Chapter 8: Chapter 8

I didn't move. It looked like I was transfixed to a point by the magnitude of his presence.

I could feel him behind me now and remained the way I was, my mouth still moving albeit very slowly this time. “Hy Kittie cat” he purred close to my ear. I flinched in trepidation and jerked forward in reaction.

He chuckled and moved back, making me miss his presence. I quickly recovered and dropped my spoon, to pick up the glass of wine on the table to sip. I gradually turned to him on the table and froze. This is the first time I am actually seeing him in broad daylight, and it appears every imagination I've had of him was a total injustice.

He had on his three-piece clean-cut Armenian black suit, on a creamy colored shirt with a grey tie to complement it. His eyes were just as I had thought, a dark-colored periwinkle green having mischief dance in them as if in mockery.

I jerked my face away and tried to collect my thought “Good afternoon” Mr summer eyes. “Mr. Sylvester” I suddenly feel full. I regret not being able to finish the great meal in front of me on time, where I was trying to respect the culinary trimming of a humble talented chef. Poor me.

“Finish your food. I hate waste” he said and loosened his tie. I looked at him again as he struggled with the tie. I wanted to say something but the abrupt running in of the chef stopped me. “ Sir, you are here. Should I serve your meal now?”

“Yes Antonio, but first can you serve me a Margarita?”

“Yes, yes, straight away” he dashed off to do his master’s bidding. I couldn't help but notice the adoration the chef had in his eye when he was addressing his master. I use to think most rich people were monsters to their staff, especially domestic staff.

I continued eating working hard to ignore the lusty gaze I was getting from him “Have you read the contract?”

“At least let me finish eating before you remind me of an ogre situation” I didn't look at him. I didn't think I could.

He chuckled. A deep timber. “Sorry for my impatience. You wouldn't blame a man for being this craving towards something as delectable as you” I was hyperventilating right there. My cheeks were burning and all he was doing was making me feel this uncomfortable even when he was the one making me finish a meal I had long lost interest in.

“Thanks, Antonio” he hailed the Chef when he presented the bottle of Margarita and went towards the kitchen “ I would need this since I can't smoke inside the house. Antonio's bidding” he informed me, looking dejected. For what? A smoke? Nice.

I finally managed to finish my food and pushed away from the plate, to pick up my wine. I finished it forcefully and went to the water, all this while trying very hard to quell the hotness I was feeling in my body. My legs were beginning to shake and my center becoming drippy.

“I’m sorry about sending my men to your school, I deduced since you haven't responded since last night, you might need a reminder or will I say push” I chanced a look at him, the water having succeeded in taming down my agitation.

“You didn't need to. I told you I was going to get back to you. Do you know what your men’s presence in my school would cost me in subsequent days?” I know. Now that they have seen, they won't stop trying to know who the men were. Some would even cook up a story just for some stupid idle propaganda. They already feel Mandy and I are high-priced sluts now they would finally surmise their claims were right.

“Whatever they think wouldn't be far from the truth would it? Never mind, you have me now, nobody will dare subject you to any form of discomfort”

“How arrogant of you. What makes you think I would agree in the first place?. Your men had me scooped out of school only to hand me that sickening piece of document. Call you Daddy?” I didn't know where the boldness came from, but I was sick of allowing him to dictate the pace and tone of this dance.

He didn't say a word. Just an intent perusal and his drink which he clung to. After some time, I couldn't bear the silence anymore “So now, what next? Let's assume that I accept, what happens next?”

“You sign the document, my accountant pays in a million into your account and then we fuck”

My eyes expanded in their socket. A million? Just like that? Hell yeah!

“I accept” I rushed out the words shamelessly. Well, there is no need for me to be. We both know the protocol of this agreement. There was no need to feel any dignity when he made it clear from the onset that it was no love affair. I only had to gain money and orgasm while I work hard to make him happy.

Congratulations Valeria, we have officially made it into the arena of a high-class self-registered call girl organization. Wo! My mum would be proud of me right now. But, I'm not ashamed or guilty of anything. After all, he would be the only one, isn't he?

“But, before I sign the document, hope there would be no sick addictions like extra partners and poo fetish?” I scrunched my face to emphasize how sickening that notion was to me.

He chuckled and waved away my comment. “When I fuck you, Valeria, it's all me with no other. expunge your thoughts of such scary notions. I will be right back, feel comfortable.” He stood up and made away from the dining room. Having finished I ambled away from the dining without no sense of direction. I decided to check the kitchen and ask the cherry, Mr. Antonio.

“Hy, Antonio” I waved at him. He didn't see me. He was busy stirring something on the skillet. He finished and turned around, jumping in fright when he saw me standing by the counter observing him.

“Oh, please can you tell me what the heck you are doing in my kitchen? I hate scallops. They are frightening” now I'm wondering where this is coming from. Scallops? Do I look like a scallop? He noticed my lost look and smiled.

“I'm just kidding. Just tryna tell you how much I hate surprises. Jumping through my back, tickling and all that bullshit” he rambled on. I nodded and looked around the clean dotless kitchen.

“This place is super clean for a kitchen and one that produces such amazing dishes like the one I just ate. You are really an amazing chef Antonio” he reddened on to cheek and looked away. Wow. Does he still blush?

“Oh, Antonio, it was just a compliment. Don't be like that”

“I know, just that I feel emotional when someone tells me how amazing I am. And it's been a while since someone did. My dear master hardly accepts to eat and when he does, he's always too busy with his work to notice the sound of an American anthem much more the taste of a great pie.”

I nodded and walked closer. Now I understand what Cameron said back in the dining about his chef pleading for him to eat. “ I don't mind complimenting you all the time, as far as I'm well fed” it was supposed to be a joke but I think he took it seriously, because, in the next minute, his face stretched in an endless wing of exhilaration.

I am definitely not in for this. While I loved good food, I hardly ate more than half a plate. If only Mandy were me then Antonio would have a ravenous mistress to cater to with endless praises. The thought brought a smile to my face.

“Uhm, Antonio, I'm kinda lost around here and would need directions to tour the house, that is if you don't mind”

“Not at all. In fact, Cameron would love that you are interested in his billion-dollar investment. He wouldn't stop talking about how much he invested in this property just for its magnificence and so that his son won't have to lack in the future in case he runs into bankruptcy”

Mm, so he has a son. Nice information. Of course, he would have a family, who am I kidding?. A man that hot and lofty, how do I expect him single?. He is probably one of these rich men that were forced into an unwanted marriage for the further enrichment of their family's wealth. So the agreement is simple. ‘I marry you but I would never love you’. After the marriage, both couples would seek for other form of satisfaction.

It's not my business, I'm here to work and get my money, the rest is his business.

“Okay, I will just call Caleb, if you are not in a hurry so he would take you around the house since I'm still busy with this” he motioned to the food he was making.

“Oh, never mind. Just give me a vivid direction, and leave the rest to me”

Some minutes later, I was on the second floor going through the walls of artworks that were plastered to the wall like some wall paints. He sure had great taste in artworks and from great artists too. I was rooted to a spot staring at an artwork that was kind of captivating, that I didn't hear footsteps come up behind me.

“I like that one too. There is something behind the masked message, I think the artist would be from Greece” he whispered close to my neck as I inhaled his musky male scent.

His arm snaked around my midriff sending a bout of shock to reverberate through my body. I wasn't listening anymore. He bent and kissed my neck ever slowly and trailed it to my nape. I shivered and slouched backward into him, welcoming his wandering hands and mouth.

“I like your reaction to me, Kitty cat, kind of intoxicate me. You fit perfectly to what I want in a pet, sublime and delicate” I gasped as he bit down on my neck. His hand balanced on my waistband and pulled me deep into his chest. I wasn't fighting. This wasn't chess to me. I wanted, he is willing to give. This is no game, just a craving that I was willing to meet.

His hand was on my waist, fondling it as if in uncertainty. I was becoming impatient. I didn't have the leisure of waiting for self-conscience and indecision. I wished I was bold like my friend Mandy, to take when I wanted. He trailed his hand up of my rib cage towards my arching breast but stopped below my ribcage and drew soft lines. Now I understand. This was a play to him. He was teasing me.

I jerked forward to encourage him to take me already but he was taking his time. For what? I bit down on my lower lip till I fear it would bust.

He suddenly pulled away and picked up my hand dragging me away from the open hallway towards wherever. He opened a door and pushed me in. I frantically looked around. I saw a piano and another musical instrument. A music room? I turned to look at him in askance. He was smirking at me.

“Let's play Kittie”

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