“Miss, you are not allowed in here, and you know it,” one fucking guard tells me at the doorway. I knew this would happen. They have been communicating with their eyes ever since they saw me leave my cage. I actually didn’t think I would come this far without them stopping me.“I know,” I respond without causing any unnecessary fuss. They are not my problems anyway, and they are just doing their job. “But I need to speak with the owners of this home,” I add.“Do they know you are coming?” One kind guy asks.I shake my head. “But you can inform them I am outside,” I respond.I am certain they will drag their rotten asses here to come and see what brought me here. They might think that I have surrendered.“Give me a sec, miss,” the kind guard responds, and he turns the doorknob and walks inside while the rest are left to keep me under watch.None of the guards bother me, and the wait does not take long either. In a flash, the guard walks back outside, keeping the door ajar as he speaks,

The old man stops a step before me, his eyes bleeding immense hurt and wrath at me. They are an inferno of a combo of rage and hurt. His blood must be burning his veins. “Or else, I will give you more than you are looking for! I will disgrace you so much and expose all your cruelties to the world.”His face darkens, and the fire in his eyes becomes more ardent. “You wouldn’t dare!” His cold, hoarse, broken words echo with a dreadful warning as our eyes hold each other.“You don't want to dare me, Mr. De’Mario?” I challenge.He half shakes his head, his eyes growing more vicious on me. He is looking at me as if he is battling to analyze me. He cannot believe that I am the one speaking; he is gauging whether I am demon-possessed and whether it is the demon’s spirit in me speaking. And I am giving him all the time that he needs to finally get it in his old brain that I am no longer the Ayana who could be intimidated. I know my rights. I am fucking aware of what I am worth. I owe them no

I stormed in the direction of the cage, my every move echoing with rage and insults. I can’t believe I am being made to do this. To carry myself to go beg a bitch who is worth nothing. This is so fucking not Adam Stone for anyone. Bitches come crawling to me without much effort. All it takes is for them to hear the name Adam Stone, or simply sniff my scent, or just catch a glimpse of my irresistible self. Hot babes with class. Refined babes.And today, this one that has absolutely nothing, this empty shandow, happens to be the one to make me do this? This is so disgusting. It is an unforgivable insult!As I get to the door of this stinking cage, I can't help but feel a riling stir of conflicting emotions—mostly, hate. I already hate this woman. Who does she think she is to reduce me to this? Her pride sucks the liquid out of my balls, making them so hard, and I hate her so much! I have always thought people with something are the ones entitled to these kinds of behaviors. I didn’t kno

ADAM’S POVFor a moment, all she does is stare at me, sending warnings my way that, in a way, are managing to get through my skin. Whatever aura she possesses is a threat to me and every man that comes face-to-face with her. But despite her dreadful aura, I keep my cool, proving to be the Adam Stone that the world knows me as—something that this mystery woman is threatening to crash with every single moment that passes.Then, she withdraws her minacious glares from me as she turns her back on me, taking her daughter with her. I watch her straight upper back, taking in the dimunitive, sexy curves hugged by her sleek, bright-red dress that leaves me wondering how deep my fingers would run. I was doing just fine until my ravenous eyes fell on her sweet round bum. My, sweet fuck! A shiver strikes me as I imagine my palms molding those fine, round butts. How they would feel against my palms as I pump into her. Ooh, I am certain it would be heavenly, especially looking through her mesmerizi

Even my cock had to appreciate such news.Oh, my! I would love to see the look of Ayana falling into this. Her face when she sees me and realizes that she is tied to me evokes a divilish smile on my face. Ayana Salma! I know you don’t deserve this, but it is not my fault that fate created a solid ground for us to meet. And it is not my fault that you had to challenge me! If my looks can’t wow you, then at least this will.“And why are you smiling?”This bicth again? What is her name again? And what business does she have with me, huh? I came up with a fucking perfect plan that guaranteed the success of their shameless deal, yet it did not sit well with her. Her parents righted my plan, because I am enthralled, but still, she has a problem with me smiling. What is her problem?Jeez! Why am I even bothered? She looks totally gross! I ignore her and turn to my parents. “I guess I pulled this off? I am not all that useless, after all,” I say, and my mother bows her head. She shouldn't, th