My heart was thundering in my ears. I could feel his gaze on me. But I choose to ignore him. I watched as the city building blurred as we drove past them. I couldn't tell where we were going. I had a lot of questions, but I couldn't seem to find the right words.
The car finally came to a stop.
"We are here "He said and I nodded. The door opened and he stepped out. I was about to follow suit, when he held out his hand towards me. My head snapped up, and I looked at him, then his hand. But I didn't take it anyway.
"I've got this " I said, stepping out of the car, to stand beside him. Dang. He was huge. I was nothing compared to his towering self. Standing so close to him, I could smell his cologne. It's intoxicating. A seductive mixture of sandalwood and passion fruit.
My gaze darted towards the building in front of us. My throat dried. He lives here? Of course he did. It was a towering glass building for the high and mighty. The kind of building that, would throw out anyone who doesn't fit into that class.
I followed behind him. We entered the reception hall. There was a lady sitting behind the desk. Blond hair, blood red lipstick and a bright smile on her face as we walked past her, but am certain it was for him. Of course it was for him, he was Oliver Patrizio New York's most eligible bachelor. He had all the ladies fanning over him. But for some reason, he never gives any attention to them. She was definitely a fan girl of Oliver Daiz Patrizio.
"Welcome Mr Daiz". She beamed. The letters on her desk read, 'Rose Hughes '. I'm guessing it's her name. He nodded once but didn't glance her way. I smiled at her, but her smile was replaced with a frown. Rude much. She certainly wasn't thrilled to see me with him.
We stepped into the elevator, he pushed the button for the first floor. After some minutes, the elevator door opened and we stepped out into the apartment.
My jaw dropped, my breath caught. I think my eyes almost popped out of it's sockets. Magnificent would be an understatement for what was in front of me. It was luxury at its peak. The kind that suffocates you.
"If I wasn't here as your prisoner, I would say your home is quite impressive ".I said. He smirked.
"And now ", he asked. I shrugged. He stepped closer to me, his eyes rumming my length. I moved back a couple of steps to keep distance between us.
"It doesn't matter ", I whispered.
His eyes were now glued on me. My throat dried and my heart beat increased. I swallowed a huge lump that seemed to be hanging painfully in my throat.
"Look, I don't know exactly what you want from me -"
"I think you do ". I blinked. He moved closer, our chest almost touching. I tried to backed away but felt my back hit the wall. I was trapped between him and the wall. My mind racing, my eyes darted around to room avoiding his gaze. His scent was intoxicating, pulling me in.
"I don't "
My heart was hammering extremely fast, I'm pretty sure he could hear it. His eyes darkened and I could clearly see it. I clenched my hands tightly.His fingers traced jaw. I shuddered under his touch. It was electric. His eyes flickered to my lips. He wasn't going to right?. My breath caught. His lips were just inches away from mine. Before I think of what to do, his mouth crashed into mine. I grasped from the immediate inversion. He ceaseed the opportunity and pushed his tongue in.
My skin was on fire. My core throbbing. I didn't even realize I was kissing him back. His tongue roamed about in my mouth, l let out a moan as he tilted my head. He was a great kisser. His hands traced the back of my ears. I was pretty much aroused. My panties were soaking wet. I now see why the ladies throws their panties whenever he walked by, Oliver Daiz could put a woman on her knees with just a single touch. My head was fuzzy. I wasn't thinking straight. My head told me to stop this. It was the right thing to do, but my body was reacting completely opposite to that.
His slipped his hand underneath my dress, tracing my bare skin. My breath hitched, my legs turned to jelly. I felt his hand move down towards my torso. I froze, he kept going, tracing my hips. His fingers slipped under my pants. My chest heaved, my heart thundering hard. This was moving too fast for me. My eyes flung open.
"Stop!"
I pushed away, immediately slipping away from him, creating a distance between us. The sound of our ragged breathing filled the air. He stared at me, his eyes still darkened with lust, but he didn't say anything.
" I'm not one of those women who would jump easily into your bed just to please you". I stated.
"If you brought me here to satisfy your sexual urge, then you'll be painfully disappointed ". I added. I wasn't going to sleep with him because he's hot and knew the right places to touch a woman.
"Will I ?",he asked.
"Huh?"
"You say that now, but a few minutes ago,your pussy was soaking wet when I touched you.", he added, eyes savouring my body. " I think you body wants to please me".
He was being cocky but he was kinda right though. I couldn't understand why my body reacted to his touch the way it did. My skin was still on fire, I could still feel his touch lingering on me.
"Well.... that's never gonna happen again ".
His peered at me, his face unreadable.
"We'll see about that ", he said, his voice teasing, like it was only just the beginning.
I cracked open the door. It was quite spacious with a king sized bed in the middle. My bags were already in room, sitting comfortably by the bedside, which was rather ironic to the way I felt. There was a storm raging inside me. I should probably unpack, but my mind did what it always does, it drifted back to what had happened earlier.
He didn't force himself on me after I pushed him away. He was rather calm and calculated, like he knew I was going to push him away. My hairs stood on ends as I replayed his last words. I shuddered. I needed a shower, and a very cold one to be precise. Perhaps it would help calm my nerves, after all, it was my decision to be here.