Billionaire gangster falls for a single Mom.

The Sprint.

"When I say stop, I really mean stop!" I yelled, but Bravyn was rude and probably had little regard for women.

"Stop pretending you didn't like what we just did; sometimes you get to bend your rules a little and enjoy some good romance!" Bravyn told her, trying to hold her hands so she could stop wriggling out wildly.

I reached out for the door, and it gave in. I walked out and stepped into the corridor of the nearest shop. I had never been one for impulsive decisions, and yet there I was, standing alone in a dimly lit corridor, shaking with a mixture of fear and adrenaline.

My lips felt swollen from the intensity of the kiss,and I could still taste his aftershave on my tongue. I had no intentions of loving him or falling for any of his traps, not the way he wanted, but I kissed him anyway.

As I tried to catch my breath and steady my trembling body steadily. I couldn't help but wonder what had possessed me to do such a thing. It was not like me to act without thinking things through, especially when it came to matters of the heart. But probably that was exactly the problem; for once, I was not overthinking things.

I had consumed more wine than I had anticipated. I had gone too long without a man's touch, and every time he touched me, it felt like an electric shock. I stared at him. He was sitting in his Lamborghini, unconcerned about my situation, even though it was cold outside. I chastise the man who requires my assistance. He could hear my breathing from his car, which was not far from the road, but kept his gaze fixated on an object inside his car.

I was torn between my life as a single mother and Bravyn, who probably wanted to sleep with me and leave me. Bravyn was trying hard to vie for my attention, but thank God, even before I fell for his traps, his character had been exposed.

Bravyn was very sophisticated, and he knew what to say to make me feel special, but how could I be with him? Even with all his charming and easy-going tactics, he dropped off once in a while, but he had a knack for making me laugh even when I didn't want to; he called me darling and acted like I had just dropped from the moon. And that light would cast on my dark shadows of the past, lighting me up and making my eyes sparkle like a small girl. But yet, I cannot show him my teeth.

Even after rejecting him twice, he has the guts to force me into something that I am not comfortable doing. My God, what is wrong with this man? If I tell him to stop, he is supposed to stop. I am not an object to be used and thrown at the dogs. I am past those days when a man could threaten me and beat me up, and I'll still look at him and think he was probably in love with me, and I cannot let it happen again.

I hate being with him the whole day. I was nervous a bit at first, knowing that it would be full of his high-powered colleagues and socialites, but to my surprise, I had actually been enjoying myself. I was put in a deserted area alone to enjoy the well-mowed lawns and the peeps from his girls.How could I let myself be misled like that? I could have been seen analyzing the look in his eyes; he wanted something from me but I was not ready to give it, and yet I had allowed myself to be swept up in the moment.

How am I going to undo that sweet feeling, that moment that's laced with emotions, while I stand here feeling like a complete fool? What was I going to do? I knew what I needed to do now was go to my hotel and sleep it off, but the problem was that I did not know where I was sleeping or where my hotel was located. I looked up to see him sitting in his car, probably waiting for me to come over so we could pick up where he had left off. I could not bear the thought of sitting next to him again, and I knew I would not make it through the one week I would promised to stay.

He was aware I didn't have a place to run to; this was Play City, and I was a stranger there. I tried to play a fool and see what he would do. There was an exit in front of me, and I made my way towards it. I feel guilty for leading him on. I don't know how it happened since it was not my intention, but I am glad it has happened. This was a sign. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed to speak my mind boldly and without fear.

As I stepped out into the crisp night air, I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head. I knew I needed to take some time for myself and sort out my needs once and for all. But deep down, I was terrified that I might end up hating this man forever.

"Where do you think you are going?" Bravyn asked, with his head stuck through the open window. He got out of the car and started walking towards me.

My heart skipped a beat as he approached. He was draining my energy, looking at his dark hair, piercing dark eyes, and chiseled features. He was affecting me. I tried to fight that feeling of fear and wanting to kiss him again. I shuddered with the fear of the unknown. His face was cold, and he had a sneer on his face, like he was pitying me or planning to do something to me.

He lunged forward and kissed me passionately on the lips as soon as he closed the gap between us. I was taken aback. I could never accept him again, yet I did. I felt my anger rise, and my face turned tomato red. I had to stop this once and for all.

"You've got no right to kiss me!" I shouted and pushed him away.

But Bravyn didn't seem to care; he just smiled and said," Come on, Shelby, you know you want me. I can see it in your eyes.".

I rolled my eyes and ran to the Lamborghini, hoping to escape from him and go back to Ivy's hotel. That was safer than being outside here in the dark, just the two of us.But Bravyn followed me, climbing into the driver's seat and revving up the engine.

Before I knew it, we were speeding down the freeway with drivers weaving in and out of traffic like madmen. I was terrified but also strangely exhilarated. I had never experienced anything like this before.

But as we drove, Bravyn kept talking about his life, his business, and his relationships. He was charming and charismatic, and I found myself slowly listening, wanting to know more about him.

I was so hooked up, like I was falling under his spell—that same spell that I was trying to cast out of my life. I felt like I was attracted to it. No wonder I needed time to myself so that I could learn how to reject, how not to feel, and how to stay away from his emotional betrayal. He had a very big impact on me and if we continued like this, I'd find myself saying yes when I was supposed to say no.

"There are your hotel apartments," he said, pointing at a building before us. I didn't believe him; he had taken me to a different place and told me I was supposed to stay there, but when I stepped out, it was just a shop corridor with no sign of a hotel in the neighborhood. Rather than responding, I just clicked.

As we approached the apartment building, I knew that I had to end this. I couldn't let Bravyn take control of my life like that. I had to assert my independence and show him that I was my own person.

I got out of the Lamborghini when he stopped in the parking lot, and without waiting for him to lead me, I ran for my life towards the apartment. Bravyn was surprised to see me sprint like that; he tried calling me sweet names and begging for me to come back to him.

But I kept running, not sure where I was going, but I was determined to escape from Bravyn's grasp. I feared this time he might go ahead and do the unthinkable, and the strong me seemed to have deserted me, leaving me in the hands of a ruthless man. classic .

"I could wait for him at the reception, and then he would give me my key, and I would have that rest that I needed for myself." That's what my head kept telling me over and over again, giving me the morale to keep running till I got to the reception.

Finally, I stopped, panting and gasping for breath, and Bravyn caught up with me, and instead of being angry, he pulled me into his arms and tried to calm me down.

"Sherry, please don't fear me. I need you in my life, and I can't live without you!" He said he was hugging me.

"I don't fear you." I shouted,

"I can see the fear and terror in your eyes. I am sorry for making you feel this way. Believe me, I cannot do any harm to you or take advantage of you. I need your consent to make love to you!" Bravyn continued without caring about the people who were seated there.

"But you're going to respect my choices. You cannot control me and keep counting on me every time you want. You should understand that I am not one of your girls. If I tell you to stop, I mean it, or else I will not speak to you again for the rest of my life!" I told him with a firm tone that I also didn't care who was present.

" So you agree to be my girlfriend!" Bravyn asked excitedly.

" Bravyn, I can not do it," I said, pushing him away, "I am sorry, but we can not be together." I need to be free tomorrow so that I can explain why I do not need a man with me right now. Remember, I have a daughter who has a father, and convincing her that she has another father who is not her father will be difficult; after I tell you everything, you will understand!"

Bravyn, for a moment, was startled and looked hurt and confused, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was not the first time for him to hear those words from Shelby.

As for me, I stood my ground. I knew that this was the right decision for me. She was the only one who could make it stop because Bravyn was violating her privacy or forcing her to betray her own emotions. How can I fall for what I detest the most?

"I will pick you up tomorrow, or do you need me to take you to your room?" Bravyn had the guts to ask. He was a man, and he had to keep pushing.

"Give my future wife the keys Gainty has reserved for her, Christie," Bravyn said. I was surprised to hear that name, and I turned my head. I thought she was his secretary. What was she doing here?

Bravyn saw my reaction and was quick to add, Christine is here for logistics; this hostel apartment belongs to me too!" He then smiled at everyone present—that's like five other people.He was not even aware they were present.

I was given the keys and stared at Bravyn. "Bring me my bag and purse; I think I left them in your car!" I told him I wasn't sure how he was going to react when he turned around and started walking towards where we came from. I rolled my eyes in disbelief and headed to my apartment.