Becoming Mrs Prescott

Mia’s POV “Jess!” I glanced down at the hotel address again on the small sheet of paper, Evan’s assistant had given to me, my steps faltering. “Of all places, why here? A business meeting in a hotel room felt shady-unprofessional at best, suspicious at worst,” I grumbled under my breath as I crossed the busy street, weaving myself through the evening crowds of people in a haste to get to to their destination. “Couldn't this meeting have been in his office or even a café?” I muttered, irritation bubbling inside me. My boyfriend, Evan, hadn't given me a proper explanation because he was caught up with other work. He just told me that it was urgent, that he couldn't be there himself and I had to handle the transaction. It wasn't my first time picking up documents for him, but this time was different. A hotel room for a business deal? It didn't sit right with me, but I didn't have any choice but to help him out as my little way of supporting him. The elevator dinged softly as I stepped inside, my pulse steadily increasing as I drew closer to my destination. Room 726. My hands felt clammy as I reached the door, the sleek keycard resting against my palm. I hesitated before knocking. I was here for Evan. That’s all. Just grab the contract, get it signed, and leave. The door flung open after a few seconds, revealing the business tycoon- Dorian Blackwood. I’d seen his name splashed across headlines a dozen times but on papers and visuals. He was everything the news, and the blog, says he was. Tall, with a chiseled jawline, his tailored suit gripping tightly to his body, worth more than my entire wardrobe. He smiled, but there was something off about the smile he offered. Predatory. “Mia, right? Come in,” His voice was smooth, too smooth. I pushed my discomfort with my saliva down my throat and stepped inside. The room was grand and luxurious, the kind of hotel suite you’d expect a billionaire to stay in. But to me, it felt stifling, the room that screamed luxury at a sight wasn't appealing to me. He didn't waste time closing the door behind me and my stomach twisted as I heard the soft click of the door. I need to get this over with. “I’m here to get the document signed,” I said, holding out the brown folder in front of me like a shield. Blackwood gave me a cursory glance, his smile unwavering. “Of course, business first.” He took the outstretched folder from me and started flipping through the pages with deliberate slowness. The silence in the room stretched heavy as he did this, uncomfortably. I shifted uneasily on my feet, the air in the room thickening and growing hot with every passing second despite the cool breeze from the air conditioner hanging on one of the walls in the room. After what felt like an eternity, he finally signed the papers, setting the pen down with a decisive click. Relief instantly washed over me, and I reached out for the folder, ready to leave, but he didn't hand it back. Instead, his eyes flicked over me, a look that I recognized too well. “You know,” he began, leaning back casually against the desk, “I didn't expect you to be so… beautiful.” I froze to a spot. “What?!” Blackwood smirked, before letting out a slow, calculated grin. “Evan didn't tell you, did he? About the arrangement he had with me.” “Arrangement?” I echoed, my heart skipping a beat. “What…what are you talking about?” I stuttered. He pushed himself away from the desk, taking slow, precise steps towards me, his eyes darkening. “He sent you here for more than just a signature, Mia. You’re part of the deal we had.” “I don't quite understand what you are saying, but can you just give me the folder and let me be on my way?” I asked trying to steady my voice, “I don't have any extra time to waste here.” “He sent you over as his little token of appreciation,” Blackwood continued, ignoring my last words. My throat went dry. “That is not true, he never said anything of such to me except from bringing this document here.” Blackwood's smile twisted into something cruel. “No, sweetheart. Evan offered you to me as a pet for the night, in exchange for signing the contract.” His words hit me like a punch in the gut. My body wracking with tension, disbelief warring with the sickening realization that he was dead serious with what he was saying. “I don't believe that you are lying,” I whispered wanting to accept the nightmare unfolding before my very eyes. He shrugged his shoulders, surprisingly not fazed by my shock. “You can go ahead and believe whatever you want to believe, but that was the deal. And now, you are mine for the night.” Fear immediately surged through me, but I tried to mask it, stepping back as he advanced. “I am not planning on any deal you might have had with Evan,” I said my voice shaking. “I’m leaving.” I turned to the door, not caring about the document anymore, but his hand shot out, grabbing my arm in a bruising grip. “I am afraid that can't happen,” he growled. “Let go of me,” I twisted my arms, trying to yank it free, but his grip tightened and he shoved me back towards the bed. Blackwood’s expression hardened into a monstrous one, the facade of the sweet charm he earlier had on slipping away and being replaced with something cold and predatory. “Why are you fighting this? He asked, “Is it because of Evan?” he scoffed. “That is none of your concerns,” I retorted breathlessly. “If it is because of that, then you are doing it for the wrong person because Evan doesn't care about you, but I…I would give you more respect, money, and fame than he would have.” Trying to push myself away from him, “I am not for sale,” I yelled at him, my heart pounding hard behind my chest like it was going to burst out. His eyes spelling doom, “That is not what your boyfriend thinks.” The room spun in my eyes as he lunged forward, pushing me with full force onto the bed. Panic blasted like a fiery fire through me. I kicked recklessly, my leg brushing his chin slightly, but that barely slowed him down. Within a flash, his hands were on me, in a rough and demanding way. “Stop it!” I screamed, fighting with every strength I had left in me. But he was stronger, his weight pinning me down like a hungry lion. I struggled, clawing at his hand with all my might, trying to push him off me, but it was like a fight against a wall. In the turmoil of my struggle to free myself from him, my hand brushed against a plate and cutlery on the side table beside the bed. Without thinking, I grabbed the knife, my hand trembling as I swung it wildly at him. Blackwood instantly recoiled with a shout, clutching his arm where the jagged knife had caught through his suit. Blood seeped through the cut in his arm, running down his finger and staining the pristine white sheet of the bed. For a moment, he seemed stunned, his eyes wide with shock and fury. “You little…” he halted halfway through his sentence, but the threat was clear in his eyes. I didn't wait. With my heart slamming loudly in my ears, I scrambled off the bed and bolted for the door as fast as my legs could carry me. Behind me, I could hear Blackwood shouting and cursing about how he was going to terminate the contract, but I didn't look back. My only thought was to escape, to get out.