Chapter 4
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ROBERT JOHNSON( POV)
At exactly 7 p.m., my driver pulled up in front of Emily’s house, and I was seated comfortably at the back, a glass of champagne in hand, while I waited for her to come out. She was right on time, and I could see her from the rear view mirror walking towards the car, looking nervous as hell.
Fuck, this lady was pretty; I had misjudged her before. I hadn’t noticed she had blue eyes until today, and that blonde hair accentuates her face perfectly. She was slim, but slim in a curvy way, and her hips swayed as she walked. Her boobs were a bit large for her body. If I could just suck those boobs right now,f**k, I was getting hard on already.
What the f**k? She was wearing the same blue dress from that day at the interview. How could she think to wear this to a dinner with the mayor? This girl would certainly be the end of me.
What the hell are you wearing? I asked immediately she got in
Uhm?
Cat, cut your tongue or something? Do you realise who you are going out with? Do you know how many people would be there staring at the CEO’s wife to be? And you want to do what? Show up like some f*****g maid.
Show me some respect, sir, she snapped.
Oh, quiet little girl is getting feisty now, huh? This lady was sure amusing. She acts quiet, but I f*****g know she is not.
Driver home now, I said.
What? Are we going to your house?
No damn questions asked, Emily; you’ll do as I say from now on!
EMILY RICH(pov)
We arrived at the Johnson’s mansion, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the magnificent building in front of me. It looked like a house that fell out of the New York Times magazine.
I began to feel hot all over. Oh no, I can’t do this. I don’t fit in here. What the f**k am I going to do? How am I supposed to behave around rich people? How am I supposed to be with this guy for a year? f**k, I’m sure people would immediately realise I’m an imposter tonight. I really don’t like the kind of attention this would bring. I am damn f****d right now! s**t!
Are you coming or what? Robert asked
I hadn’t realised I was just standing at the door, staring. So I followed him down a large hallway; I didn’t want to look around. I could never afford a house like this, even if you add this to my life and the next one to come.
He took me upstairs and opened a large bedroom. This bedroom was bigger than my sitting room and rooms put together. It was beautifully decorated and tastefully furnished, and I could tell this was the master’s bedroom.
What are we doing here, sir? I asked
Getting you laid! He replied bluntly.
What the f**k! I said and immediately covered my mouth. I didn’t know I said that out loud.
Gosh, I’m so going to get fired, and I can’t afford it right now.
This contract was going to fetch me ten million dollars. Hell if this is what my body is worth, I’ll gladly give it away.
So you’re foul- mouthed too, huh? He said with a grin.
Anyways, I’m not here to f**k you; I can do that anytime. We’re getting you dressed. Thank goodness I asked my assistant to get you a dress befitting this occasion.
So you’re ashamed of what I’m wearing, then?
He looked at me like I couldn’t be serious right now and walked towards me. I started walking backwards on impulse, so he caught my hand. s**t! I don’t know why I act this way towards him; he messes with my head.
Are you always this eager to get f****d, or does this happen only to me?
Curse this damn guy; he has been talking to me like trash since we signed this goddamn contract. I can’t take this anymore! But he was right. I sure was acting s*x starved around him, and I don’t know why, but he just turns me on without even doing anything. Urhhh, I really need to get f****d, but not by this guy! Never!
Relax, he finally says as he notices the tension in my eyes. Get dressed now!
This man’s tone changed like he was some sort of shape-shifting animal. I just don’t get him. He sure acts like a mafia. I really hope he isn’t one.
ROBERT JOHNSON (POV)
Emily sure looked like she was scared of me, but she had no idea that her acting this way was turning me on real bad, so I had to keep a straight face.
Where are you going? I asked her after giving her a flowing red dress to put on.
To the closet to change. She replied.
This lady really amused me. You’re going to a dinner as my wife to be, and we’ll be married in a month and you don’t think you should change in front of me?
Huh? She looked lost.
Listen, Emily, if we are going to pretend to be a couple, then we must at least look the part.
I knew I was teasing her, but I couldn’t help it. I dragged her towards me, bent my head, and whispered in her ears while I used my left hand to hold her tightly to my chest because I knew she wanted to run away.
Let me undress you, I said in her ear.
I could feel her protest. No, sir; please, I can do it myself.
Stop calling me sir. I continued whispering in her ear. I could feel her n*****s tighten on my chest, and I knew as f**k she could feel my little man down there.
Quickly, before she could think, I pinned her to the wall and crashed my lip against hers, slowly at first, taking all of hers into mine, enjoying her sweet mint taste and exploring every corner of her mouth. Then I got really impatient and began to kiss her roughly this time. f**k, she was gasping for air, and I could softly hear her moans.
Without thinking, I put my right hand on her right breast and began to squeeze tightly. My whole body wanted to f**k the senses out of this woman right here. I hadn’t felt this need to f**k someone this bad before, but this woman was driving me crazy. But one thing was clear: she wanted this too, as her body was clearly responding to mine
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But like a jerk, I stopped just as her moaning increased. I knew kissing and fondling her was bringing her close to o****m, and hell, I felt the same way.
I pulled out, looked at her, and said in a cold voice.
“Get dressed!” We are going to be late! Then I walked away because I knew she looked like she was going to cry.
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