Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Dumped

BOOK #1 - WRIGHT-PETROV SERIES Drunk...? No. Tipsy...? Yes. Only had four glasses of wine but I already feel intoxicated. I want to get drunk... I want to get drowned... My heart is fucking painful. Or is it my pride? Whatsoever, I am pissed. It's Valentine, but I was dumped. My two-year relationship ended exactly on hearts day. We are supposed to be celebrating, but here I am, left alone in an almost empty restaurant. Contemplating my broken heart. "I am not frigid, I am not a prude..." I kept on convincing myself. "He is just an asshole, wanting to score on me" I whisper, gulping straight the remaining liquid in my glass. "Is 25 years old must be devirginized?" I ask at no one. Of course, no one would answer me...I'm alone. "Is it a requirement to put a dick in your cunt once you turn this age?" I ask the woman reflecting on my glass. She had a crazy smile on her face. "Is it?" I raise the glass and talk to her but she just smiles at me. I squinted my eyes closer to the glass, the woman did the same. She is playing with me. "You know, you should answer me. I need an answer" I persisted but she just stares back. "Do I need to have a dick at this age?" I ask her again, raising the glass close to my face. I'm afraid she will disappear without answering my question. The stubborn woman just smiles at me. I don't know what her smile meant and I'm losing my patience. "Well then, maybe I should need one. Maybe that's what your smile means. Yes?" I ask but she just, again, smiles. "Fine, here I go. Let's see who we have here..." with a hazy vision, I look around the almost empty restaurant. All were couples, no one was alone aside from the grim-looking man on the corner. He was holding a glass, staring sharply at the empty chair across from him. "Nah...erase...he looks scary" I made an x in the air with my index, eliminating the man. I look around again, only to see all the sweetness of the couples, like salt to my wound. "You got to be kidding me..." I frustratedly mutter to myself. I massage my aching temple, I'm so messed up. I had Coby for two years and I thought we were quite good. I thought he understood me for not taking our relationship to the next level. I had a ten million dollar weight on my shoulder. I have to buy back my inheritance, my parents' love nest. I'm saving for it, but working on a 9 - 5 job is quite taking long. On the sideline, I had modeled in a few local shows but still not enough. Too preoccupied gathering the ten million dollars and believing my boyfriend understood my plight, here I am now, alone and miserable on valentines day. He left earlier after dropping a bomb of him seeing someone new. What an asshole. "Well, it's a shame to put this outfit to waste. I spent several hundred dollars on this" whispering to myself, I keep on looking around but got no possible prospect. Just the same grim-looking man, alone on the corner. Barging into someone's table is not on my plan, I don't want to face an angry girlfriend or wife tonight. Squinting at the man afar, I stare at his face. He looks handsome. Maybe. I shook my head to clear my vision, just to be sure. Yes, he is handsome. "This is it. Now or never" I took a deep breath and released it in a huff. Mustering all the courage I have, I stand up. I wobbled but got myself steady on time. I don't want to create more attention than I need. "I am not frigid...not a prude" I kept on convincing myself. The two words Coby said kept on ringing in my head. "I am not just for display. I could be more than a pretty face" I mutter with a clenched jaw. "It's your loss, not mine" I scoff at the thought of my nerve of a boyfriend...no ex-boyfriend. "I will enjoy this Valentine...I will not sulk in one corner..." I continue to whisper, not realizing I reached the table I intend to go to. Startled, I stared at the cold gaze meeting mine. I literally froze at the chilling coldness reflecting in his eyes. "Ahm... " I lost the words. His eyes were distracting me. It's dangerously void yet intimidating. I stood rigidly under his criticizing gaze, unable to move, more so speak. I haven't felt this much intimidated until now. All the alcohol in my system seems to have dissipated while enduring his chilling cold gaze. "No turning back, Lexie" I heard a voice in my head, reminding me of my purpose. "Yeah, no turning back" I whisper before gathering all the courage left in me. Unconcerned by his penetrating gaze, I sat across him, meeting his eyes though my vision is quite blurry. I can't clearly see his face but I assume he is handsome. Silence ruled while I scan my head for words to say. "Do you have a date?" I ask at last. I smile, but don't know if it came out, right. I feel like losing control even of my muscles. No, I need to get hold of myself. I'm not pathetic. Yes, I was dumped but I won't be miserable. Even after several moments, I got no reply. Unable to guess what he was thinking, he continues to stare at me. The silence is slowly destroying my self-confidence but I need to try. "Okay, let's make this straight. I want a dick tonight. Will, you be available?" I boldly ask. It's now or never. Thanks to the alcohol, I had the courage I need. I won't mope in one corner for a turndown. I know my worth. If he won't take me, then I will find someone else. I modeled several brands of lingerie, even make-up, and clothes. Though, not the big names in the market, I'm always on print ads and brochures. I waited while our gazes locked. I'm starting to feel weary, if he doesn't want me then I need to move on beautifully. "Okay, it's a no...thanks" I stood and turned away, not sparing another glance at the man. My feet slightly wobble but I was able to grasp the chair. Looking around, I noticed some men in the corner, standing. I could choose from one of them. Swaying my way back to my table, I felt dizzy. "This is great, Lexie. You are making a total mess with your life" I scoff before slumping on my chair. In one go, I finish a glass of water. Trying to have focus, I shook my head. This night will not end with me being alone. "Damn...I feel desperate" I frustratedly comb my unbound hair, but I don't want to back down. Grabbing my purse, I stand up and went straight to the man standing not far from the door. "At least he is wearing a business suit" I squinted towards him. Like the first man I approached, this looks intimidating too. "Hey..." I stopped a few feet from him. "I will bring you to the room" he mutters without letting me speak. He gestures his hand for me to lead the way. I feel like raising my brows. Is he this eager to have me? "To the elevator" he added when I remained unmoving from my spot. I narrowed my eyes, gauging his looks. My vision is not cooperating, though. "You are not a serial killer, right? I just need fun tonight. I don't plan on being the headline the next morning being murdered and all" I look at him and saw his amused face. I'm tipsy but I'm still sane. I'm starting to fear the unknown. However, thinking the place we are in is prestigious with reputable and rich clients quite appease my mind. One needs to have at least a month of appointment to secure a seat. I don't think someone would be interested to hurt me if all I need is fun. They won't be getting any valuables aside from my earrings, an heirloom from my mom. I just realized, my stupid ex-boyfriend brought me to high-class dining just to dump me. I grit my teeth. By the mere thought, I want to poke his eyes. At least he honors me first with this magnificent place before kicking me out. "No. There will be no such thing as that" he briefly replied while I earnestly stare at him. My blurry vision seems to have cleared. "Okay" I shrugged before swaying my way towards the elevator. There were other men outside just like how the man I'm with was attired. They were scattered around. I think I will have a lot of choices if this man declined me too. I stepped inside and the man followed. The whole time after he pinned the floor, we both become quiet. I can't find an appropriate conversation. This man is about to pick my precious flower, will I ask his name first? No, I won't. That would be a complication. I'm stupid, yes maybe I am. After this night, I will be back to reality. Striving for the 10 million I need to raise. I will not have this chance and I will not be this brave. I might just die trying to raise the amount without experiencing this kind of boldness, so better enjoy it now. The sound of the elevator door opening brought me back to the present. After turning to him, he gestured for me to step out while he holds the door. My not-so-high heels echoed at the empty hallway as we walk. It's been a drill with Coby not to wear more than three inches heels. With my 5'7" height and Coby's 5'10, I need to preserve his ego, but the moron still thinks I'm not enough. I could not see any door but the huge one not far from us. Remained quiet, the man walk just a step behind me. I wonder what kind of person I had picked. He seems to be occupying the entire floor and I could see several men scattered. Using a key card, he opened the door. Stepping inside, my eyes immediately wander. The whole place screams elegance and grandeur. The man is fucking rich. My eyes were busy checking the whole place when I noticed him heading towards the door. "Where are you going?" I ask before he could leave. "Make yourself comfortable. The boss will be here in a moment" the man announced before closing the door. Not giving me the chance to ask. "Boss?" ***🙄🙄**

Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Her First

Yes, it's the boss. The reason she was sprawled on the bed while being sucked hard down there. Her thighs were held upright. Her legs dangled on both sides of his head while his face was buried between her legs. "Ahhhmmm" she tried to suppress her moan but the delicious tension building inside her is undeniable. Moving to a rhythm, her body seemed to slow dance to the tempo the man had set. She could vividly feel his tongue, drilling and sucking her. Holding tight the necktie tied around her both wrists, she throws her head back, arching her body. The pressure is blowing her mind. She never expected she will have this kind of night. After she was left alone by the man who led her upstairs, she had quite a surprise when the first man she approached appeared. His drilling eyes were fixed on her as he made himself comfortable on the couch. Their gazes locked, her, following his every move. Feeling like cheap merchandise, she was nailed on the floor, waiting for his verdict.   His assessing gaze trailed from her face down to her exposed legs. Silence ruled while he took time scrutinizing her. Whatever in his mind, she has no way of knowing. His face doesn't divulge anything but stillness. "You will have a dick tonight. Show me what you got" he mutters after a while of silence. The only words he uttered before she vaguely remember what happens. Everything happens in a blur and before she could realize it, she was already ravished. Tied with a necktie, her hands can't do anything as she wanted. She wanted to touch the flexing muscles of his shoulders, or even just his arms but she was not allowed to put down her bound hands. While he was free to do anything to her body, she was left to endure his delightful ministration. Sprawled naked, she was like an offering to be feasted. "Argh..." her legs trembled. The pleasure building at the pit of her stomach is tremendously numbing her whole senses. "I'm close...ahhn..." with a parched voice, she whimpered. She is on the verge of exploding. "Arghhhh..." arching her slender body, she chased the peak of her pleasure. Body moving violently, she convulsed to the euphoria she just reached. Unaware of her action, she brought her bound hands down on the man's nape. Pulling him closer to her welling wetness,  enjoying her heaven with his face pulled even closer. His warm lips wrapped around her sensitive bud sucking her while she squirts her juice is nerve-wracking. The huffing sound of her ragged breaths filled the silence of the room. Her first bliss with the unknown man. She could still feel his tongue, licking her. Biting her lips with closed eyes, she endured his torture at her sensitive bud. Her body would involuntarily jerk at his every ministration. She can't believe she will have such an experience like this. She was never interested in being intimate with Coby. Will it be the same? Did she miss something in her life when she did not allow Coby to do the act the man did to her? "You defied me..." his gruff voice made her come back to the present. Turning to him, she met his piercing sharp eyes. What did she do? "No hands" he continued grimly. By then she realized her bound hands were on his nape. Not knowing the consequence of her defiance, she just stares at his eyes but looked away after she seems burned. Carefully, she removed her hands, placing them on her stomach. She wanted to cover herself but the man's face is still in front of her wetness, between her thighs. After her boldness earlier, she suddenly feels shy under his piercing gaze. She could smell her feminine scent lingering in the air. Surely the man could vividly smell her too, making her conscious of her nakedness. "Just a basic rule but you defied it" he grumbled. Suddenly, he was above her, hovering while his hand was busy unbuckling his pants. Quickly grabbing a small packet, he tore it with his teeth. A condom. She immediately snapped from her trance seeing him put on the rubber around his humongous member, after pumping it several times. "Ahm...wait..." she panicked when she felt his tip pointed at her entrance. Her hands that were placed on her stomach tried to push him away but she was unable to nudge him, instead, he thrusts deep inside. With the sudden seething pain, her eyes grew wide. Her breath was trapped in her throat. Too late to tell him, it's her first time. "Wait...arghhh... " she suddenly growled and whimpered in pain, tears welled in her eyes. Her trembling hands grasp at his abs but were not able to hold anything. It's too toned and firm to grasp. "Arghh... " she whimpered, her body gone rigid underneath him. "What the...?" he froze. Watching her pained face, his eyes reflect disbelief before it narrows to a grim one. Staying still, he watches her face contorts to different emotions. She tried to turn to her side but he cup her chin, making her face him. Not allowing her to hide, he firmly holds her face in place. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she tightly closes her eyes, incapable to meet the man's sharp eyes. With the unbearable pain inside her, she feels like being ripped in two with the man's unusually huge size. The throbbing pain is engulfing her whole being subduing the pleasure she felt earlier. Thankfully, he stayed still. "Fuck you..." he mutters under his breath. Anger lazed his voice but she was too engrossed with her pain to mind. All she could feel is discomfort down there more than the tight hold around her jaw. He is squeezing like he wanted to choke her. "You are bold enough to ask for a dick. What's your game?" with a clenched jaw, he roughly tilted her face. She wanted to speak but words were trapped in her parched throat. Instead, she grimaced from his tight hold. "This is what you want, right? You ask for this, so don't act like a victim now. There's no way I will stop. I had put it in, there's no way I will be leaving your warmth" his gruff voice rang her ears, sending shivers to her spine. Despite the gruffness in his voice, her body reacts differently to his words. Realizing he is starting to move, she endures by tightly shutting her eyes and biting her lips. Despite her efforts, a whimper still escapes her. "Ahhnn..." He kept her face in place for him to watch. In his every shallow thrust, her face would contort into a grimace. "Look at me. Open your fucking eyes" he gruffly demanded, which she tried to obey. Still, with a pained and hazy gaze, she tried to focus on him. Seeing his stone-cold expression made her more anxious. "Look at me..." grimly, he commanded as he fastens his hips. Surprisingly, the pain she felt was slowly replaced by an unexplainable sensation. New to the feeling, she gasps as she locks her gaze on him. Her eyes reflect her wonderment while his were of earnest confidence. He was never gentle nor did he try to comfort her but his eyes were somewhat reassuring, indirectly comforting her. His thrusts become demanding but she could no longer feel the pain like earlier. After some time, a delicious sensation replaced the discomfort. "Ahhhhhn..." she moans and she grimaces not from pain but the pleasure while their gazes were still locked. As he pounds her deep and fast, he never allowed her to look away from him.  He watches all the emotions cross her face as they dance to the rhythm until they reached their heaven, together. And it was just the start. "I'm so tender, I can't anymore..." she whispers. Her voice is parched. She lost count of how many times the man took her. She is sure it's not less than six times. He is insatiable. She can no longer feel her lower part from exhaustion. "One last..." he mutter as he hovers above her. They just finish with a different position, her on her four. She cannot keep herself upright, she is too exhausted. He made her lay on her back and lifted her legs on his shoulder before he thrusts deep. "Argh..." pain and pleasure envelopes her again. Too exhausted to move, she went limp but the man continued to pound on her. "Please, this be the last..." she weakly whispers but got no reply from him. Trying to keep awake, she held onto his arms, absentmindedly rubbing him up and down. She is too tired but the pleasure the man is giving her is undeniable. She could feel it again, her heaven. "Ahh Ahhnn..." she whimpers and moans. "Look at me..." he gruffly demanded, which she obeyed. Fighting her heavy lids, she looks at his piercing eyes. "Remember this face, this is the face of the man who pleasured you...the man who took your first...the man who made you bleed for this kind of pleasure...remember my face. I'm your first man...no man had done this to you but me... Don't ever think of another man when I'm the one who pleasured you" he mutters grimly. Though unable to grasp everything he said she nodded. She is too sleepy and exhausted to ponder. The alcohol from all the wines she consumed is quite winning. With their gazes locked to each other, they came again for the nth time before darkness engulfed her. She lost consciousness while the man continued with his shallow thrusts, squeezing himself from all the juices inside his still aching balls. He still wanted more, but she was already out. Staring at her sleeping calm face, he clenched his jaw. Whatever in his mind is not a pleasant one with the way he looks at her. ***😐😐**

Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Proposal

Stirring from sleep, she instantly feels all her aching limbs. She feels battered. Her lids were too heavy, she stops trying to open them. Failing to wake up, she drifted to slumber again. The second time she stirs from sleep, she took several deep breaths as she tried to recall her last night's activity. She wanted to understand the excruciating pain in her body. Recalling some bits and pieces of what happened, she groaned and buried her face in the soft pillow. But grimaced from the pain that shoots up from between her legs. "What have you done, Lexie" she spat on herself. Remained unmoving from her spot, she tried to recall everything but only got some vague memories of last night. She was so engrossed mulling with her predicament, not realizing someone else's presence inside the room. "You slept the whole day away" a deep voice interrupted her contemplation. Slowly, she raised her face and turned towards the direction of the voice. Reaching the spot, her eyes met the same piercing eyes she stared at the whole night. Silence filled the room as they continue staring at each other. Her mind suddenly went blank, unable to find words to say to him. "If you are hungry, there is food here" he added casually. The man was already dressed in a long white shirt rolled before his elbows, black pants, and black loafers. While here she was, still naked. Only a blanket covering her nakedness. "Ahm, what time...is it?" she found her voice, though hoarse. "Already seven in the evening" he briefly replies after checking his watch. Seven in the evening? She groans frustratedly. Indeed, she slept the day away. That is how exhausted she was. She stayed still, staring at the ceiling. A lot crossing her mind. What now? "You need to go home?" her mind answered. Heaving a sigh, she slowly turn towards the bathroom, assessing it's distance from the bed. She needs a warm shower to ease her aching body, but she's still trying to figure out how she can walk towards it with the throbbing pain she has. Ever so slowly, she tried to sit up. It's been a dreadful undertaking even to just move. She still cannot feel her lower part. The unfortunate fruit of her boldness last night. Painfully, she dragged herself to the bathroom to take her much-needed shower. Ignoring the man watching her slow movement. Taking her time to relieve all the aches in her limbs, she stood under the steaming water. The cubicle is fogging but she doesn't seem to mind. She was too lost in her thoughts. Not only the pain she wanted to be relieved but all the confusing emotions burdening her already heavy chest. She was always been calculated and responsible for her actions. But last night was an exception. She was so irresponsible. "What is done is done..." she whispers to herself, staring blankly at the wall. "Let's forget it and move on..." she added, heaving a sigh. After Coby breaking up with her and what happened last night, she doesn't think she will be interested in having a relationship soon. She had enough mistakes for a day. She needs to focus on raising the ten million or she will lose her inheritance from her parents. "At least, you had experienced this kind of thing..." she scoffs, mocking herself. Setting aside all the troubling thoughts behind her mind, she continued to shower. She cannot turn back time and she doesn't want to turn it back. She had a great memory of last night. She unexpectedly enjoyed it. Stepping out of the bathroom with just a robe, she found the man still seated on the same spot earlier. Their gazes met before she turned away to find her dress, which she found draped on the chair across from him. If she was embarrassed she tried not to show it upon seeing her black lingerie atop her black dress. Knowing he tidy her things made her blush. She could feel the heat creeping her face. It's been a while after she slowly step towards the chair to get her discarded clothes. Ignoring his intense gaze she turns around towards the bathroom door. "I've seen it all, smelled and tasted your body. Why the shyness now?" his words made her stop midstep. Not knowing what to reply, she remained nailed on the floor, tightly holding her things. Yes, he was right. No part of her body remains untouched by his hands and lips. What could she be shy about anymore? He had reached the part of her body she haven't even touched. He had scorched her depth while giving her immeasurable pleasure. Dressing in front of him is no big deal. Slowly, she went towards the bed and place her things. She took her time wearing her undies before taking off her robe to wear her brassiere. Trying to act calm despite the drilling gaze fixed on her, she slipped her dress over her head. "Eat" his next word made her turn to him. Food was on the table and as a queue, her stomach rumbles. She was hungry. She hadn't had any food the whole day. Still, in silence, she took her seat across from him and quietly ate. Hungry is an understatement, she was famished. Not long, she devoured everything on her plate with him watching her in silence. "Thank you for the food," she said after a while of awkward silence. "What about my performance last night, won't you thank me too?" he seriously ask, which made her look at him, gauging his mood. She can't tell if it's a joke or he was serious. Does she have to thank him? How would she know he did great? She felt great with what he did though. "Ahm, well...thank you" she mumbles but avoided his gaze. She could feel the heat creeping her face again. It's absolutely awkward. "You're welcome" he replied, to her aghast. Her head snapped towards him in time to see his smirk. Clenching her jaw, she sharply looks at him while his eyes reflect his humor. She battles with his penetrating gaze, too stubborn to back down. How dare he, making fun of her. "Alright, let's get down to business" he announced after a while of their silent duel. Raising her brows, she stares at him, her eyes questioning. Does she need to pay him? "Do I need to pay you? How much?" she outright asked. With her words, his amused face turns grim and dark. His piercing sharp eyes narrowed as he stared directly at her. "Can you afford me?" he snickers. "Just tell me how much" she stubbornly retorted. She is getting pissed by his arrogance. "500 billion dollars" he briefly replies with raised challenging brows. But she was taken aback not by his imposing look or the amount he said, it's the revelation that shock her. "What?" she mumbles in disbelief. "My present net worth is more or less 500 billion dollars" he unconcernedly replied. Too stunned to talk, she continues gaping at him while he waited for her to come around. "That's why you look familiar..." she frustratedly whispers, facepalming herself. The man she often sees on tv and in newspapers but hasn't met in person. The only person in the country who has a five hundred billion net worth. A business tycoon. "CEO Lucien Wright..." she whispers in despair, almost indistinct. She can't believe she messed up big time. Of all the men she would approach, it's the richest man in the country. The cold and ruthless CEO of Wright Group of Companies. The man across her remained quiet while watching her mentally scolding herself. Her expression divulge everything in her mind and unexpectedly, she was so easy to read. "You got to be kidding me, Lexie" she mentally whined. "Of all people..." she continued. "You could have stopped Coby from leaving you. You could have changed his mind if you offered what he has been asking you for a long time" she groaned in frustration. "It's just sex, you could have given it to him than to a random man" she massaged her tensed nape. "It could have been Coby you had sex with if not for your pride!" she clenched her jaw. "What did I tell you!" She was too engrossed with her thoughts when she was suddenly startled by the man's hard voice. Looking up to him, her brows knotted seeing his angry face. Not knowing where his outburst coming from, she continues to stare at him, lost from the sudden change of his mood. "I forbid you to say any man's name in my presence" he warns angrily, his already sharp eyes glaring coldly at her. Not understanding what he meant, she remained dumbfounded. She continue to stare at him until she realized something, making her eyes grow wide. Has she spoken her thoughts? He heard her talking about Coby. Despite realizing what she did, she is still in confusion about how it affects the man's mood. And when did she was prohibited to say any man's name? Did she miss something? Is this what CEO Wright's rule with his one-night stand? "Pardon me, it was not meant to be heard" she mutters. She sounded confused more than being apologetic. Still, with his sharp gaze, he turn sideways and took a piece of paper. Casually, he placed it in front of her. With furrowed brows, she read the heading before raising her confused eyes to him. "I need a wife, name your price" he casually announces. ***😳😳**

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Closed Deal

"I need a wife, name your price" he casually announced. The words rang in her ears but she was unable to discern what he meant. "Pardon Mr. Wright?" she asks. Confusion fills her face. "I need someone to pose as my wife. Here's the entire agreement" he handed him another document. Reluctantly, she receives the paper and blankly stares at it. "I need to be married to make my girlfriend come back and stay for good to marry me. Here is the divorce agreement" he continues casually before handing her another document. "Once she is back, you will sign the divorce paper and peacefully leave. I will pay you, just name the amount" he added. She stared at him trying to digest everything he said. Her brain was not cooperating, leaving her empty-minded. She heard the rumor about a ballerina betrothed to CEO Lucien Wright but left the country to pursue her dream to be the top-tiered ballerina of her time. After her departure, the CEO had been seen several times following her every shows in different countries and maybe to convince her to come back. Who could blame the CEO, Ellen Johnson is an angel. Staring at the documents in her hands, her ten million burden crosses her mind. It's an easy way out. She could have the money she was dying to raise for more than five years now. All she needs is to fulfill the agreement stated on the contract. She will act as a wife and fulfill all the obligations of a wife to a husband. Including having sex with him. But no child should be involved in their union and she has to make sure to preempt such occurrence. Just plain sex, they won't have any obligation to each other. In case, they will be involved with anyone other than both of them, it must be done discreetly, unknown to the public. He doesn't want to take chances of Miss Johnson knowing the marriage is just an arrangement. He was not obliged to introduce her to his parents or bring her to any function as his wife. The marriage is solely for Ellen Johnson, a bait, so she could consider returning to the country earlier to marry Lucien. While in agreement, she will stay at his mansion where Ellen has also stayed when they were still together. A taunting strategy for the ballerina. Thinking of the benefits she could get from the arrangement, she earnestly stares at him. If she will be honest, she cannot raise the ten million dollars on her own even if she takes all the part-time jobs her agent would arrange for her. She is beautiful, yes she is but it's not enough to land her a multi-million contract in modeling. She was not that famous and she doesn't know anyone who could help her aside from her friend/agent who had helped her land modeling jobs a few times. "Ten million dollars" she announced, staring straight into his eyes. She has nothing to lose anymore, the man had already taken something precious to her. So, better enjoy it while earning. "Deal" he readily replied. He stares at her with his unremarkable expression. Whatever he was thinking, she has no interest in knowing. Grabbing the pen in front of him, she quickly signs the documents except for the divorce paper. "When can I get my money and when will I start to live in your place?" she casually asks while she finishes affixing her signature. "Tonight, you will come with me. The money will be transferred to your assigned account, immediately after you provided the information" he mutters, without averting from her gaze. "Okay," she shrugs. She won't kill herself from work from now on. Starting today, she will enjoy her life while she reclaims the precious place of her childhood. "Aside from the ten million dollars, you will have this card. You can spend it with anything you want" he pushed a card towards her. She shrugs before picking it up from the table. "It's nice to have these perks" she raves with a smile, scrutinizing the card. Tiny dimples on both sides of her mouth appear. A muscle abnormality that brought her a lot of admiration even from fellow women. Only appearing when she smiles or sometimes if she was talking, making her look more charming. The reason why she once modeled teen apparel. "Though it's specified in the agreement the provision of having other partners, I forbid you of doing so. I don't want to share my woman with anyone else" he seriously added, which made her think. "That would be fine with me" she shrugs, getting back at the card in her hand. Having another man is out of the question. She doesn't plan on having a relationship while being married to the serious CEO. Even if it's only for convenience. The ten million at stake is more important than any man as of the moment. Lucien stares at her with earnest interest. He hasn't expected she would readily agree to his proposition. Money indeed has powerful sparkle for people like her. Realizing his line of thoughts, he clenches his jaw. She was a virgin but she acts cool about losing it to a stranger more so entering an unusual marriage agreement. Is she in desperate need of money? The report only includes, her being dumped by her boyfriend, which he already knew. No matter what her reasons, he needs her. Aside from her delectable body, enticing him, she was a refreshing change to the monotony of his daily agenda. She looks like a doll with flawless white skin, rosy cheeks, light brown eyes, and tiny dimples at the sides of her pinkish lips. With her slender figure and long legs, she looks like a barbie doll came to life. Ten million is a penny in exchange for the pleasure he will be getting with her. Her body was the first to entice him after Ellen left. Knowing his net worth, he expected she will demand more but she did not. "How do you feel," he ask after the long silence. She turns to him with questioning eyes before realizing what he meant. "Still tender..." she replied honestly. "Do you need some pills?""No, I'm fine""I want you later" he announced casually to her aghast. He was acting as if it's the most natural thing in the world to say. Yes, she had signed the marriage contract but still, she expected even the slightest inhibition from him. But well, he is the cunning CEO of Wright Group of Companies, his word is like law for all his people and even to the country. "You're my wife, remember?" he added upon seeing her incredulous look. "But it doesn't mean you have to ravage me all the time" she retorted, rolling her eyeballs. "I want you later, you can take a pill if you still feel tender" he dismissingly announced, giving her no room for an argument. She rolled her eyes as protest while he glares at her. "You're insatiable. You almost got me crippled with your huge appetite" she sneers. "You were able to stand, in that case, I still haven't done that much" he counters with a smirk. His arrogance made her more annoyed. Though exasperated with his arrogance, she allowed him to ravish her. The night, just like the first night they were together, was filled with moans and grunts. "So this is the honeymoon now?" she was panting while she was being pounded. "Yes, and the rest of the nights we will be together" he raggedly replied, breathily with his deep voice. "You might have a surprise of your life, Miss Ellen might be at your doorstep in the morning" she playfully retorted, grasping at the arms holding her. With her back on the wall, they were standing under the shower while she was just hauled into his arms and being pounded. CEO Lucien Wright seems to not able to take his hands off his bait wife. Her long slender legs were wrapped around his narrow hips, promptly moving in a rhythm. With her teasing, she got no response but a tightening of his hold around her. "She might be scurrying right now to come back, knowing you had married someone else" she added with a teasing smile but was suddenly covered by his ravishing kisses. "Hmmm..." She was out of breath but he was unconcerned, sucking and eating her mouth with pure fervor. She was drowning in his kisses. "Hahh...!" she gasps for air the moment she was released. "Arghhh..." loudly, she moaned after her mount was engulfed and suckled by his warm mouth. "You talk too much..." he grumbled while he showers her two mounts with tiny bites, grazing his teeth around the hardened buds. "Arghhh..." she gasps as she lewdly moaned. "I can't imagine how Miss Ellen had endured your insatiable appetite. Can she still do her ballet after you ravished her?" it just crosses her mind and she got curious. Ellen Johnson is a petite woman. Maybe just 5'3" in height and Lucien Wright is more than 6 feet. She will be crippled if he had this kind of appetite. "I told you to shut up..." he angrily snapped. His voice becomes hard and sharp as he stopped moving. Opening her eyes, she met his cold chilling one. "I don't want you to speak of anything about Ellen. Whatever I and Ellen have is none of your business" he grimly muttered before putting her down even without finishing their act. He turns away from her and continues with his shower while she was left almost stumbling on the floor, watching his rigid back. ***😐😐**