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“Will you show the contract to me, and the blood tests? I’d like to see all that you have regarding my father.” I questioned softly. There was a reluctant part of me that did mostly believe him, but I still needed to see the evidence that he had collected too. I needed a little bit more than just his word that this was how things were.
“I will show you everything,” he promised, and I sighed with a small measure of relief.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, wanting to ask something else and after a few more bites of buttery lobster, I summoned up the courage to speak my mind.
“You’ve been single in the eyes of the media for a long time. To my knowledge, no paparazzi have even caught wind of you on a date, let alone a relationship with anyone. Why?”
“There’s only ever been you, Zoe.”
He sat back and his entire body exuded calm confidence. He stared at me like I was the only woman in the world. His eyes made me feel like beautiful perfection even though I knew about the stretch marks on the sides of my hips and the scars on my knees from when I’d fallen off my bike as a kid. He looked at me like he saw only beauty, like he didn’t see even a single one of my imperfections and that was so utterly captivating that I couldn’t bring myself to run away. I should want to escape. I should yell for help, but I wouldn’t because I didn’t want to.
To hell with what the world expected. I kind of wanted to know what would come next.
“Eat, Zoe. I want to see you finish your meal,” he said expectantly, and I nodded as I reached for another bite. I ate my fill, delighting with every flavorful taste that spread across my tongue from the luxurious meal that had been prepared for the two of us. I cleared much of my plate, enjoying a liberal gulp of wine occasionally too. By the time I finished, I felt full and rather spoiled. I put down my utensils and took another small sip of water, only to catch him watching me with keen interest.
“What is it?”
“You’re so very beautiful when you’re enjoying yourself.”
I felt myself flush with heat from the compliment, feeling the tension of such a serious subject finally ebb away.
“I particularly like it when you blush and smile for me, pretty girl,” he purred. “Come, walk with me through the gardens. I’ve arranged for us to have dessert later tonight. I imagine that you might be hungry after I’m through with you,” he added.
My pussy clenched hard.
He pushed the chair back and rounded the table. This time, I wasn’t nervous to take his hand. I took it because I wanted to. Once I was standing, I wrapped my arm around his and walked with him, side by side.
As husband and wife.
We walked for a time in silence, just enjoying each other’s company along the way. Occasionally, he would point out a rare type of flower. We would stop and I would take a moment to sample the aroma of each one, delighting in the different scents in his garden. The whole rooftop was beautifully planned and planted. A garden of this magnitude probably took a fair number of people to keep it in pristine condition, but money was simply an object for him. There was nothing that was too expensive for him. His power bought him a fair number of things, but it was his wallet that paid for whatever else he wanted whenever he wanted. I wasn’t certain whether that was a good thing yet or not.
The sun had long set, and the sparkling lights of the stars and a full moon overhead lit our path. All around us, the buildings began to come to life, lights illuminating the multitudes of windows surrounding us. Down below, streetlamps turned on, brightening and chasing away the shadows of the evening. I stopped at one point, just enamored with the beauty of nightfall while Grayson stood by me.
When I snuck a peek at him, he looked almost regal, and I couldn’t help catching myself mesmerized by the sight. He radiated power, influence, and money with the way he held himself, shoulders pulled back, deliberate intention and everything I could ever imagine in a man. He was part beast, part mystery, and now maybe in a sense, he was mine too.
Maybe this wasn’t a nightmare. Maybe it was supposed to happen this way.
“Grayson?” I asked quietly.
“What is it, sweet girl?”
“I’m going to want to finish my work,” I started, suddenly worried that he’d want to control me completely now that I had walked down the aisle for him.
“I know,” he answered. “I’m not here to limit your success. If anything, I want to help you achieve everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
“So, you don’t plan on turning me into a perfect obedient little housewife,” I scoffed, and he laughed out loud as if I’d said the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“Definitely not. I rather like my limbs where they are, my feisty bride,” he replied, and I relaxed against him. “Although I do expect your obedience when it comes to certain things,” he added suggestively, and I wiggled seductively against him as he pulled me close to his chest. My bottom pressed against his hips, and I smirked the tiniest bit when I felt the iron hard spike of his cock against me.
“Good. I would have hated having to bite your cock off,” I threatened lightly, and he chuckled behind me.
“Bad girl,” he purred, but there was no real admonishment in his tone. He kissed the side of my neck and I leaned into him.
“I like it when you’re feisty with me,” he whispered.
I shivered beside him, feeling the caress of his words flitter across my sensitive skin as though it were a warm breeze. I was starting to feel comfortable. He didn’t seem like he was out to control me or hurt me, at least outside of the bedroom.
I was certain that he wanted to possess my body though, and with a single touch of his finger down the side of my neck, I knew that I would relent. He kissed that same spot so sweetly that it caused a delicious shiver of desire to cascade down my spine, and at the same time he squeezed my breast roughly enough to make me pussy tighten with blatant incredible need.
