The Royal Contract

Chapter 686: Dance of passion but full of lies

Luckily, Eida was not facing them, or that would be another torture that she had to endure. Watching the two of them with their parents, probably discussing their wedding, would be hell.

Thankfully, she had gone through the first two-course meal without a hitch. But she had enough.

After what seemed forever, the head waiter came to her. “Is there a problem with the food?” The man in a black, formal jacket asked, probably wondering why she barely touched them.

Looking at her barely eaten food, she could not blame his concern. After all, she did come from the media, and her words of dissatisfaction could become an issue if it would say something terrible.

“No, it was great. I am just not particularly hungry.” She did not want to make a fuss over her. “Can I just have the check?” Refusing their offer for a complimentary dessert.

After settling her bill, she took her coat and walked out of the establishment without looking back. She waited outside as the valet brought her car upfront. She was about to move out of her spot when a hand stopped her, gripping her arm.

Surprised, she turned around only to find the man she had avoided all night, standing next to her, staring into her eyes. She felt her breath trapped inside her lungs as she found herself lost in his eyes, unable to utter a word.

.....

“Call me.” The only words she heard came out of his lips before he turned around and walked back inside.

Under a slight daze, she walked to her car. After a few seconds of recollecting herself, she started her engine, speeding out of the restaurant and back into the street.

After a few minutes, she abruptly swerved to the side, parking the car on a curve, unable to move on, afraid that she might bump into a street light or another car as her eyes glazed with uncertainty.

What did he want from her?

Why did he come after her outside?

What was going through his mind? Her mind swirled with questions of what he meant by calling him.

Was it about the interview that she had scheduled with his secretary? Or was it something else?

She shook her head, chastising herself for making a big deal out of all of this. She leaned over the steering wheel, resting her forehead on her arms as she held on to the wheel.

Her world had been spinning since she had bumped into him. Everything she had built was starting to crumble down on the ground. She had to have a better grip on her life, or soon, she would find herself ruined.

“He is not worth destroying your life.” She shouted at herself, glad she was inside the car where no one would be able to hear her.

Frustration ran through her entire body, feeling the churning in her stomach, not because she had barely eaten but because of the stress of the situation.

She took her phone out and quickly typed a message. Then, with a new plan, she roared her engine back to life and moved toward her apartment.

She would end this once and for all. “I need to get my life back.” A resolve that she promised to herself. Follow current s on ɴovelFɪre.net

As soon as she entered her home, she took her shoes off, wanting to feel her bare feet on solid grounds. Straight to the wine bar, she took a glass and poured herself enough strong alcohol to calm her nerves down.

Then, the view outside beckoned her. She walked to the balcony to breathe some fresh air. She took the lights that littered the street as a distraction from her thoughts, waiting for the night to deepen.

When her bell rang, she knew it was time. She placed her empty glass on the nearby table and walked straight to the door. She had to face this and get it over with as she squared her shoulder and breathed deeply.

Before opening the door, she knew who would be standing behind it. But what she did not expect was what would happen next.

She stood there paralyzed, just staring at the man she had seen just a while ago. Although she never had the chance to speak with him, he had plagued her mind the entire time.

“What...” But the words died down in her throat as he moved forward, quickly shrinking the space between them. Suddenly all the air around her was sucked out, leaving her breathless again.

He was not finished with her yet, grabbing her by the waist. Then, pulling her closer without waiting for another word, his lips sealed her fate.

She was helpless as his tongue invaded her mouth, not giving her a chance to think or resist his advances. His lips moved with a hunger that wanted to be satiated. In truth, it mirrored hers.

Her mind still tried to fight back, insisting that she should pull away from his embrace, but her body had a mind of its own as it moved on its own accord.

“Aaahhh!” Words that she only recognized when she was in extreme pleasure echoed in the room. She loved what his lips and hands were doing to her. She did not want them to stop.

Then, her thoughts of ending all of this tonight vanished into thin air as she welcomed him to her embrace, not holding anything back.

Her hands entwined around his neck and shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer to him, wanting to direct him to where his lips should go next.

“I need you.” His masculine husky voice reverberated in her ears, a timbre that sent shivers through her spine, heightening the sensations his body was already doing to her body.

Then, she suddenly felt like she was falling, but she was not the only one as he came down with her immediately. Somehow they ended up in her bedroom, on her bed, battling to remove each item of clothing in their bodies.

No words were needed, just feelings as she allowed him to take the lead. At the moment, being one with him was the only thing running through her mind.

But, it was not yet time, as she felt him move and a second later, she was on top. He had just given her permission to take the lead in this exploration.

Groans of pleasure filled the room as she ran her hands through his body, wanting to feel every curve of his muscles, savoring the few moments she had control over their desires.

“Oh, you don’t know what you are doing to me.” He mumbled as he regained dominance, shifting their position once again.

But before she could respond, his lips came down and claimed hers into a punishing kiss, as if he was expelling every demon that had possessed him into this kiss.

She would have responded the same thing, but she never had the chance as her body responded to his manipulations. She had submitted to him willingly, without hesitation.

A few seconds later, he claimed her as if she was his. But her mind still insisted this was a mistake. She was just a puppet he was stringing in this dance of passion but full of lies.