Forbidden Desires

Chapter Five

“We meet again,” he said and laughed. Madison's grip on her glass of wine tightened. She ignored him and continued to sip her wine gently. The stranger wasn’t giving up easily as he tried to touch her. Madison moved away and shot him a glare.

“Who the hell are you? What do you want?” she half-yelled, and he laughed.

“I’m Pierre,” he replied and gulped down the remainder of his glass of wine, placing it on an empty tray a waiter carried past them. Madison did the same, cleared her throat, and turned to Pierre.

“So, Mr. Pierre, how may I help you?” she asked, resting her elbow on the table and placing her chin between her palms.

Pierre sat opposite her, crossing his legs. “Like I said, I want you to follow me home,” he replied.

Madison scoffed in disbelief at how shamelessly he said it. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face. Instead, he looked serious.

“You're up to no good as usual,” she mumbled.

Pierre inched closer. “What did you say?”

Madison scowled and eyed him. “I said you're up to no good as usual.”

He laughed. Something about the way he laughed intrigued her, and she smiled inwardly. There was something about this Pierre that interested her. He seemed like the perfect match for her.

“What’s funny?” she asked, biting her lower lip to avoid laughing with him.

“You don’t know?” Pierre asked.

She shook her head.

He took her hand and smiled. “You're pretty. You know that, don’t you?”

This time, she couldn’t hold it in. She burst out laughing.

“Are you trying to flirt with me right now?” she asked, holding her stomach.

Pierre was still smiling. “I’m not flirting with you, you know that,” he replied with innocence and shrugged. “It’s just the truth.”

“Thank you for the compliment anyway,” she said and giggled.

“I never got to know your name,” Pierre suddenly said, and she turned serious. “Let’s start with a little introduction, if you don’t mind.”

“Actually, I don’t mind,” she replied and smiled.

“So, ladies first.”

“I’m Madison Moretti,” she said and paused. She was unsure if she should tell him that she was a detective. She decided not to—after all, they were strangers.

“What’s your occupation?” Pierre asked.

“I work as a secretary in a small company, and I’m twenty-five,” she finished.

Pierre nodded in satisfaction. “What about you? Let’s get to know about this annoying man seated in front of me,” she said, and they both laughed.

“I’m Pierre, thirty years old, and an international businessman,” he replied.

Madison stared at him for a while. He really did look like a businessman. He looked no different from a drug lord or a mafia boss. She brushed off the thought and focused on him.

“So what 'international business' are you into?” Madison asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he replied, trying to avoid her question.

“I want to know, Pierre. Tell me what business you're into,” she pressed.

Pierre cleared his throat and stared at her. “You must have a reason for asking. May I know why?”

“We could be business partners in the future. Who knows?” Madison replied with a shrug.

“We can never be business partners,” Pierre said.

“Why?” Madison asked, furrowing her brows. “I work in a—”

“I think that will be all, Miss Moretti,” Pierre interrupted, standing up.

His smile—one thing Madison liked about him. It was masculine, always making him look more handsome.

“Why?” she asked, standing up as well. There was something about him she wanted to know. He seemed to be hiding a lot. Madison wanted to tear through his mask and unveil the mysteries he was keeping from her.

“Why? The conversation is over. I have to leave,” he said and walked away.

Madison hesitated, debating whether to follow him. In the end, she decided to do so quietly. Maybe he was hiding something.

She stood up and followed the path he had taken. She walked through the hall until she found herself lost. There were so many rooms, and she wasn’t sure which one he had entered.

As she moved slowly past each door, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her. Before she could retaliate, she was dragged into a room.

It was Pierre. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he glared at her.

“Why were you following me?” he asked in a low, dangerous tone.

A lump formed in Madison’s throat as she struggled to think of something to say. He looked intimidating.

“Was I following you?” she managed to ask.

“It’s obvious,” he replied.

An idea popped into Madison’s head. Bravely, she ran her hand down his chest.

“Fine, you’ve caught me,” she said, stepping closer. She trailed her fingers down his abdomen and smirked. “I was feeling lonely,” she whispered into his ear before licking his earlobe.

Pierre grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Don’t joke with me,” he warned in a husky voice.

Madison shook her head and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“There’s nothing wrong with one night,” she whispered.

She didn’t know why she was doing this. It felt like she was being controlled by an overpowering force. All she could think about now was having Pierre.

She unbuttoned the last button and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Pierre hesitated for a moment before returning the kiss, then lifted her onto the bed.

That night, only the lustful moans of two strangers satisfying each other could be heard.