One Night With Mr Billionaire

Terms and Boundaries

The silence in the room was thick, charged with the tension of a kiss that had said too much and yet not enough. Emily stood there, arms wrapped around his neck, the warmth of Alexander's kisses lingering like a phantom on her neck. Her heartbeat hadn't slowed, not since the moment his lips had touched hers.

Alexander took a step back first, his posture sharpening, as if drawing an invisible wall between them again. He straightened the cuff of his shirt, his expression unreadable.

"Don't stop", "Just one night, no feelings, no attachments" she let out with a heavy moan

Then like unlike poles, they collided. His mouth found hers in a rush-demanding, claiming. Emily melted in his arms, allowing him full access and his hands wandered around her body like a lost boy in a park. This time, the kiss was firm and possessive.

He pulled back and looked at her with lust-filled eyes, "Tell me to stop and I will".

She gulped, a part of her telling her to say no but the other part was longing for more. She could not bring herself to say it, instead, she reached for him again and that was all the permission he needed.

He swept her off her feet, carrying her through the dimly lit living room into a bedroom lit by nothing but a chandelier. The room was masculine, clean, and covered with expensive décor and dark-colored sheets. He set her down carefully on the bed. He parted her legs, making room for himself and planted a kiss on her left thigh before making his way up to her neck and planting soft kisses. Then he stopped, abruptly and fell to the other side of the bed.

His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't flinch. "You're right."

She blinked, caught off guard.

"We should stop"

"Why?" Emily blurted out, sitting up, trying to figure out what happened

"I don't play games. I don't flirt, and I certainly do not catch feelings". He stated facts, like power was something he exhaled." Are you sure you want this Emily?"

This man, although tough and cold, would never force a lady to do anything against her will

Emily folded her arms, trying to protect herself from the swirl of emotions inside. Stood up and walked away into the living room "What exactly is it you want, Alexander?"

He moved closer again not to kiss her this time, but to make sure she heard every word.

"One night," he said, his voice low. "No attachments. No feelings. Just what we both know is already burning between us."

Her breath caught. She'd expected many things from him, charm, manipulation, even silence, but not this. Not an offer so raw and stripped of pretense.

"And after that night?" she asked, staring him down.

He held her gaze. "You go back to event planning and I return to running my business. No illusions. No promises."

Emily stared at him, heart racing. She had worked too hard and fought too long to earn her place. She wasn't the type to fall into bed with powerful men because of intense chemistry. But something about him… about this… made her question her own rules.

She took a slow breath. "I don’t do things like that." She was starting to think about what she was getting herself into, or so she thought.

"I didn't think you were into things like that either," he said. "Which is why I'm inquiring you now. It’s okay if your answer is no"

And there it was. The control again. Even in seduction, Alexander Blackwood found a way to negotiate like a businessman.

Emily stepped back, she needed the distance to think. Walking towards the massive window she let out a sigh, she stood by the window staring into the night .

Everything she had ever done had been by the book. No risks. No wild decisions. But standing in this penthouse, with a man who embodied everything dangerous and unknown… she wasn't sure what was more terrifying, the idea of saying yes, or the idea of never knowing what that night could've meant.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she turned back to him. "If I say yes, we do this on my terms."

His eyes narrowed, interested in whatever she had to say. "Go on."

"I decide when and where. And if I change my mind, you walk away. No questions asked."

Alexander's lips curved into something that might have been a smile or maybe a smirk. "Agreed."

She narrowed her eyes. "And this doesn't affect my work in any way. No favors. No power games."

"I'm not interested in owning you, Miss Carter," he said coolly. "Only in experiencing what's already inevitable."

The way he said it, inevitable, erupted something in her.

"I'll get back to you," she said, as she grabbed her phone and purse and walked towards the elevator.

He didn't try to stop her. Just watched her, his expression unreadable, until the doors slid closed.

Back in her apartment, Emily fell onto her bed, fully clothed. The wine, the kiss, the heat of his hand on her waist and thighs, it all lingered in the back of her head. She should have refused the offer.

But she hadn't.

And that scared her more than anything.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Hailey.

I have this odd feeling you’re still thinking about him.

Emily stared at the screen. Then typed back slowly:

He offered me one night. No strings.

The typing dots appeared immediately. Then:

That man doesn't know what "no strings" means. Be careful, Em. That's how people get burned. You and I have heard numerous rumors about him, I don't want you getting caught up in his web.

Emily stared at the ceiling. Her mind was all over the place.