! Nice to meet you. I’d love to introduce myself properly, but, you know, strict rules here and we are all wearing masks..you know what that means... "

I rolled my eyes, forcing casualness. “No problem. I’m fully on board with your rules. It’s safe for me.”

She nodded, turning to her husband, wrapping her arms around him. The sight made my stomach twist.

I could see the discomfort flicker across his features...but my thoughts were elsewhere. I wasn’t going to let this moment slip.

“Give us a minute,” he commanded, waving me off.

I stared, irritation and amusement warring inside me. He looked away, pretending his attention was elsewhere. I let out a soft chuckle. Men… always so predictable.

"No..no..She can stand at the edge of the office..You don't have to chase her." His wife appealed.

We stood in silence, the tension humming between us like a live wire. The masks hiding their faces didn’t hide what I felt, what he made me feel. Every glance, every subtle shift, spoke louder than words.

Time crawled and finally, the wife excused herself, leaving a vacuum that neither of us broke immediately.

“You like playing with fire, don’t you? What were you trying to do staring at me in such way while she was here?!” I asked, voice low.

He smirked, leaning casually against the table, arms crossed. “And you enjoy it just as much.”

I stepped closer, my voice firmer. “Do you really love her?”

His eyes darkened, almost amused. “Yes. I love my Wife.”

I laughed, sharp, incredulous. “Then why would you… flirt, touch, tease… a woman at her back?!”

He raised an eyebrow, smug. “This audacity because I fumbled your breast? I like that.”

“Don’t play with me,” I snapped. “You claim to love her and yet…” My hands gestured to the air, frustrated. “Do you realize what you’re doing? What this says about you? About respect? That lady is beautiful and kind! No lady should be treated like a fool!”

He leaned closer, voice teasing but edged with truth. “I respect you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even let you end those shattered statements while standing here.”

I stomped a foot, glaring. “This isn’t a game! You’re married! Yet here you are, touching me like I’m… I don’t know… some toy for your amusement!”

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Are you mentally alright? We did absolutely nothing! Are you even here for the contract? or are you one of these ladies that would do anything to create a web for your victim?!"

I spun on my heel, ready to storm out. “Maybe I should have listened to my instinct! Have fun searching for a surrogate, Mr. Billionaire!” I shouted, anger and frustration bleeding together.

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly said, “Then maybe you should leave.”

I raised a brow. "Huh?"

He leaned closer, and whispered. "I said Get Out!"

I hissed, grabbed my bags, and hurriedly walk to the door...I winced while twisting the knob slowly and realized my hurting hands wouldn't let me.

He moved forward instinctively, a hiss escaping him as his hands wrapped around mine. The heat from his touch was suffocating, impossibly electrifying.

“Fuck it!” I breathed, giving in to the pull, the tension, the lust.

He didn’t resist. His lips met mine, slow, searing. “We shouldn’t…” he murmured against my mouth.

“Make love to me now,” I whispered back, urgency laced with desire, my hand entwined with his.

The world narrowed. Nothing existed but the heat of our bodies, the kiss that left me gasping, trembling.

He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately...his presence powerful, commanding yet strangely tender beneath it all.

His hands roamed my shirt, tracing curves, gripping my breast gently but firmly. My knees threatened to buckle, and I clutched his shoulders for balance.

We broke briefly for air.

“You’re reckless,” he said, voice low, rough.

“Maybe,” I replied, breathless, daring him. “But at least I’m honest.”

His laugh rumbled through me, vibrating against my chest. “Honesty… and courage. Dangerous combination.”

I smirked, letting my fingers brush his jaw. “I didn’t come here to be polite. I came here to survive....and maybe teach you a lesson too.”

He tilted his head, amused. “Oh? And what lesson is that?”

I leaned closer, eyes locked on his, feeling the pull of the room, the heat, the lust. “That just because you say you love someone, doesn’t mean you can play with fire in front of them. And yes… I might just burn you.”

He laughed again, low and dark. “Then burn me.”

I bit my lip, raising an eyebrow, heart pounding. “Maybe I will.”

He stepped closer, hands brushing against mine, closing the gap. The tension was unbearable.

“You shouldn’t…” he whispered, hesitation creeping in for the first time.

“Shut up,” I said, firm. “and allow me burn you now.”

And that was it. No more words, no more hesitation. Every protest, every restraint vanished.

The air between us was fire, our bodies magnets, and for a moment, nothing else mattered but the pull, the kiss, the desire that had been simmering since the moment we’d met.