"Hey, Thea." Nicky finally showed up looking like a model with a bad hair day. She hugged me and turned to Anna. "Sorry, I am late guys. Brett took his precious time in waking me up." As she said that, she threw Brett, her older brother, a death stare.

Brett was a sweetheart. He smiled and placed a kiss on my cheek. "It was like waking the dead! I see you are alive and kicking."

"I am shocked as well. I was downing that alcohol last night like it was water." I grinned up at him. It was always nice to see some close people every once in a while—and then there were those surprises that you just wanted to flush down the toilet. One of them was standing across the room staring at me like I was some prime meat.

Adrian wasn't even paying attention to what Lawrence was desperately talking about. He showed up so suddenly after I thought it was the last time I would ever see him again. Well, he was the famous Adrian Hunter who owned a string of digital media companies that are branching out to technology and some top-notch gadgets.

It was no wonder his name was familiar to me. I must have read about him in several newspapers and magazines but what I was wondering was, how the hell did someone like him get caught up with someone like me?

"What is Adrian Hunter doing here?" Nicky turned to him and her face flushed red before she turned to me and giggled. "Goodness, he's hot! He looks better than his photos in the magazines."

"He dropped by to say hi. He is in town for a few weeks and he is trying to mingle with the local crowd." Anna explained.

"I heard you lost your job, Thea. What happened?" Brett suddenly asked.

"Well, let's just say I didn't have the cutest butt at my workplace and so someone else replaced me." I never once told my friends how perverted my previous boss was. He was always making remarks that made me realize that he wanted me sexually. The fact that I never showed interest in him could have been one of the reasons why he threw me out.

"I am sorry to hear that—maybe it was for the better," Brett said and everyone agreed with him while sympathizing with me. "I could ask around my workplace and see if we can get you a post."

"Yeah, Brett is kind of tight with his boss." Nicky quickly nodded. "Employment opportunities at the law firm I work for have already passed so you would have to wait until at the end of the year."

I smiled, happy that everyone was genuinely looking out for me. It felt way better than my extended family who wouldn't even call unless they were asking if my mother was already dead. "Geez, you guys, you make it sound like I am below the poverty line. I'll be fine. You don't have to stress yourselves."

Nicky smiled and pulled me in a hug. "If your landlord finally gets tired of your ass, you can always crash at my place. Brett is moving out pretty soon and Dominic is still at the university finishing his Masters so you can always come over, okay?"

"Thanks, Nicky." I kissed her hair.

"We should probably get going." Carlen placed his hands in his pockets and stood up straight. " Anna has got work and I have to get myself sorted before next week. I have to travel again."

Wow.

I wondered how Anna could handle a boyfriend that spent more time away from her than with her. Anna looked up at Carlen with a pout on her face but Carlen smiled and kissed it away. "You are a highly sought out man, Carlen. I don't envy Anna even for a minute."

"She understands that I am doing all this for her and our future together," Carlen said.

"Awww, you guys make me want to call Dominic." Nicky gushed.

"You make me wanna slit my wrists." I turned away from them.

Brett nudged me softly. "I'll get the knife and bathtub ready."

"Psycho!" I exclaimed as I laughed and pushed him away.

As Carlen and Anna went to say their goodbyes, I went to answer my mother's call. She was worried about me as if she already knew that something was wrong. I had not told her that I lost my job because I knew she would ask Stuart to bring her back when they were supposed to be having fun. Instead, I lied through my teeth, laughed with her, and made sure her heart was in peace by the time I hung up the phone.

"So, you are jobless in a city like this. It must be tough." A voice came through from the door and I didn't need to turn around to know who the speaker was.

"I'd appreciate it if you left me alone. I am not in the mood right now." I told him as I stood out in the crisp cool night breeze and stared into the sky.

"You had the same expression last night while you stared at the sky." Adrian stood beside me and looked up too.

"It's because it's beautiful and you are ruining it with your presence."

"We have great posts in my Bakland branch if you are interested in a job that brings in a steady income." He said.

I frowned and turned to him—I shouldn't have done so quickly because the impact of his face was just too much. "I doubt it very much that an anthropologist will have a position in your digital media empire."

"You will fit in perfectly."

"Or maybe you just want me where you could stretch your arms and have me." I turned to him, daring him to lie about it.

"I wish I could just tear down your shorts right on this terrace and fuck you until you can't walk...but it wouldn't be polite now, would it?" He bent down to me, capturing my eyes like he did the last time we met in the supermarket. "I want you in Bakland with me. You will have your own apartment, wherever you like. You will have someone to bring you to work and back--"

"And what price do I have to pay for all that?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Be mine and be available when I need you." He downed his drink and turned back to the sky.

"And will it be a public relationship?" Did I want the world to know that I was with Adrian Hunter?

He was quiet for a moment and I thought he must have not heard my question so when I opened my mouth to ask it again, he beat me to it. "No. I don't do public relationships."

A secret relationship with Adrian Hunter. This was getting worse by the minute. Adrian wanted a secret mistress and in turn, I would have an apartment to stay in, a private chauffeur, and money to spend.

"What's the difference between that and being a prostitute?" I blurted out, feeling a little low that he would ask me such a thing? Did I have the easy vibe wafting from me? Why would he even consider asking me such a thing?

"I will tell you all about it if you join me for dinner tomorrow evening at the suite that I am staying in." He turned to me and placed the empty glass on the table before turning towards the door." I am looking forward to your call tomorrow, Thea." And just like that, he was gone—leaving me as curious as ever.

What was this man about? Why would he seek me out like this only to propose such a ridiculous thing to me? Who did he take me for? I groaned in frustration as I went back inside to chat with Nicky and Brett some more.

I looked down at my phone asking myself if I really wanted to meet up with Adrian. He was an intimidating man that always seemed to have whatever he wanted. He was ridiculously hot, making each movement he made arousing. He had the money to buy himself a country and he was still quite young to have established himself like that.

I was sure he was between the ages of twenty-six to twenty-eight. I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes and that wickedly sensual smile that appeared on rare occasions so it made it very special. I looked down at his number again. He had managed to tap into the anthropologist in me and now I was curious as to what he thought and how he acted in his original habitat; Bakland.

"Thea, dump the card in the bin and forget about Adrian. The moment he leaves here, you will never see or hear from him again." I told myself. I was afraid of the sort of place he would lure me into. I just got a glimpse of him and already my thighs were quivering with anticipation. I was not an adventurous person but this one man made me want to explore what he had to offer.

I looked at the time and it was a little past two in the afternoon. I didn't have much to do and I was in my apartment, watching movies in low volume so that my landlord didn't hear and come to evict me.

"Fuck." I cursed out as I dialed the number on my phone and placed it on my ear with my eyes closed. I couldn't believe I was doing that.

"Adrian Hunter." His cool and velvety voice came through and almost immediately, I envisioned his serious face.

"It's me," I answered and there was a short pause before he talked.

"I guess this phone call means you have agreed to meet me tonight for dinner." He asked.

"Uhm—sort of." I squeaked feeling a little nervous even though he was not even there.

"Good, my driver will come and collect you from your apartment at six-thirty. See you then." And just like that, the phone went dead.

I took the phone and looked down at it wondering if that truly happened. There was nothing about how good the weather was suddenly and if I had woken up well from last night's activities. Now that I thought about it, it was only at the bar that he sounded concerned about my well-being. At the supermarket, there wasn't much as a hello. I frowned at myself wondering if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

"You have plans tonight? Since when?" Nicky exclaimed over the phone making me remove my phone from my ear for a second.

"Since today. I am meeting someone about a job interview." I wasn't lying. I hated lying to my friends so I usually told them half-truths.

"Oh, okay. Well, tell me how it goes afterward. And if you can make it later, Brett and I will be around." Nicky said.

"Alright. Talk to you later." I hung up and as I rounded the corner to my apartment I noticed the sleek black Jaguar parked outside my building. I rolled my eyes. For a man who didn't want a public relationship, he sure was flashy. I thought to myself as I parked my car behind the Jaguar and stepped out.

The moment I did so, the driver came out of the car holding a bag in his hands.

"Good evening, Miss Claymont. My name is Todd." He inclined his head politely to me. "I have been sent by Mr. Hunter to come and collect you."

I gave him a nod. "I'll be down in a second."

"Mr. Hunter asked me to give you this." He extended the parcel forward and I frowned at him.

I took it cautiously in case it was a pressure-sensory bomb and looked at it. "What is it?"

"Courtesy of Mr. Hunter, Miss." The drive inclined his head again, a broad smile appearing on his face but he didn't mention what it was.

I didn't want to seem impolite and start snooping around the bag in the middle of the street so I made my way inside and the moment I got to my door, my landlord appeared.

"Ah, fuck." I muttered softly as he stood beside me.

"Good evening, Thea. I see you have finally come to your senses and deposited your three months rent. I am grateful because the last thing I wanted to do was to kick someone as pretty as you out in the streets."

"Wait. What?" My mouth fell open. "What did you just say? What deposit?"

He smiled. "You don't have to act so modestly. A deposit came this morning for your rent for the last two months and this month. You can now watch your television with the volume on." He laughed and walked away.

I opened the door to my apartment and entered. Who would have paid the rent? If it were the girls, they would have told me or given me the money to pay the rent myself. I looked down at the black bag and my frown deepened.

"He wouldn't..." Adrian Hunter wouldn't have paid for my rent—would he?

I got to my bedroom and shook the contents onto my bed. Out came a beautiful rose-colored dress, a pair of sexy black heels, and a black velvet box. I gasped when I opened the box and inside was a diamond-studded chain, bracelet, and earring set.

This man was utterly insane to think that I would just take those things and not disappear into the night with them. They must have all cost a fortune but to a person like Adrian Hunter, it must have been spare change.

I jumped into my bathroom for a quick shower then quickly got ready and when I put on the dress, it was a perfect size. I wondered how he knew my body size. The dress was beautiful reaching down to my feet but having along slit on one side. I did my hair up in a messy bun, applied a little makeup, and placed the expensive jewelry around my neck, on my ears, and around my wrist.

"Wow." I breathed in hard. I had dressed up for some events such as my mother's wedding, Ivy's Christening since I was the godmother but I had never had to dress up for a proper date. This was the first and I was so nervous. I put on the shoes and grabbed my purse before I looked at myself once more in the mirror. I couldn't even recognize myself.

I had to go. The driver waited for about thirty minutes for me until I was ready.

When I got downstairs, he opened the door for me, and soon we were on our way. My fingers felt like they were going to splinter from the way I was tightly clutching my purse.

My phone vibrated and when I took it out, a message had entered.

Adrian Hunter: I hope you are on your way here. I can't wait to see you.

I couldn't wait to see him too. I wanted to see how well his surroundings complimented him. I wanted to know the man inside.

We seemed to be going around for hours but soon the driver took the car into a very prestigious hotel. He parked by the entrance and a valet came and opened the door for me. I accepted his hand came out. I had never been to a place like that.

It looked very extravagant but something that would well suit Adrian.

"Right this way, Miss." The driver took me to the elevator that was not being used by anyone else. I found it peculiar that we didn't even go to the receptionist until I saw the driver type something on the monitor inside the elevator.

"This is the penthouse elevator!" I suddenly blurted and the driver nodded.

"Yes, Miss Claymont."

"Adrian is staying in the penthouse of this ridiculously expensive hotel."I stated absentmindedly.

"Yes, Miss Claymont."

"Wow."I whispered and had to settle back on the cold steel walls of the elevator for of the longest elevator rides I had ever taken. When the doors finally slid open, Adrian was there to greet me, dressed in a crisp white shirt, black pants, and...bare feet?

"Thea." He smiled and extended his hand out to me.

I kept on debating on whether I should accept that hand or just let the doors slide close and get the hell out of there. My hand slowly came up and I accepted the hand.

The driver remained in the elevator and when the doors closed again, I wondered if I had made the right decision.

"I was right, rose suits you perfectly." He commented.

"You just tried your dumb luck," I grumbled as I followed him through the massive and extravagant space between us with my hand still in his.

"Luck has nothing to do with it. I am just a good observer of people. I tend to understand what they are about from the word 'go'." I turned to his naked feet. I never thought the sight of a man's feet would look so sexy but Adrian's did.

He had cute feet with clean and well-shaped toe nails. When he stopped so abruptly, I bumped into him and he turned to me.

"Not yet...." he drawled and my breath bloated itself in my throat.

What did he mean by that? He took me to a very intimate corner where there was a ceiling-to-floor glass wall that was overlooking the city. The night sight of the city was very beautiful.

The table was decorated with black and gold table cloths and it had along with glass vase in the middle with a single long-stemmed red rose inside.

It was dimly lit and two candles burning on either side of the rose. It felt very nice to have someone to do this for me but that thought was quickly squashed when I thought about how many other women he had done this for.

"How many women have you lured in like this?" I asked him bitterly not knowing why I should get upset over it. It's not like he tied a rope around my neck and dragged me over there. He utterly gave me a full day to turn him down but like a sacrificial lamb, I went in headfirst.

"Do you really want to hear the answer to that?" He leaned on the glass wall and looked at me with his sexy hooded eyes.

"I'd rather not." I didn't want to lose the appetite I gained just that evening because I was too nervous the entire afternoon.

"Come here." He held his hand out for me again but my legs wouldn't move. "I want to show you something." he stood up straight and looked out towards the city.

Timidly, I made my way to him and stood beside him. I was not prepared for what followed next because suddenly I was between him and the cool glass wall that was pressing against my cheek. A yelp of surprise burst out from my lips when I felt his hands on my back moving down slowly to my butt.

"What type of panties are you wearing underneath this dress?" He whispered hoarsely in my ear.

I couldn't answer as his hand moved down and cupped my butt. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. He was teasing me using everything he had; his heady cologne, his attire, and now his body. "Ah...a thong....my favorite." His fingers glided over the seam of my butt up to the small of my back. "You are a tempting woman, men must have had a hard time trying to ignore you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I gritted my teeth as his hand glided up my waist and around to my rib cage.

"For one, that Brett guy likes you a lot. It's either you are feigning ignorance or you are utterly clueless." He purred against my ear as his fingers rested just under my breasts.

"Brett is my friend." I shuddered when he pressed his body against mine and I felt the throbbing member against my butt. I took a shaky breath and said. "Brett sees me as nothing more than his younger sister.

"You are hopeless." His teeth nipped my ear as a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. His hands cupped my breasts as he licked the sting away and I was suddenly spirited away to some foreign land where all I could see, smell, and feel was him. He caressed my breasts until my nipples were hard and sensitive, pushing against the chiffon material of the dress.

He suddenly turned me around to look at him. He was much taller than me so I had to crank up my head to look into his eyes. He bent down to me and I thought he was going to kiss me. After two days of knowing this man and we already were hyperventilating together. His face moved closer to mine and my eyes fluttered close.

I didn't know why but I wanted to taste his kiss and feel the way his tongue dueled with mine. I waited for what felt like centuries but the kiss didn't come. Instead, I felt his hot breath on my lips.

"Take off your thong." He whispered to me.

My eyes snapped open and I was staring into a sea of molten mercury. "What?"

"Take off your panties—or do you want me to do it for you?" He asked me.

"I don't want to take off my panties." My head was pounding and my blood was fizzling through my body in an alarming rating that made me feel feverish and light-headed. "And you are not going anywhere near them."

I tried to push him away and give myself some space to breathe but he wouldn't let me pass. Instead, his arms grabbed my hips and he pinned them to the glass wall with his hips before his daft fingers dug through all that material searching for my panties. My eyes widened when he slipped his hands through the slit and hooked his thumbs on the tiny strings holding my thong in place.

I grabbed his shoulders not sure what to do because I was panicking. "Adrian!"

I couldn't get another word out of my mouth because he crushed his lips against mine in a breath-stealing kiss that had my brain doing cartwheels in my head and my heart exploded in my chest. I moaned loudly as he teased my lips with his then with his tongue and finally when they opened up, he teased me with his teeth, all the while slipping my panties from underneath the dress.

He moved down, guiding the panties down to my ankles, and abruptly broke the kiss. I just watched him while I was caught in between the states of horror and hysteria.

"Step out." He looked up at me.

I readily obeyed, stepping out of my only protection from him that night. My head had gone strangely blank and I felt like a puppet having my strings pulled by someone else. I watched as he pulled the silk-black thong up to his nose and he breathed in deep then got up and placed them in his pockets. "You must be hungry."

I didn't know whether I should cry or laugh because this situation had accelerated to the moment where I wasn't sure whether it was a dream or reality.

"I had my chef prepare something special for you." He said as he pulled a chair for me to sit on.

My legs felt rubbery as I walked to the table. I was glad to sit down but I couldn't help but wonder why I let Adrian take my panties.

"Would you like us to start on your job offer while we wait for the food or would you rather talk about something else?" he didn't even bother to explain himself.

"Uhm—I would like to have my panties back," I told him squeezing my thighs together. I felt so vulnerable in front of him.

"You will have them back when you leave." He assured her. "Some wine?" He showed me the name written on the bottle and I just nodded because I had no idea what I was supposed to look at.

He poured some in my glass and in his and then clasped his fingers together. "At the barbecue yesterday, you said you were fired because you didn't have a cute butt like the others—from what I have seen and felt, I don't agree with that statement. You have a very sexy butt—not too big, not too small. Just the right size."

"Stop talking so casually about my butt and give me back my panties!" I exclaimed feeling hysteria about to turn me into a psycho-bitch.

"What is the true reason why you were fired?" He asked me, ignoring my outburst.

I settled back on the chair and glared at him. He didn't look offended by my sudden outburst and neither did he react to it. "I refused to sleep with my boss."

Adrian's eyebrow arched up slowly. "Sleeping with your boss is an offense...unless it is clearly written on your job description."

"What boss in their right mind would do such a thing?" I asked, shocked that he would even say something like that.

"Me." He sighed as he casually reached for a brown envelope that I had not seen sitting on the table beside him. "Here's a contract for you to look through."

"A contract? As in job contract?" I accepted the brown envelope a little sidetracked at how fast he was able to change from one topic to the other without so much as a warning.

"If it makes it easier for you to deal with then yes, it's a job contract." He answered sipping his wine lightly then narrowed his eyes for a moment and asked. "Thea, how many men have you slept with?"

I almost choked on my spit. My hands stopped moving and my eyes flew up to the man who was doing a fantastic job humiliating me and opening me up like a book. "I don't think that is any of your business."

He leaned in and placed his hands on the table. "It is if you agree to become mine. How many serious relationships have you had? What birth control technique are you on? Did you always use protection with your boyfriends? Have you ever contracted an STI from any of them--"

"Stop!" I screamed banging my palm on the table. Pain radiated from my palm up to my elbow. What was all this nonsense he was spitting? I had not agreed to anything. I didn't even see what was in that bloody envelope, to begin with. "Seriously? Are you going to talk to me like that when we hardly know each other?"

"This is how strangers get to know each other...but we've already kissed so I think we are way past being strangers." One side of his mouth arched up beautifully, reminding me of what those lips did to me just a few minutes ago. Instinctively, my fingers flew up and touched my lips just as the chef came and placed two covered plates in front of us.

"Good evening Mr. Hunter, Miss. I am Fredrick and I am your Chef for tonight." He introduced himself as he warmly smiled at them.

"Thanks, Fredrick. I am sure Miss Claymont will thoroughly enjoy the meals tonight." Something mischievous entered Adrian's eyes as he sipped his wine and it told me I was in for more surprises from him.

The funny thing was that I wanted to stay and see this to the very end. The more I stayed around him, the more curious I got about why he was the way he was. I had already concluded that he didn't trust women very much and to him, they were a necessity at a given time but other than that, he didn't need one. He was a man who liked to indulge in the best of the best which made me question where he went wrong with me. I was hardly perfect. I spoke badly and cursed a lot, I smoked, I drank—could that be the reason why he didn't want to be seen in public with me?

"Please enjoy your meal," Fredrick said and walked away.

"I will take that, for the time being." He snatched the envelope from my hands before I could react and placed it in its original position then looked up and smiled. "Enjoy."

For the next hour and a half or so, I was flown out of that penthouse to a place so magical and exquisite that I didn't want to return to my gloomy life. The food was to die for and it was made with the utmost care and precision in the ingredients. I made a mental note to ask for Fredrick's number in case I ever needed him in the future.

During that time, Adrian and I didn't speak but he devoured me with his dangerous eyes. He wasn't ashamed when I caught him staring and I knew he was looking past the dress I was wearing. My nipples budded underneath his stare and stabbed out for him to see. A wicked smile settled on his lips as he rolled the cherry to his dessert around with his tongue.

He had a very talented tongue and that made my heart jump-start like a locomotive. I squeezed my thighs again, feeling the wetness and heat engulfing my sex. This was sheer humiliation. I hoped I just didn't leave a damp patch on the chair.

"Should we move to my lounge for coffee and a discussion concerning your contract?" He suddenly got up, forgetting the cherry on the plate, and moved around to my side.

I swallowed hard and got up as well. Even with my heels on, the closest I got to his height was his shoulders. He placed his hand on my back and took me to another part of the penthouse with a large sofa overlooking the city again.

He slipped out the several papers pinned together from the envelope and sighed then sat down on the sofa and pulled so close beside him that I was surprised I didn't end up on his lap!

"Firstly, you need a full-body check-up from my trusted doctor. I will make the arrangements to go and see her once you come to Bakland." He said showing me the part that stated I needed to see the doctor and I ended up laughing.

"What makes you so sure that I will agree to come to Bakland in the first place?" I looked up at him.

He bent down and nipped at my lower lip then licked it and teased it until I was breathless. "I will seduce you into agreeing."

I took a shaky breath as he turned back to the contract.

"You need to be available at any time, even in the awkward hours of the night. You will be provided with an assistant who will take of everything on your behalf. You will be situated in any place of your liking, somewhere that is convenient for me to come and see you when the need arises."

"So, I am going to be some sort of sex slave?" I asked him bitterly.

"A large part of it is about the sex because all I want to do right now is to fuck you right on this sofa but there would be other things." Every time he used the word 'fuck' my body quivered in anticipation.

I must be losing my mind or maybe I was lonely for a long time to want a man like Adrian with every breath I took. I wanted him to lay me down right there and just have his way with me. I couldn't deny it anymore.

I was really considering this ridiculous proposal he was reading for me with his arm around my shoulders, playing with the loose hairs on my nape and making my skin ripple with goosebumps. "What 'other things', are you talking about? A walk on the beach, movies, date nights?"

"If it is a walk on the beach you want, I have a private beach home, I don't do movies but we could have date nights at my place."

"Oh, I forgot, you don't do public," I said flatly then asked. "Why is that?"

He sighed and moved forward, making me sit up so that I didn't tumble onto his lap. "I don't like my private life to be out in the open."

"Or maybe you have a wife that you don't want to find out about your secret innuendos," I muttered bluntly and was greeted by silence.

When I turned to him, he had that dangerous look again. "I have never been married nor do I look forward to such prospects and you speak a lot of nonsense and you make me want to have that smart mouth of yours working on something else other than words."

And just like that, he pounced on me, pinning me down on the sofa with his large and heavy body.

"Adrian, wait."

"How many men have you had a sexual relationship with?" He asked me, as his lips trailed down my cheek to my very sensitive neck.

I yelped in surprise when I felt his tongue on my skin. "Three." I breathed and shuddered as my hands tried to search for a place to hold.

"Just three?" He rasped sucking on my skin while his hands traveled down to the slit of my dress and caressed my inner thighs. A tremor quaked my body so hard that I was sure he felt it.

"Just—three, ooh!" I gasped when his finger caressed the folds of my sex.

"Did you ever love them?" He asked me as he moved away and looked deep into my eyes while his finger slid up and down the seam of my sex.

I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes back and just enjoy the ride. My face flushed as the intensity of his gaze started the first tremors of orgasm. "I thought I did....yes." I was panting.

"Have any of them ever done this with you?" He asked as he slipped his finger into the folds and caressed my clit.

"Oh, fuck!" I bucked under him and my nails bit hard against his shoulders. "Yes! They have—ahh!"

He rolled his thumb against my clit excruciatingly slow, keeping me just on the tattered edges of an orgasm and it was driving me crazy. I bit hard onto my lower lip, fighting back a moan of pleasure that was burning to escape from my throat. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me come undone like that. I will fight this and I will win—oh goodness!

"Adrian, stop! Ahh!" I arched up and would have cursed him to hell if he didn't kiss me soundly. I felt his tongue burst into my mouth, tangling with mine. I felt him seek out every possible space in my mouth. Goodness, he was delicious and his thumb didn't even stutter at the sweet torture that it was causing me.

"Open your legs further, Thea." He coaxed, stealing hot kisses on my lips.

"No!" I growled, turning my head away from him so that I could start thinking straight but he took that opportunity to bite into my dress and search for my nipple. "Fuck!" I screamed.

I felt his finger slide into my channel and my eyes rolled back as my hips arched up and my legs spread wider for his invasion.

"Say yes to Bakland and I will finish this." He looked up at me, his eyes dark and his face sensual.

The tremors increased as my body shamelessly raced to the finish line leaving my hazy mind behind.

"My friends." I whimpered.

"I can arrange it that you have some time every month to come and visit them." He went back to tormenting my nipple while his fingers worked on me like a pro.

"How long—will we do this? Until...you find someone else to replace me?" Something painful clogged in my through as bitter-sweet sensations rode over my body.

"Until you find someone else to replace me." He muttered softly. "So, is it a yes?"

Adrian knew exactly where to stroke and the precise pressure to apply. My hips moved with his fingers and I ground myself against him, wanting him to go deeper and to do me faster. Heat seared from my legs and began building up in my groin until I could no longer fight it. Adrian had won this round. He had won over me and the shaming fact was that I wanted him to. I was rooting for him to drive me crazy with lust and it happened.

"Answer me, Thea." He purred against my ear.

I climaxed right there in his arms. "Yes!" I cried out as I soared into the sky and rode the wave that felt endless. This was the first time I came so hard that it was boarding with sweet pain. My body slumped back on the sofa and I could hear my ragged breath as if it weren't my own.

I had surrendered to a devil and now he made me sign the ultimate contract of damnation.

"This is my addiction, Thea." He caressed the damp locks from my face and placed a kiss on my forehead. "The sweet addiction to pleasure."

I looked up at him and he seemed to have gotten hotter with his dark hair wet and sticking on his forehead. I reached up and touched the wet locks.

Adrian took my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles. "I am going to fuck you now, Thea," he said and my eyes almost rolled out from their sockets.

My core clenched viciously with the anticipation of feeling Adrian thrust hard and deep within me. "Right here?"

He got up and began undoing his shirt buttons. "Yes, right here on this sofa."

I swallowed hard as I tried to get my head to work again. It was utterly unnerving how I could orgasm so hard in one moment and have my body fizzle with awareness in the next.

Adrian got rid of his shirt, revealing the most amazing set of tanned muscles I had ever encountered in a long time. His fingers worked slowly over his pants and they soon joined his shirt on the floor. When he got rid of his boxers I wanted to pass out in shock.

He was big...and he made me nervous.

He ripped the silver foil on his mouth as he palmed his erection, stroking it languidly in front of me while his liquid fire eyes were set on mine, and he slowly and tauntingly rolled on the condom. "I have a very big appetite." He drawled as he came over me and kissed me then grabbed my dress and ripped it from the slit, up to the neck.

And I was getting attached to it! I blinked away the tears and he must have noticed because he touched my cheek and he said. "I will get you another one."

"But I liked it." I pouted, feeling I needed to express my emotions and the fact that I didn't want to part with that expensive piece of clothing.

"I will ask Todd to go and get you another one tomorrow." He said and that was the last time we spoke for the night.

Adrian took me on that sofa, thrusting into me and my body readily received every brutal thrust from him until we both reached our climax. I thought it was over until he reached for a new condom and he had me bending over on the sofa arm while he took me from the back.

He had a ferocious appetite, changing positions and at one moment I had found myself staring at my flustered and disarrayed reflection on the glass wall. My lips were red, swollen, and apart as moans of pleasure escaped, my eyes wide and bright and my hair all around my face. Adrian's powerful body was behind me, pumping and thrusting to the hilt while his hot hands grabbed my hips, branding me with his touch in the process. The sight of me in that position and that appearance made me cream even more for him.

This was someone I had never seen before and I wanted to explore her. I wanted to see how far she could be pushed. Again, my core clamped greedily around Adrian's erection and he groaned as I came around him. He turned me around and had my back against the cool glass as he anchored my leg on his hip and thrust deeper into me, sweat running down our bodies like rivers and moans and gasps echoing between us while our breaths mingled with the scent of sex. I held onto his tapered waist, his skin feeling feverishly hot but good to touch. I couldn't believe that I was standing with one of the wealthiest and most influential eligible bachelors in the world and he was fucking me in his penthouse. The mere thought of that propelled me to yet another orgasm and I almost collapsed in exhaustion.

I had no clue what time it was or how long we had been at it by the time Adrian picked me up in his arms and carried me off into his big bed. He placed me in the cool sheets and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"You should exercise more.." He kissed my brow and I felt him slip into the sheets with me with his throbbing erection cradled on my side. "I will introduce you to a good friend who is my personal trainer so that you can gain stamina."

"You're not human. You're a horse." I muttered as sleep started pulling me away from reality.

I felt his smile against my cheek and it was the last thing I recalled as I drifted away with my body thoroughly used and abused thrumming to the new tune that was all about Adrian Hunter.