Demanding an apology

9 Demanding an apolgoy

Zara’s stomach lurched and flipped when as she stood outside the door to the main bedroom—Andrew Sebastian’s bedroom. She would never have thought that she’d have the privilege of entering the elephant tower, not to mention standing right outside the door to the master’s bedroom! She was freaking out, shaking visibly.

Her palms had become sweaty, though she resisted the urge to wipe them on the dress she wore. The lights bounced off the red beads that were woven into the dress, making them sparkle like starlight. She took a deep breath. She could do it. It would be as simple as eating a cake—she hoped.

“Remember,” Aaron said, “don’t be overly touchy—Andrew hates being touched too much. It’s just his personal flaw. You should avoid being too dominant, he’s kind of like a rock there. Oh, don’t give him a chance to growl at you. Just swoop in and rip off his clothes.”

“You sure that wouldn’t get me killed?” Zara asked, her heart thumping wildly. She was sure that if any more tension arose, she’d have a cardiac arrest. God, she’d thought she was prepared for the night!

Aaron chuckled. “Just be a bit flirtatious and try showing off those breasts a bit more. It might help.”

Zara fought against the instinct to cover her chest. Aaron was seriously her there and it was uncomfortable. Where was Gracie when she needed her?

Finally, Zara sighed and nodded. “Get flirty and put that bastard to bed, got it.”

Aaron gave her a raised eyebrow and she shrugged. “It helps my motivation.”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll leave now. Whatever happens, don’t leave him alone tonight!”

Zara nodded but found it really strange that Aaron was plotting so much. Did Andrew even have a clue that his brother and step-mother were planning to get him to impregnate a girl? Would he beat her up? Those were questions she didn’t dare answer for herself. It terrified her.

After a few pats on the shoulder, Aaron left her alone in the hallway. She stood, hand raised to knock on the door but she hesitated. Why knock before entering? She was going in to seduce the idiot man ad she felt there was no need to be polite. Seduction was all about being like a whirlwind—just like Andrew. But, she had to be a special kind of whirlwind. A tsunami!

With a deep breath, she shoved the door open and burst inside. The tails of her dress flapped behind her, almost getting caught in the door as it bounced back. The door shut with a thud and Zara stepped in.

The lights were on and she could see a figure sitting on the bed with his back against the headrest. He had a laptop on his legs and had been furiously typing on it—well, until the door had slammed and he jerked, stunned.

Zara paused when she noticed the startled look Andrew gave her. He was confused and that was obvious from the look on his face. His fingers hovered over his keyboard but he wasn’t typing again. His eyes were on her, fixed.

Zara’s stomach sank again. The man was handsome—much more than Aaron and his stoic face was gorgeous. He wore a night shirt with the collar left up. His hair was neat, combed back and styled. His body wasn’t as muscular as Aaron’s but he wasn’t flabby either.

And that frown on his face and the glare in his eyes as he looked at her made her twist in fear. Was that the man she was supposed to seduce? That unsmiling and glaring man sitting on the bed? How was she going to do that?

She waited, shifting from one foot to the other, for Andrew to yell at her or ask why she was in his room, specially dressed like that. However, nothing came but the permanent glare which he gave her. She could feel the anger radiating off his body.

Zara took a deep breath. She only had two years to get pregnant for that man or she’d have the contract voided, and she didn’t want that.

She put on an uneasy smile and sauntered over to the bed, her dress flaring behind her, the slits showing off her thighs. She supressed every sense of shame at what she was about to do. There was no time for thoughts. Only actions.

“So,” she began, drawing near to Andrew. “Andrew, I’ve heard a lot about you. I thought I could pay you a visit tonight.”

Andrew grunted, glaring at her. He wasn’t speaking but his eyes told it all. Why wasn’t he speaking? Zara wondered. Surely, if he felt he was far above others in public, he should at least speak when a strange woman broke into his room, looking all flirtatious. Or, was she not as pretty?

She gulped and tried again. However, this time, she grabbed the laptop from his legs and tossed it to the floor. The thing hit but didn’t crack—thankfully. Andrew growled, shooting daggers at her. She didn’t flinch. She tapped his cheek twice and smiled.

“I like you, you know?” she said then turned and went to the other end of the bedroom. It was large, as expected. There was a cabinet for wine and that was her goal. She took a bottle of red wine—to match her outfit—and poured a glass for herself.

She drank with slow sips and sauntered back to him. Andrew still sat there, frustrated but angered. His chest was heaving in annoyance and she was sure that if he had a gun, she’d be bleeding by now.

Regardless, it was a job and Zara knew exactly how to get on the man’s nerves. Aaron had advised to not let him rest. She finished her wine and set the glass down on the floor too, her eyes sparkling.

She stood before him, smiling. He wasn’t hitting her and she felt that was a good sign. It would be easier than she thought!

“I’m curious as to what makes you tick, Andrew,” she said and slipped the strap of the dress off one shoulder, revealing her breasts just a tad bit. She chuckled and put her leg on the man’s thigh, tracing along till she got to the crotch, where she lingered, pressing hard. “How does that feel, Mr Sebastian?”

Andrew grunted in annoyance and grabbed her foot then twisted it. Zara yelped in pain and Andrew shoved her and she crashed on the floor, her hand hitting the glass she’d dropped so it smashed and cracked against the wall.

Andrew stood over her body, towering like a predator over its prey. He pulled her head up by her hair and gave her one glare then tossed her back down. Zara winced when her head hit the hard floor. Her vision blurred and she flipped over to her stomach, crawling away from him.

When she turned, Andrew was back on the bed, the laptop on his legs again. He wasn’t typing but he wasn’t looking at her either. She snorted, enraged. How dare he hit her? Didn’t he know that men who hit women were not men at all?

“Ouch!” she cursed, struggling to her feet. She had one hand pressed against her head where she’d hit. “That was no way to treat a lady and I demand an apology!”

Andrew glanced at her, frowning. His look of anger was replaced with that of…shock. He’d probably never had someone demand an apology from him before. Zara hissed when he didn’t say anything and walked up to him again.

“If you want to play a game,” she said, snatching his laptop again, “two can play it!”

She tossed the laptop and this time, it cracked, shattering into chunks of components. Andrew roared in anger and shot to his fee, towering over her, hands balled into fists. Zara stepped back, shaken with fear. This man was going to kill her, wasn’t he?

She raised a hand. “Is there a way you can fuck me as punishment for what I just did? I won’t resist, I promise!”

But, that was even worse!