Parisian_Moon

"I'm interested as long as we don't engage in any physical contact that would lead to sex or the act itself. As your temporary future wife, I can tolerate hugs, pecks, and holding hands. Anything more intimate than that will get you a kick in the balls just like what happened yesterday. I will raise the 'pain intensity' every time you violate my personal space without a valid reason."

He flashed me a smile that would make ladies swoon. "I consider myself warned by a bloodthirsty wench."

Good. "I'm not allowed to have a sidepiece, right?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Side-piece?"

"Boyfriend." I trailed off as a flush crept across my cheeks. Would I dare, though?

Darius's lips tightened as if he's contemplating something. He finally spoke up after what seems like an eternity, looking serious as hell. "Not while you're married to me. Perfect little wife, remember?"

"She can be the perfect little wife if she hides the side-piece well," I whispered, challenging him.

"We're not even married yet and you're already thinking of cheating?"

"I will not cheat, Darius. How about you?" Clamping my lips in amusement, I leaned forward to the table. "Can you remain celibate for years for the sake of this perfect husband image and your inheritance?"

Our knees knocked together under the table, sending electric aftershocks on my skin. Darius flinched at the contact. Did he feel it too?

"I'll be discreet."

So, it's okay for him to seek other women and I'm not allowed to seek men for my pleasure?

"Exactly. I'll be discreet." I emphasized the word 'I'.

I pushed away my plate. I just lost my appetite.

"But why do you have to look for another man when I'm already here?" He reasoned out as he stared deep into my eyes. "I can give you sex."

I choked in my drink and almost spat on his face. In my effort not to, I coughed uncontrollably.

"No sex." I tightened my fist, trying to stay calm. I didn't want to give him a lecture about gender inequality when I needed his money to survive. "Make it clear in the contract, Darius. I don't mix business with pleasure. Understand?"

"Maybe I'll just have to tempt you, then." Darius' voice was deep and husky I can't help but shiver at its promise of ecstasy in them. He moved towards me and gripped my armchair.  His grip wasn't strong but it has no intention of letting go. "Would you want me to?"

The CEO's Kidnapped Bride

I never thought he'd recover that fast.


He grabbed my arm and suddenly I'm upside down. The blood rushing to my head made me dizzy.


"Let go of me." I threw punches on his back as he walked briskly.


It probably didn't hurt that much or he just doesn't care that people are looking in our direction wondering what the commotion was all about.


He continued, carrying me like a sack of potatoes on his broad shoulders as if I weigh nothing.


"My panties are showing, you idiot." I struggled to escape, wiggling my body like an earthworm.


"You should have thought about that before wearing skin-tight, strips of lace, and fuck-me stilettos." He said sarcastically. "I was even more surprised you're wearing underwear beneath this sad excuse of a band-aid."


"Band-Aid? Band-aid?" I said incredulously. "This is a perfectly acceptable Christmas Party outfit for a single woman!"


"Diana, Diana, Diana. Thanks for the additional information, though." He chuckled in male appreciation. "Can't believe you're still hung up on me after all these years."


"Damn you." I shrieked angrily. "F*ck you."


He tightened his grip on my waist as I felt another big warm hand on the globes of my ass, smoothing my black dress.


"What do you think you're doing, you pervert?" I scowled at his back which was my only view at the moment.


"Covering you just like you said, your highness." He said drily. "Unless you want me to indulge the male audience?"


Seething, I shut my mouth. He was silent the whole time as if we got out of the hotel where the Christmas Party was held.


Without warning, he dropped my feet to the ground, deposited me inside his limo, and followed, shutting the door with a loud bang.


"Drive." He commanded to someone who was behind the wheel.


We sped away like a thief in the night.


I stare at him, willing him to say a word. I regarded his clenched fist, messy hair and crumpled shirt, to his tense posture as he looked into the window, ignoring me again as if I wasn't here with him.


The city lights and the night sky must have interested him more than the woman he rejected, kissed then kidnapped.


The dangerous tension in the air was so real I could cut them with a knife. The temperature seems to rise to a higher degree and it sent prickles of awareness at my scalp, to my neck down to my spine.


The mood he's in, I'd never seen this side of him before.


Ten years ago, he was this athletic boy with the face of an angel and a heart-stopping smile who collected a jar of hearts unwittingly with the accomplished flirt he is.


He knew what girls wanted, give it to them and when you start having expectations, he'll crush your girly dreams and infatuations. Make you blame yourself for being not good enough, for questioning your entire existence.


I will not speak first, not daring to break this awkward silence. Minutes passed by and it turned to hours as I sat here comfortably. I was tired of waiting. My eyelids grew heavy, my body relaxing.
