Black Stilettos

♡. Chapter Four

“What do you say we ditch this party?” Zavier suggested, clearly captivated by her.

This was going against everything that Shaira had planned out but she couldn’t resist.

It was also a deadly risk she was taking, what if Zavier was nothing but a playboy?

Good thing she thought quickly on her feet, she would just have to use her charms to convince him or at least instate herself as his mistress until she found the perfect man.

“I was just thinking the same.” Shaira agreed with bated breath.

It wasn’t scandalous for them to be seen leaving with each other as nearly half of the population present at the soiree would have done or would be doing that as the night went on.

They were discreet while leaving so no one noticed but the lady from earlier who had been watching Shaira the entire night, her face soured as she saw who it was that Shaira was leaving with.

Shaira didn’t notice nor did she care, her purse in one hand, Zavier’s hand laced with her other hand as they made their way down the carpeted hallway.

When they got to the top of the stairs, Zavier swept her off her feet and carried her down the stairs instead.

Shaira threw her arms around his neck, giggles caught in her throat.

Her close proximity to him made her body heat up from within, strong arms cradling her close to a well formed torso.

He swept out the large doors, signalling the valet as soon as they stepped out into the garden.

A far more luxurious limousine than the one that had brought her pulled up, what had she been expecting though? She was literally in the arms of a billionaire.

Zavier carefully watched the beauty in his arm as he carefully placed her on her feet, his brain working double time trying to remember where he had seen her before.

If she was a part of the high society, he definitely would have seen her before.

It was also possible that she had just been allowed to attend these parties, she looked young enough for that to be the case.

Although the look in her bewitching eyes was of someone that was far older, who had seen too much.

He glanced around. "What about your ride here?" He asked in concern.

Shaira waved his concerns away, her face giving nothing away. "My chauffeur will know to leave without me."

Her melodic voice made his heart race which was a rare occurrence considering how picky he was.

It was what made him give all his attention to her immediately, no one had managed to captivate him at their first meeting.

With that issue out of the way, he opened the door to the car and helped her in, his eyes trailing down her body.

He should be worried by how much a practical stranger had this much effect on him but there was something about Shaira that made him feel like he had found his home.

He got into the car after her, he quickly gave directions to the driver through the intercom to take them home.

His chauffeur knew well not to let down the partition so he didn't even need to mention that.

He pushed a hand through his black locks and turned to the side after finishing up with the driver to find Shaira looking up at him with wide eyes.

Biting back a curse, he placed both of his hands on her small waist to place her on him.

"You drive me crazy." He whispered in a hoarse voice, burying his face in her neck.

Shaira felt a tingle crawl up her spine at this, she was sitting with both of her legs on both sides of his, her hands grabbing his shoulders tight.

A small sigh escaped her when he wrapped both of his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

She wasn't supposed to fall in love, this was merely a mission of restoring her family’s status and getting revenge for her dead father but then Zavier happened.

All he had to do was look at her with those dark, hungry eyes and she was lost.

Zavier gently kissed the bare skin of her neck, his teeth gently scraping against her collarbone.

Shaira gently arched her back at the sensations his lips against her skin caused, a moan falling past her lips.

Her head fell back in pleasure when Zavier kept marking up the soft skin of her neck, her hair falling in a whoosh of sweet smelling peaches and silk strands.

They shared a heated gaze when he lifted his head and brought hers to face him, lust dancing in their heated eyes.

Shaira fell against him when he tugged her forward, their lips joining in another one of many kisses for the night.

During their steamy make out session in the car, Shaira wasn’t sure how but Zavier managed to get rid of all her jewellery.

She had his shirt halfway undone too, his waist coat long gone.

He looked even more handsome like this, his hair tousled and his shirt undone like a roguish rake.

Zavier lips lifted to one side, his eyes hooded. "Like what you see?"

She had been staring at him.

Shaira shook herself out of it, she hadn't hadn't realised that she had been shamelessly staring at him.

"What do you think?" She quipped in return, leading forward to bite his lower lip.

Zavier thought he had a pretty good guess, something about how brazen she was made him fall deeper into her bewitching trap.

All the other girls that had come after him had all been pretentiously shy and timid, it bored him.

"We're here." Zavier murmured to her.

The windows of the limo were tinted so Shaira had no idea of what his house looked like.

Well, she was about to find out.

Zavier stepped out first and helped her out after.

Shaira had to struggle to not gape at the sight before her, if she thought that the mansion where the Soiree was being held was grand, it didn’t prepare her for the extravagance in front of her.

A sprawling mansion, positioned at the center of a garden that looked like it could be a world wonder.