A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
1134 Words
MAISON
I sat at the board meeting my fingers tapping lightly against the table trying hard to control the anger I felt.
The board members bickered but I kept my expression neutral waiting for the chairman the old crook that represented my grandfather to speak.
“The CEO position will only be taken by Maison Blackwood, but only if he is married before the annual Christmas Eve ball.” He said.
I leaned back in my chair, smiling as they all watched to see my reaction.
“That won’t be a problem,” I said smoothly.
A few of them chuckled and I knew they didn’t believe I’ll be married by then, hell even I knew it was impossible.
I rose to my feet, buttoning my suit jacket, “This meeting is dismissed,” I announced.
Stepping into the hallway, I exhaled sharply walking to my suite to have a drink. My grandfather was hell bent on getting me married before he dies. I’d let them believe whatever they wanted and play along for now.
I turned into the hallway when a figure crashed right into my chest.
“Fuck.” I swore under my breath and caught her before she fell, my hands instinctively gripping her arms, her body was very soft but she was trembling. “Are you okay,” I asked bedinding to hold her, she smelt like Vanilla.
She lifted her face, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. She looked like Aphrodite’s favorite child, her brown hair fell below her waist. Her straight nose was perfectly shaped and her lips full, soft, succulent trembled as she tried to speak.
But it was her eyes that held me captive, they were blue like the sea and were filled with tears.
Her cheeks were flushed, her brows drawn together, and a single tear slipped down her smooth skin. She looked so heartbreakingly beautiful.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she tried to compose herself.
Her hands pressed against my chest as if steadying herself, but they were shaking.
I studied her, my fingers still wrapped around her arms. “Are you hurt?”
She quickly shook her head no crying even more. She had been running from something or someone.
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, and I knew she was trying to speak. Her lower lip quivered. Another tear slipped down her cheek.
“I…” she took a deep breath, her voice breaking. “I can’t.”
I wanted to walk away. I had no time to deal with a weeping woman neither did I have any interest in what happened to her but something about her made it impossible to move. She looked so fragile, so lost and so beautiful so I scooped her up and carried her to my suite.
***The next day***
I turned to the butler, my eyes blazing in anger.
"Where is she?" I bellowed, my voice echoing through the walls.
The old man trembled, his face pale and he looked like he wanted to disappear.
"She’s gone, I’ve searched for her everywhere" he squeaked, barely able to get the words out.
When I woke up this morning, she was gone without a trace and the staff informed me her fiancé checked out without her.
I was so angry at myself for letting her slip away like that. After last night I made up my mind on what to do and I knew I needed her. I sat down frustrated wondering if the s*x was bad that she ran away.
I chuckled dryly; that’s impossible. My skills are good even and I had a big c**k.
I stood up determined to find her and bring her back no matter what.
"Sir, w…where are you going?" the butler stammered behind me.
I didn’t answer and strode out of the suite. I wasn’t a man who believed in love. I detested it so much and I knew how weak it made people. I wanted her because she fit into the perfect role I wanted and no way in hell was I letting her go that easily.
I grabbed my keys off the marble table near the door and stepped outside. The cold morning air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the anger I felt. She could run all she wanted. She could hide, but she would never escape me.
I am Maison Blackwood and no matter what she was coming home with me.
I drove for an hour before I found her and brought her home but she seemed annoyed. I sat quietly, watching her as she paced the room in anger. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her small hands balled into fists.
"I don’t know what law operates in this state, but this is straight-up kidnap!" she screamed, her blue eyes flashing angrily at me.
She was trying to be fierce, but all I could see was how fragile and scared she looked.
"Do you hear me?" she snapped, her voice rising.
“How is it kidnap, you entered my car willingly and followed me here.” I said observing her.
"I only followed you to clear things up. Yesterday I wasn’t in my right mind and everything that happened was a mistake." she continued, swallowing hard.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Where are your bags and what were you doing walking aimlessly on the streets.” I asked, she looked away unable to answer.
“You would prefer I left you on the street? In danger?" I asked, my voice calm.
She hesitated, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape.
“Well I have nothing to lose, that bastard left me here stranded and I don’t know anyone in this state. Can I borrow your phone and make a few calls.” She asked.
"I have a better proposal," I said quietly moving towards her slowly. She stiffened as I stepped closer, closing the space between us.
I lowered my head, my mouth inches from her ear. My breath brushed against her skin, and I felt her shiver.
"Be my bride for Christmas," I murmured, my voice low. "And I’ll give you one hundred thousand dollars."
Her breath hitched.
"And," I continued, letting my words sink in, "I’ll help you get revenge on your ex." I leaned back, watching her carefully.
She stood mute watching me but I knew she was considering it.
I turned, walking back to the sofa "Wait," she said suddenly and I stopped. I felt her small hand wrap around my wrist, holding me back.
I turned to her slowly, my smirk widening. "Yes?" I asked, tilting my head.
She swallowed, her grip tightening.
"I’ll do it," she said.
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