<'Revenge' sounds so mean, that's why I prefer to call it 'Returning The Favour'>

|Kian|

FUCK MY life.

The lady had a sharp tongue coupled with her sexy lips, a very provoking combo. To dare laugh and talk back at me was an element of horror to most people and yet, this bitch with skin the irritating shade of dark melted chocolate had done that exact action.

Damn it, I drew in a long breath, frustrated. With the way she'd been taunting me ceaselessly, mocking me, she had to be taught a painful lesson. Her generous ass needed to be spanked, whipped hard, the thought of doing that earning me a twitch in my pants.

I groaned, as I imagined the feel of her tight ass in my palms. Kneading her ample flesh. Squeezing her ass cheeks as I rammed myself into her. . .

Stop it Kian!

I relaxed further into the swiveling chair and willed my libido to cool the fuck down. Where was my rigid self-control? Saint Kian, patron of stuffed shirts and prudes, where was he? The self-discipline that had prevented me from having sex for six good months was cracking, slipping away into thin air with every minute my eyes feasted on Jade's stunning body.

No Kian, I shook my head to clear those lewd thoughts away. You're not going down that lane, no Kian no but I was already veering down the lane of blazing lust, racy images of Jadesola threatening to consume my entire being.

The arousing crescent of her perky breast, thrusting nipples hinting at the fullness within. Were they dark brown, a shade darker than her skin? Or were they lighter, contrasting sharply against the creamy mounds of her breasts?

Fuck, a surge of blood rushed to my groin, tenting my trousers, a combining mix of pleasure and aching pain flooding my veins, my pulse throbbing fiercely. I gritted my teeth, tightening my palms into fists as I rode the storm raging in me, blood streaming in my ears, eyes shut tightly.

Putting it aptly, I was a horny bastard.

Furious as hell, I viewed my predicament with contempt, detesting myself at that moment. I was too weak, losing my damn head for a simple chit. Hell, she was just another family of the female specie, adorned with the same apparatus that all females possessed. She was nothing special, just a mere woman. A fucking black woman at that.

Ice cooled in my veins, chilling my ardor as a bitter memory of what those same blacks had done to shatter my family, haunting me. My breathing became less ragged, my heartbeat calmer, the blood flowing through me, now a mere trickle. There was no way I was throwing caution to the wind, losing focus and forgoing my goal, all because she was gifted with great tits, a nice body and a pretty face. She was still part of the race I sorely detested.

I pried my eyes open.

What was even taking her so damn long?

Impatient as hell, I tapped my fingers against the silk fabric of my trousers, casting a glimpse at the closed door. She'd informed me that she wanted to ease herself before we continued our heated conversation. And yet, she took her precious time.

Unfastening another of my shirt buttons, the wintry air cooling my warm skin, I hoped that she was not returning the same favour I'd granted her when she'd arrived earlier, kept waiting. An intentional act of mine.

Ten annoying minutes later, the answer to what had been hindering Jadesola's early arrival came in the form of a person.

"Chloe Morrison, Jadesola's lawyer." A slim, beautiful woman of average height put out her hand, steel in her eyes. Another woman, the source of my vexation, stood erect beside her, a smirk playing by the corner of her attractive lips.

What the fuck was going on here?

Cocking a brow, curiosity boiling in me, I stood and shook her outstretched hand. "Kian Fields. To what do I owe this honour?"

Chloe inclined her head towards Jadesola, her starched blouse as prim as ever. "My client here, Miss Jadesola Anyalewechi, has informed me of the contract you want her to sign and as her lawyer, I have to be present to be sure that the contract and agreement between you two is legal."

Jadesola nodded firmly, humor shining in her feline eyes, no doubt gloating at the trump card she'd played.

Shit.

"I see." I waved a hand to the chairs before me. "Please have a seat."

They sat, the two women as dissimilar as chalk and cheese. While Jadesola was dark, her beauty so vivacious and bold, Chloe was mellow, her beauty a comely attractiveness but I suspected there was a shrewd brain and a sharp wit spinning behind that serene smile.

"How much are you willing to loan to Jadesola?" I sized her up through new eyes. The lady was cutting straight to the chase and since I myself was in the same category as those who went for the jugular, I admired her for taking the bulls by the horns.

"As much money as is needed to restore the casino to its former glory."

Chloe placed her handbag on the desk, followed by her mocha coloured palms. "Ten million dollars is required for the restoration of Jadesola's casino. I presume you have that amount of money?"

Jadesola pursed her lips, choosing to look at her nails at that moment, as if she was so damn bored of our conversation. Bitch.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be among one of the top billionaires in the country if I didn't. Granting a loan of ten million dollars means nothing to me. But," I paused.

Jadesola pulled her gaze away from her nails. So she was interested now, huh?

"If I am to grant that loan to Jadesola, I will need some level of collateral to reassure me that all that amount of money isn't going down the drain for nothing."

"Which is?"

I curled my lips, fashioning them into a lethal grin that screamed bloody murder. "Her apartment and cars will be my collateral. They would be mine to use as I deem fit, although I have to keep in mind how homeless poor Miss Jadesola will be if I cast her out of her home, so I'll leave her apartment for now. But as for her cars, they would be seized. In other words, she can't drive them around."

Jadesola gasped in outrage, brows entwining to form a deep vee. Her partner, Chloe, arched a curious look at me, her composed facial features transforming into one of discontent. "That's not possible, Mr. Fields. It's illegal. Even banks don't seize people's collateral before and during their loan period."

I shrugged. "Take it or leave it. Your choice."

Chloe sighed. Jade simmered. I relaxed, my blood thrilled at the way things were turning out, enjoying the goddamn show.

At first, I had wanted to tease her with the thought of granting her a loan but when I recalled how much of an ass Alice was, I had made an abrupt decision to fire her, placing Jadesola in her steed as my PA. A proud bitch, Jade needed some taming, a birching to her arrogant hide. As my personal assistant, I would reduce her pride, her self-confidence, grinding them to nothing until she was a shadow of her former self. A skeleton. Now, that would bring me immense satisfaction. But with the awry direction things were going, I wondered whether I'd bitten more than I could chew.

Chloe blurted out, after a magnitude of golden silence prevailed, "Now that's settled, we need to put it into writing and---"

"I also have my own set of rules," Jadesola cut in, voice coated with venom, her sexy accent thickened, raising the hair on my body to an end. I raked a nasty look at her as if to say, what now?

"Mr. Kian Fields is to adhere to my no looking policy. I have seen the way he has been examining my chest for quite some time now and if I am to work for him, such inappropriate appraisal should be prohibited. As a worker, I would feel disgusted and insecure to know that I am the object of my employer's perverted thoughts."

Chloe shifted her face to the wall, trying to hide her amusement as I clenched my jaw, my stance rigid.

Her blood red lips moved again. "The second rule is, Mr. Kian Fields is to never act on his perverted thoughts, seeing as he's been staring at me nonstop. Yes, Kian I fucking know what you're thinking."

A tight scowl marred my face, my disposition one of malice. Had I been that fucking obvious? I balled both of my hands beneath the desk, infuriated.

She smirked as though she knew she'd hit a sore spot. "It's clearly written in your eyes. You want to fuck me hard. Drill me with your hard cock, biting and sucking my nipples as you pound into me, ravishing me throughly with your lips and---"

Chloe cleared her throat, halting Jadesola's churlish speech. "Straight to the point Jade."

She arched her slender neck, the vein beneath her ear pulsating. A neck I so badly wanted to wring at the moment. "He should not think of touching my body, not even a single hair on my head."

Chloe burst into laughter, unable to hold back the mirth welling out of her. If there was a way people could be incinerated just by glaring at them, Jade and Chloe, Jade most especially, would have been blasted into charred cinders, a sooty pile of ash.

"Mr. Kian Fields, do you agree to Miss Jadesola Anyalewechi's rules?" Chloe asked, done laughing although her shoulders quaked slightly.

Fuck no. If I desired to touch Jadesola, I could and would. No one on earth, not even the body's possessor, could stop me. Nevertheless I bit out, "Yes, I do."

"Miss Jadesola Anyalewechi, do you agree to Mr. Kian Fields' rules?"

A chilling pause then, "Yes I do."

"Very good." Chloe tugged a notebook out of her black handbag. "Since it has been settled, I want you two to repeat your rules so that I can write them down."

I repeated my rules, Jadesola doing the same. Chloe noted down what we each said, sometimes tsking, other times, shaking her curly hair, no doubt disturbed by the childish rules I'd made up.

"What happens if these rules are not fulfilled Mr. Fields?" Chloe inquired, tilting her head to the right as she scrutinized me, sharp gaze piercing into my skull.

I ignored that penetrating scrutiny. Eying Jade who eyed me back, a resentful glimmer present in her half-lidded eyes, I uttered in a callous tone, "I'll still fulfill my end of the bargain but there's no telling what consequences will befall Miss Jadesola."

"And you Jadesola?" Chloe turned to Jade, pen poised to paper.

"I prefer not to say." Her voice was cold, devoid of warmth, her eyes portraying what she could not say out loud. Those shining orbs glinted with wicked light, promising untold chaos and destruction.

So did mine.

In no distant time, Chloe whipped up a solid contract, adding a whole lot of legal technicalities.

"And that's a wrap." Chloe took her time as she scanned through the notes, ensuring there were no mistakes. Handing me one, she kept the other for herself and her client. I raked a glance at mine, satisfied, I returned to her.

She stood, spreading her palms on her black suede skirt. "Thank you Mr. Fields. It was nice doing business with you. You both will get to sign the contract in the next two days, after it has been thoroughly supervised." She held out her hand, a ring glimmering on her fourth finger.

I stood too, but my eyes weren't on her. They were on the stubborn woman next to her, nose perched high in the air as if I was garbage, a common stain, the bright silver stud glinting in the harsh light of the fluorescent bulb's flare. "You're welcome, Mrs. Morrison. It was nice doing business with you too and don't forget Miss Jadesola starts work tomorrow."

Jade huffed, clutching her bag. She hung her coat off the edge of her svelte, bare shoulder.

"And what about you, Miss Jade-so-la, aren't you going to thank me too?" I purposely pronounced her name wrong.

Her stormy eyes flashed. "Go to hell."

"We'll be going now." Chloe smiled sheepishly, steering Jade away.

Don't stare, don't stare but I'd already zeroed in on the swaying motion of Jade's body as she sashayed to the door. It was hypnotic, pulling me under.

Damn it, I blinked, my senses recovered. I hoped that she adhered to rule number ten. Or not.

"Wait," I commanded when they were halfway to opening the door. They stilled, motionless.

"Why don't you give us a second, Mrs. Morrison? I want to have a little chat with your client." I grinned as I ambled towards them, directing all of my charm and grace to Chloe.

Flustered as a result of my unrelenting gaze, she looked askance at Jade, as if she was afraid to leave Jade alone with me. As though she thought I would pounce on Jade the moment she turned her back. And she was quite right in expressing her concern because l sure was keen on sinking my teeth into Jade's neck.

Jadesola nodded, a subtle indication that she could take her exit.

Chloe opened the door, and with one last look at us, she shut the door quietly.

I focused on Jade, noting how incensed she appeared, her eyes were lit with fury, a violent storm clashing of thunder and lightning, waiting to be unleashed on someone who was most likely me.

"Stop glaring. It ruins that sexy image you so badly wanted me to notice." My tone was soft, silky as I approached close, all my senses attuned to the boiling savage that was Jadesola.

I advanced an inch, another inch, until her behind hit the door. I bit back a ravenous smile.

Trapped. She was caged, hemmed in by the arms I'd placed to each side of the door. Her chest lifted, rising and falling fast with each shaky breath she took in, the inviting valley between her breast, creamy as fuck.

Fiery electricity charged the air, scorching me whole, passion and tainted desire swirling in the proximity I'd enforced between Jade and I, the sweet, juicy scent of apple filling my nostrils. As mouth watering as its owner.

"I'm sure you must have heard this a thousand times, but you're a bastard," Jade sneered, her tone and eyes feral.

"I know and I've been called worse so try again." My gaze was still honed onto her breasts, thoughts of a thousand erotic poses flashing in my mind. Fuck, I bit back a groan, harder than stone.

"Fucking keeping your lecherous eyes on my face! You're already breaking my number one rule!" Her voice was loud and shrill, my entire being focused on her tempting lips.

Those kissable lips were coated in dark red. An enchanting shade that prompted me to forget why I hated blacks, to thrust my tongue into her wet heat as I kissed her wildly, locking my lips to hers.

"And I just broke rule number two," I hummed and swiped a braid out of her lovely face. I just couldn't help but satisfy that mounting urge that screamed to feel her. Caress her skin and worship that gorgeous body.

A pleasurable zing passed through me when my knuckles met her forehead, heading straight to my groin. My cock twitched, sweat beading on my forehead as I tried to stifle a groan of sweet torture. Damn. Just a little touch and I was erect.

Ryan was right. I really needed to get laid.

She cast my hand away, as though she was disgusted with my touch. Her face contorted in fury, she pointed a rude finger at me, red buffed nails swallowing up my vision. "The next time you touch me, make sure you've kissed your fingers goodbye because I will be biting them off!"

I smiled wryly at her, She was truly magnificent when angry. Itching to get another annoyed reaction from her, I said in a dry voice, "Save the threat. You're not worth it."

I was lying. The little patch of her flesh my fingers had stroked was silky, as smooth as velvet and I ached to feel her again.

"Oh really?" The angered look in her eyes was gone and a coy glint replaced it.

She leaned in, her body coming in contact with mine. I stifled a strangled moan when the tips of her breast brushed my chest as she whispered, voice so soft and breathy it did crazy things to my head, "I know your cock is hard and aching."

"You want me to stroke you, hm? You want my hands on your hard dick, yes?" She trailed a finger down my chest, past my rippling abdominal muscles, biding her time.

My breath came out in hard pants as I froze, a pool of heat headed to my groin.

"I can give you relief, run my tongue on that monster dick, taking my goddamn time until you cum hard. Then, I'll swallow your cum as all good girls should. You'll like that won't you? Master?" A hand wrapped around my dick and I nearly groaned.

Just when I thought she was about to grant my weeping member relief, she pulled her hand away. "You disgust me."

Fuck, the goddamn bitch! I wanted to smother her as much as I yearned to fuck her. The wretched lady was playing with fire.

She straightened up, her face impassive. "Now if you can move aside."

Still in the throes of unrequited lust, I backed off, my body trembling with the herculean effort it took to achieve that, willing my excited cock to calm the fuck down.

She flung open the door. Chloe stood not very far, a faint blush coating her cheeks as though she was aware of what had been going on. Not at all surprised, I surmised that she'd been eavesdropping.

Just as Jadesola shrugged her coat on her form, hiding her amazing body from view, her red bag slung on her arm, long sexy legs poised to move, I couldn't help asking, curiosity nagging at me, arousal still scorching my nerve ends, "If your relatives are so damn wealthy, why not ask for their help? Why come to me?"

She eyed me, fire in flaming eyes that shone like that of a heated, feline creature. "Because I had no fucking choice. Sayonara, Kian Fields. Remember what I said, master."

And walked out with her head held high.

A/N: Did I forget to mention that my book is mature?! :-)) Okay so Kian is a horny bastard *wails* He's just falling into Jadesola's trap *laughs loudly* Fr though I was disappointed (even if he stood no chance against her seductives wiles) but well, men tee hee hee. No offense to men out there though. When I mean men, I mean Kian.

What dyu think? How well did I depict the scene?

P.s: This is my first time writing such *blushes*

Nita♡