CHAPTER 4 : TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT
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Walter Adams.
The name alone could make men tremble.
At just 28 years old, he was one of the most powerful businessmen in the world. Ruthless, feared, and admired, he ruled the business world with an iron grip. Some whispered that he was more powerful than the royal household of King Charles II. Others claimed he had connections in every corner of the world, making him untouchable.
Tonight, however, he wasn’t thinking about power, money, or business.
Tonight, his mind was consumed by the drunken woman sitting beside him in the back of his black Bentley.
Debbie.
She was passed out, her head leaning slightly against the cool glass of the car window. Strands of her dark hair framed her face, making her look more delicate than she probably realized.
Walter studied her for a moment, suppressing the unexpected urge to brush her hair out of her face.
She had walked into his club like a storm, reckless and fearless, throwing out words that made even the most hardened men stop and listen. “I am a virgin.”
And now, she was here.
In his car.
On her way to his home.
Walter smirked, shaking his head slightly. What the hell am I doing?
He should have walked away from her in that club. She was clearly drowning in heartbreak, looking for a way to destroy herself.
But he didn’t walk away.
Instead, he found himself fascinated by her.
As the Bentley smoothly pulled up in front of Golden Light City, Walter’s mansion, he sighed and pushed open the door.
“Take her inside,” he ordered his men.
They obeyed immediately, lifting Debbie carefully and following him inside.
Golden Light City wasn’t just any mansion.
It was the most expensive house in the entire United Kingdom.
Designed by the world’s most talented architects, the property was a modern palace, blending luxury and power in every corner. Its marble floors gleamed under the golden chandeliers, and its walls held rare artwork worth millions. The air smelled of wealth—fresh roses, aged wine, and polished wood.
The moment they stepped inside, Debbie stirred in his arms.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, and then she gasped.
Her eyes widened as she took in the grand staircase, the intricate golden details, and the sheer elegance of the place.
“This looks like a royal castle,” she whispered.
Walter smirked. “Then welcome to my royal castle.”
She turned to look at him, confusion flickering in her drunken eyes. “Who… are you?”
Walter chuckled. “You didn’t even ask my name before offering yourself to me?”
She frowned, her mind still clouded by alcohol. “You never told me.”
Walter studied her for a second before finally saying, “Walter Adams.”
Debbie blinked. She had heard that name before.
Walter Adams.
The billionaire.
The king of London.
And she had just walked into his house, planning to give herself away to him.
Something inside her twisted. She suddenly felt small—like she didn’t belong here.
Walter noticed the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes and decided to distract her.
He turned to his staff, giving quick instructions. Debbie couldn’t hear what he said, but within seconds, the workers disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the massive hallway.
He then turned back to her and took her hand. His touch was warm, firm, and commanding.
“You need to freshen up,” he told her. “After that, come downstairs. You need to eat before we do anything else.”
She didn’t argue.
She was too lost in her thoughts.
As he led her to the guest room, she realized something—she didn’t actually want to sleep with him.
Not really.
She had come to the club thinking that giving herself away would make the pain go away.
But standing here, in this mansion, holding the hand of a man as powerful as Walter Adams, she realized something terrifying.
She didn’t know what she wanted anymore.
And that scared her.
Once inside the guest room, Walter left her alone.
Debbie stared at her reflection in the large mirror. Her makeup was slightly smudged, her eyes red from all the crying she had done earlier.
What the hell am I doing? she asked herself.
A few hours ago, she had been planning to surprise Mark with a romantic night.
Now, she was standing in a billionaire’s mansion, contemplating whether or not to sell herself to a man she didn’t even know.
A deep sigh escaped her lips.
You’re lost, Debbie. You’re so damn lost.
She ran a shaky hand through her hair.
She needed to make a decision.
Was she really going to go through with this?
Or was she going to walk away before it was too late?
She shook her head. No. She wouldn’t walk away just yet.
At the very least, she needed food.
She hadn’t eaten all day, and despite everything, she was starving.
So, she freshened up, changed into a silk robe provided for her, and made her way downstairs.
When she stepped into the grand dining room, her breath caught in her throat.
The long table was set with gourmet dishes—grilled salmon, truffle pasta, roasted lamb, fresh fruits, and desserts that looked straight out of a magazine.
Walter was already seated at the head of the table, sipping a glass of red wine.
His eyes darkened slightly when he saw her.
She looked stunning in the silk robe.
“Come,” he said, motioning to the seat beside him.
She hesitated for a second before sitting down.
The staff immediately began serving her, pouring her a glass of wine and placing a plate of food in front of her.
She didn’t speak at first. She simply picked up her fork and began eating, realizing just how hungry she was.
Walter watched her in silence, his lips curving into an amused smirk.
“You eat like you haven’t seen food in days,” he commented.
She swallowed and gave him a dry look. “Because I haven’t.”
His smirk faded. He didn’t expect that answer.
A flicker of something—pity? Anger?—flashed across his face. But it was gone before she could fully read it.
After a moment, he leaned back in his chair and studied her.
“Tell me what you want, Debbie.”
She paused. “What?”
He placed his wine glass down and repeated, “Tell me what you want.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
She wanted Mark to regret breaking her heart.
She wanted to stop feeling like she was worthless.
She wanted to forget that she had spent the last four years of her life with a man who had never truly loved her.
But most of all… she wanted to feel something other than pain.
Walter saw the storm of emotions in her eyes and smirked.
“Think about it,” he said, taking another sip of wine. “Because when you figure it out, I’ll make sure you get exactly what you want.”
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