Hot Mrs Billionaire Wifey

CHAPTER 5

Mike was shocked to walk into his parlor and find Lara crying. He asked, "What's the meaning of this?"

His brows furrowed at her while she looked at him, but her red eyes came in contact with his nàked body, making her stare at the floor.

Mike burst out laughing, surprising Lara. He walked slowly toward her, but she took some steps backward and fell onto the executive couch behind her. She sat down forcefully on it as he approached, looking breathtakingly handsome and dark—even bare.

He asked, "Are you trying to prove to me that you're innocent or forced to come here?"

Lara responded, "Yes."

Lara nodded; she didn't want to stare up at Mike. She had become visibly afraid of him, remembering that her village friend had told her s*x was painful. If she wanted to do it, she should choose a man who truly loved her—not just some random guy. And here she was with a man whose health status she didn't even know.

Mike leaned closer to Lara; she smelled so nice, and he felt aroused by her sweet, blossoming scent. He could feel his member hardening. He moved closer to her, but she shifted away from him.

Mike asked, "Why are you shifting away?"

Lara shook her head and stared downward in silence. She was visibly trembling, afraid of what Mike wanted to do to her.

Mike sniffed Lara's scent.and slowly touched her face to wipe away her tears. He said, "Come. I won't hurt you."

Lara replied, "No."

Mike was gradually losing his patience, but he spoke to Lara slowly. "Do you want me to call the security guards?"

Lara replied, "No." She shivered.

Mike stared at Lara's chest; her red dress seemed to expose her full cleavage. Lara was indeed beautiful, but he didn't understand where Madam Alora had gotten her from. Her attitude clearly irritated him.

Madam Alora had been the one disturbing Mike to patronize her ladies, and he hadn't wanted to—since they obviously didn't interest him. He had spoken to his friend, Gideon Abram, about not liking Madam Alora's ladies. Gideon had advised him to give them a trial, and here he was with a lady refusing him.

Mike stared at Lara, who was trembling before him. He slowly bent beside her and took off her black high heeled shoes. Lara trembled in fear as his bare hands touched her smooth legs. Next, he removed her shoes from her feet and spoke to her. "Stand up and come with me now. I don't have much time to waste here with you."

Lara replied, "No."

Lara refused to stand up. She could clearly see that Mike was losing his patience and wanted to sleep with her, but she hadn't signed up to become a prostitute. She also didn't know how to explain it to him.

Mike raked his short black hair in frustration. He was wearing a diamond earring and had a visible eagle tattoo on his right arm.

He stared at Lara; obviously, a lot of ladies had tried to create a facade with him, pretending they were virgin. But once he yelled at them, they cooperated at once and pleasured him. Her case was totally different.

Mike said, "I see that you're not ready for it."

Mike walked up to his cell phone and was about to call Joseph, but Lara hastily stared at him in fear, thinking he wanted to call his bodyguards to throw her outside.

She spoke. "Please, sir! I'm not a..."

Mike paused his phone call and stared back at Lara coldly.

He asked, "What's it?"

Lara shrugged and couldn't speak; she met Mike's cold gaze on her and saw that he was still nàked.

Mike sighed and cussed. "I don't have time for ladies like you. And since you don't want to do it with me, then you'll leave my house at once."

Lara begged, "No, sir... please."

Lara shuddered in fright; she wasn't a prostitute, and she feared what her madam would do to her if Madam Alora found out she hadn't done what Mike asked.

Mike said, "Hello..."

Lara said, "Please, sir... Okay, I'll do whatever you want me to do... but I'm not a prostitute and..."

Mike paused and stared back at Lara again. He gulped what he had wanted to say to Joseph; he was still nàked, and her voice was turning him hard.

Mike then ended the phone call and dropped the landline. Then he turned to face Lara. He asked, "What are you talking about? Are you following me inside or not? I don't have time to waste here with you."

Lara replied, "Fine... I... will."

Mike said, "Hmph."

Mike was quiet at first, but he seemed to like Lara. He said, "Okay. Stand up."

Lara stood up nervously; she didn't stare at Mike's face directly, even though she could feel his eyes all over her.

Mike said, "Fine. Come with me."

Mike walked to his bedroom, and Lara picked up his towel from the floor. He was so shameless, comfortably walking fully bare in her view, while she was ashamed to stare at him.

Lara wondered how many ladies Mike had hosted and paraded himself nàked to. The thought of it irritated her.

Mike's home was beautiful, but all that didn't matter to Lara. She was new in the city and still needed her transport fare to return home to her village.

Lara thought to endure only a one-night stand with Mike, and whatever nonsense he would do with her body, on the condition that she would get paid and then leave for her village. She wouldn't be used for s*x for money.

Walking into Mike's large bedroom, Lara was mesmerized by the interior decorations—from his large king-size bed covered in a light-pink bedspread, to his flat-screen television displaying a music video at its lowest volume, and the beautiful artistic painting of Mike on the wall that was painted in a red-wine color. Lara sighed. "Hmm."

Mike asked, "What are you staring at? Strip now!"

Lara shuddered as her gaze fell back on Mike. She asked him, "I should do what?"

Mike replied, "You heard me correctly. Why are you being so stubborn? I don't want to repeat myself tonight, so be quick."

Lara gulped heavily as she started to strip in front of Mike. But seeing his blue eyes glued to her body without leaving it for a minute, Lara used his towel—which she was still holding—to wrap around her chest. Mike immediately questioned her. "What nonsense are you doing?"

Lara shuddered again as she met Mike's angry gaze on her. Her brown eyes turned pure red as hot tears rolled up in them.

Mike stood up confusedly and walked up to meet Lara. "Why are you acting like this? I don't get it! Do you want to leave now?"

Lara shakily replied, "No..."

Mike sighed. "Fine. Then come to the bed now."

Mike wasn't that heartless. Even though he was interested in Lara, he decided to pamper her out of her fright—if that would make her succumb and pleasure him.

Mike said, "I wouldn't hurt you, okay?"

Lara replied, "Okay." She sniffed.

Lara stared at Mike as she sat down beside him on his bed. She knew she would still be reported to Madam Alora, so she thought to beg Mike.

Lara begged, "Please, sir... can you help me with money?"

Mike stared at Lara's face in shock. He was angry that she didn't want to pleasure him, but here she was asking him for money.

Mike knew that the majority of the ladies all craved money and nothing else. He stood up to leave his bedroom, but Lara held his left hand back, thinking he wanted to call his security men to throw her out.

Mike asked her, "What's the meaning of this?"

Lara begged, "Please, sir, I need to go back home to the village."

Mike asked, "Is this a joke or what? How did you get here in the first place? s**t!"

Mike cussed; he was so annoyed that he had already sent Janet away instead of Lara. He stared away from her and said, "Just leave!"

Lara begged, "No, sir. Please, I don't have anywhere to go..."

Mike spat, "That's none of my business. Leave now—at once. Get out!"

Lara immediately fell to her knees and begged Mike. "Please, sir, I cannot leave here. Help me, please."

Mike cussed. "s**t! What's the meaning of this? Help you with what again? Alright, get up first."

Lara stared at Mike's face; she didn't want to stare at his member that had risen up facing her again. She stared downward while Mike walked toward her and took his white towel away from her hand first.

Mike said, "You cannot stay here with me tonight. So since you don't know why you're here and you don't want to do anything with me... you'll leave my bedroom. Once you step outside, you'll meet Joseph, and he'll show you to a room to stay until tomorrow morning. Then get lost."

Lara responded, "No, sir. Please, I cannot leave here."

Mike's annoyance reached its peak. He tied his towel around his waist quickly and walked up to Lara. He dragged her outside by her left hand and threw her out of his bedroom into his parlor. He warned, "Leave now. Go and meet Joseph. Get lost."

Lara refused to leave; she stayed in Mike's parlor and cried. Mike shut his bedroom door closed on her and cussed out. "s**t! What kind of lady is that?"

Mike paced about in his bedroom, irritated that Lara hadn't done anything to satisfy him. He was horny and needed a warm body to sleep with. He finally walked back into his bathroom to bathe again, believing that Lara would have left his parlor and gone downstairs to meet Joseph.