I had always been my father’s greatest disappointment, but it riled me up every time he rubbed it in my face like he was doing right now.
The tiny circles I rubbed on the velvet box in my hands brought me back to reality.My lips stretched into a shit-eating grin when my gaze landed on it.
I pulled the box open, and the sparkle from the five-carat marquise-cut diamond engagement ring nearly blinded me.The glinting rock was the highlight of the ring, strapped in place by a simple studded gold band.
It was befitting a queen.It was attention-grabbing, luxurious, and stunning.
Just the way I presumed she’d love it.
Andrea.
Something mesmerizing about her left me in a chokehold the night I saw her.She walked into that lounge, and I knew she was made for me.It was very easy to deduce that the way she was willing to lose herself in what we had that night was her attempt at never having to do it again.
She didn’t know it.But the moment I tasted her and sank my cock into her cunt, she became mine.She thought she was rid of me, but my heart was already bound to hers that night.
Andrea thought she could escape me, but she was mine to claim.Mine to fuck.Mine to own.Mine to possess.
Most people said I was cunning.Some said I was psychotic.Sadistic, even.But I simply saw it as me having to adapt any emotion I needed to get what I wanted.I could be anything the situation demanded, and if that wasn’t true power, I didn’t know what it was.
“We are here, sir,” my chauffeur announced.
The tall skyscraper sprawled out before us with its futuristic architecture and bold, glinting inscription of the company name, Riot.Riot was one of the biggest fashion magazines in the country, known for its captivating issues and collaborations with world-class designers and fashion brands.
I had acquired Skull’s Lounge a while back when I got bored and wanted to try out something new.When Andrea and her friends showed up a few nights ago, I was intrigued, and her slipping out of my suite after our night together was just an excuse to dig into her.I got substantial information on her in the blink of an eye.
If I were going to make her mine, I had to get to know her at least.
I picked up the giant bouquet of red roses lying next to me and got out of the car.It was sunset already.The vibrant streaks of the sky cast a colorful glow on the surroundings but mostly highlighted the outlook of the tall building.I strode into the building, heading straight for reception, where I met a flirty, ginger-haired woman.
“Good evening, sir.How may I help you?”She batted her eyelashes at me, then leaned over the countertop so that I could get a view of her cleavage.
Only one woman had that kind of effect on me.Andrea.All she had to do was exist.
“I’m here to see Andrea Rossi, please.”I maintained a polite smile.
“Is she expecting you?”
“It’s meant to be a surprise,” I told her.Her smile faltered a little, almost turning hostile.“She is not interested in making it public yet, but I’m her fiancé.”Her eyes widened.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir.I didn’t know,” she apologized.Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment because she realized that she was trying to flirt with her boss’s fiancé.
Andrea might not be wearing my ring right now, but what was the harm in exaggerating things a little more than they were?
“Her office is on the top floor.Right after the employee’s cubicle, the secluded office in the space.”She filled me in.
I threw her a curt nod and approached the elevator that transported me to the top floor.I navigated my way through the cubicle, earning suspicious and flirty glances from both males and females.My face lit up with a shit-eating grin as I knocked on her door.
“Come in.”She sounded exhausted.
Has my girl been overworking herself?
I pushed the door open, letting myself into the cozy space.She wasn’t in her seat.
“What the hell are you doing here, and who the hell let you in in the first place?”her voice thundered through the room.It was harsh, dismissive, and nothing like the woman who begged me to fuck her.
My eyes snapped toward the other side of the room, catching her pair of flawless legs that seemed to go on forever—legs that were wrapped around me as I fucked her wet little cunt the other night.Blood rushed to my cock, hardening it to the point of pain.
“Are you deaf?”she repeated with so much hostility, tossing the book in her hands on the couch next to her.
