A FATE SEALED BY A CONTRACT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE”

PROLOGUE ZELIA

I caught a wisp of the smell of the cigarette first before I saw its red burning butt. Not the smoker though, as my hiding place which is now being invaded by whoever the arrogant intruder was is dark. The balcony of the last floor was surprisingly empty when I escaped from the masked party happening on the roof terrace above us, though I had expected to find at least two people here. I strain my eyes trying to figure out the silhouette of this stranger. From my guess, should be 6 '3, broad shoulders and confidence, dangerously oozing confidence. I get bored of the little guessing game I’m doing right now, so I turn back to the open sky, gazing fondly at the scanty stars in it. So lost in its beauty.

“How about a look up close?”

I felt the nose of his mask nudging my neck while he breathed into my ear the most husky, sexy, deep voice I’ve ever heard. I could smell his cologne mixed with alcohol on him. I remain stiff in my position, taking in the closeness of my ass against his member region and his strong firm palms on my hips.

“If you wanted me to look at you properly, you wouldn't stand behind me, but in front of me. I don’t remember having a pair of eyes behind me”

No sooner had I finished my sentence, he spun me around in quick motions towards him bringing my face inches away from his. His firm hands steadying my stance. I gasped, slapping my two palms softly on his chest which were hard as rock. No man should be built this way. I kicked myself in my head.

“I see how desperately you want me to look at you” I run my hand at the sides of his face slowly. Teasing him, willing him, I move on to trace his perfectly arched eyebrows with my thumb taking into memory how beautiful it was. I run my fingers down the bridge of his nose stopping abruptly at his lips. A tiny gasp parts his lips and I smile inwardly. I caress his lips in calculated movements deliberately pushing him to react. He grabs my wrist suddenly.

“Don’t play with the devil, you won’t like the way he plays” he whispered into my face, the words leaving his lips in a sharp hiss. In response I tilt my face higher towards him. Daring him, pushing him, wondering what in God’s name was wrong with me at that moment, I seldom have more than two glasses knowing my sobriety level, but tonight I've had what? Maybe a six. I rock my hips against his member and I’m shocked at how hard and big it is. Unbelievable for its size. I look into his eyes and notice a wicked glint in them.

“Guess who's out to play?”

He slams his lips on mine without warning, forcing his way into my mouth without permission, seeking for my tongue. Not in a begging manner, possessive. A moan leaves my lungs but he entraps it, not allowing it to be heard. He seems to be enjoying this. I've never wanted a mask to fall off in my entire life like I do now. Those smoky gray eyes are piercing through me like it could see through my soul, like it's known me all its existence, all of me. I shiver under his fierce possessive gaze not because of the chilly air but this man. This stranger who is devouring my lips right now, This man who is touching the body I've safely tucked and locked away for the past 25 years like it's his property to do with as he pleases, this stranger who seems to know my body better than me it's owner.

I'm hearing moans leave my lips, sounds I've never heard my lips pronounce ever before and I am shocked but surprisingly okay with it.

"Oh my God you taste like old vintage wine" he moans into my mouth, his grip on me firmer and more possessive, his hands everywhere but nowhere yet. My body feels like it's experiencing a gas explosion occur inside of it, and tiny sensitive needles have suddenly grown on me. Oh my God!, I want him! to touch my aching throbbing n*****s which all of a sudden prefers to stand erect and scream silently in frustration at his negligence. He makes a slow trail with his pointy finger from my neck, gently down to my chest, my breasts sing in expectancy with the heaving of my breaths which could be noticed from the up and down movement of my chest. But then his finger lingers on my chest and slowly he's making circles just at a particular spot on my chest causing disappointment to rake my whole body, with reckless abandon. I don't notice his finger gone from my body completely but the sudden brush of his thumb on my left n****e in a back and forth stride leaves my legs wobbly like wet noodles. all of a sudden, the beautiful stars, the chilly air, the faint distant sound of siren wailing and the bustling city of people seize to exist leaving in it's place a sexy son of Adam in a f*****g mask.