I lay back on the mattress and spread my knees. Chills run down my spine and I know that he is watching me but still I keep my eyes shut.

Just pretend he is not there and it will be easier.

I roll my eyes at my subconscious. How can I pretend he is not there when I'm doing this because of him. For him.

I just take in a deep breath and open my eyes. Instantly my eyes meet his. He raises his glass of whiskey and takes a sip clearly ready for the show.

I raise my hand slowly, my forefinger lightly brushing against my skin, and reach the band of the black lace underwear. Without any delay, my hand is inside cupping my sex.

My middle finger dips between my slick folds and a small gasp leaves my mouth with my eyes still in contact with his, daring him to look anywhere else.

I start moving my finger in circles and slowly lift it higher. I whispered moan leaves my lips and my eyes close automatically when I find my clitoris.

My back arch as I move my finger in circles and loud moans leave my mouth. I can feel a pleasure pit formed in my stomach. I increase my pace, my finger moving vigorously against my clit.

Oh god.

I feel my legs weaken and my bite my bottom lip to muffle the scream that is threatening to erupt. I moan and gasp as my legs shake and I come. All the pent up frustration earlier from the morning leaves my body and I relax.

I open my eyes when I come out of my state of euphoria and look at Mr. Salvis who is still looking at my face with the glass of whiskey beside him on the table, left untouched.

"Beautiful," he whispers so softly that I wouldn't have heard if I wasn't paying attention. He sits on the bed beside me and lightly stroke my cheek tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Next question, Daphne. "

I'm breathing rapidly while I try to think of the questions which have left my mind in the moment of haze.

With a deep sigh, I ask the question which I remember when I replayed what happened after the dinner with Suzzane. " Earlier you told to Suzzane if she was sure that your dad is on a business trip. Why do you doubt your dad?"

I see his jaw hardened clearly not liking where this is going so I continued before he could say anything. "See I know I shouldn't ask you personal questions but don't you think it's important that I know this if I'm going to stay for six months as your fiancee. "

His dark eyes stare at me before he says, " We weren't always this wealthy but we were happy except dad. He wanted more and worked very hard. Skipping dinner and spending time in the study going to presentations again and again became a routine for him. And that did pay off. The company got one major hit and attracted investors from all over the country as a result he became busier. Soon business trips became regular and we started spending less time together. "

He scoffed and looked away. His eyes looking everywhere but me as if ashamed to tell what's coming next.

"When I joined the company I came to know that we have no business ventures going in some of the countries he had been regularly visiting. When I dug into it, found out he has an affair going on with a thirty-year-old lady. They even have a five-year-old daughter together. When I told this to mom she didn't believe me or maybe she did but she is too scared to leave his cheating ass."

He looks at me and I'm shocked seeing the emotions they hold. Fear. Hatred. Sadness.Loneliness. Betrayal.

My heart breaks and I just want to go and hug him. Tell him that it will be fine but I can't.

"You know what hurts me more? The fact that she still waits for him to return from his 'business trip' so that we can spend our 'family time'. My dad is a selfish man Daphne and he will destroy everyone that stays with him. "

That was the last straw. I couldn't see him hurting anymore. I want him to forget about it. Not to think about it when we are together so I do that one thing which I'll definitely regret later.

But it will be worth it while it lasts.

I cup his face with my other hand which hasn't done the dirty and kiss him.

Kiss him hoping it will make him lose his sense just like his single touch does to me and heals the wound I scratched open.

But little did I know that this kiss is just the beginning. The night is still young.