Sold to the Devil

VIII - KISS

We didn't stay that long in the Eiffel Tower. As soon as Devin thought that the paparazzi had taken enough pictures, he wanted to go home.

"Can you take my picture first? Please?" I pleaded while handing him my phone. I'm actually tempted to just call the pap from the corner.

"Fine." he sighed after staring at my puppy eyes. At least my charms work on him in public. He took the phone from my hand and asked me to walk to the edge. I turned my back on him, wanting my bare back to be captured in the photo.

"This is enough." he said after a few clicks.

"How about us?" I asked. "Don't we have to post on social media or something?"

He just looked at me like I had said something weird. Where did he come from, seriously? Didn't he know that social media are the thing right now?

"If you really want people to know about our dating status, we should at least be seen on each other's social media accounts." I told him.

"I don't have one," he answered flatly.

"Okay. We'll post on mine then." I suggested.

"Wouldn't it be too much?" he asked.

"Of course not. One photo won't hurt." he still looked doubtful.

I sighed and held his hand. I took a few steps away from him without letting him go.

"Now take a shot with our hands in the picture." I instructed him. I held our joined hands in front of me, then I raised the other one to show the magnificent view behind me. I smiled widely, almost showing all my teeth.

He stared at me for a while before finally taking a shot. I told him to take a few ones so that we have options. He did it even though he looked morbid. I wanted to laugh at him.

"Remember the paparazzi around." I whispered while pretending to hug him. He pressed his face on my hair and groaned.

Without saying a word, he pulled me to go down the tower. We rode to the car where his assistant and driver were waiting. Perhaps he let Walter and my driver go home already.

We were both quiet on our way back. When I got bored, I checked the pictures that we got.

"Is it okay if I post this?" I asked while showing him the picture.

"Let Walter handle it. He'd know what to do," he answered, without even bothering to look at it.

I pouted and decided to just let it go. I kept quiet until we reached the hotel. He held my hand but when we got to the elevator, he let it go. I suddenly felt cold when he did that. I stared down at my hand. I can still feel the warmth of his hand on mine. I sighed, turning my gaze on the number panel instead. I watched the numbers change as we went up one floor at a time. We went inside our separate rooms when we got into the suite.

It’s already midnight but I’m still wide awake. I’ve been thinking deeply about my current situation. Honestly, at first I got so overwhelmed that I was able to escape that miserable life with my mom and her husband. I was so happy and blinded by all the luxuries around me that I failed to realize the pit that I had gotten myself into.

But now, everything is slowly sinking into my head.

I was sold to an unknown man. No matter how wealthy or hot he is, he still bought me like I’m just some kind of cheap merchandise.

He wants me to become his wife for an unknown reason and I still don’t get our set-up. I didn’t understand much about the contract, but I signed it. How could I be so damn stupid?

Ugh! I groaned and closed my eyes. I need to sleep now. I still have a long day tomorrow. Again.

I kept on tossing and turning on my bed until I finally gave up on getting myself to sleep. I stood up and walked out of the bedroom. Perhaps that man wouldn’t mind if I would take one bottle of wine or champagne, right? I just need something to finally put me to sleep. Emmanuel would surely grill me tomorrow if I wouldn't be able to follow his commands. That man is a monster in disguise.

But all the thoughts inside my head flew out the window right after seeing Alistair standing behind the large French windows with a goblet in his hand. He is staring outside at the majestic view of the city of love. He is topless, only with grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low around his hip.

I gulped as my eyes travelled down from his lean but muscular back to his firm, round ass. I suddenly felt hot and bothered. My eyes were still ogling him when he suddenly turned around and caught me drooling over him.

My heart jumped to my throat when his eyes caught mine. I took in a harsh breath and tried to steady my breathing. My eyes wanted to travel down to his broad chest and further south, but my pride just wouldn’t let me. I know he’s hot but so am I! Otherwise, he wouldn’t choose me to become his wife. Rightt?

I tried so hard to keep my eyes on his face.

I could not clearly see his facial expression as it was dark. Only the city lights from his background illuminate his figure. He took a sip from his glass while still holding my gaze. He looked like a handsome devil sizing up his prey.

“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly after putting the goblet away from his lips.

“Uh- I…” I was speechless because my mind went blank. I cannot focus on anything aside from him. His dark hooded eyes seemed to be hypnotizing me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

“I can’t sleep. I just want a drink.” I said, trying to make my voice firm and confident.

He looked at me before tilting his head to the bar, as if telling me to go get it, so I did. I turned on my heels and grabbed the first bottle with my trembling hand. I didn't bother to check on it. I just poured some into a glass even though I just wanted to drink it straight from the bottle.

I don’t know why his presence bothers me this much. This past week, I have rarely seen him because he is busy with his business here in Paris as I was with my damn training. That’s it. Maybe I haven’t gotten used to him yet. The reason why I’m acting this way in front of him.

When I turned around, I saw him still looking at me. I cleared my throat before bringing the glass to my lips. I refuse to show him just how shaken I am with just a look at him.

"How about you? Why are you still up?" I forced myself to speak up instead of just stupidly gawking at him like a starstruck girl.

"I was just thinking," he simply answered.

I slowly took a sip and savored the bitter sweet liquid that filled my mouth, all the while trying to equal his intense gaze. The liquor made a hot trail inside my throat. Great! I got whiskey, not wine or champagne. I tried to act cool even though I wanted to spit it out. It was like a burning liquid that passed from my throat to my stomach.

Aah... I missed this.

“Can I ask you some… things?” I asked in an unsure tone after a while. He looks scary and I swear I feel like he can just grab me and throw me out the large window in a snap! But he didn't do that.

Instead, he just shrugged his shoulders before taking a seat. He draped his arms on the backrest of the couch. What is he doing? Is he trying to seduce me? Because it’s sure as hell working!

“Well, go on! I don’t have the whole night to answer your questions.” He cut my sinful thoughts.

“Why am I here?” I asked after clearing my throat.

“I already told you the answer to that,” he said in a husky voice.

“Then how about it? How am I going to be your wife? Are we going to get married for real?” I confusedly asked.

“Of course. Anybody can have access to legal documents these days. I need it to be legal in case somebody decides to snoop behind my back,” he declared in a sure tone.

“But…” I didn't know what to say.

“I can easily file for a divorce when the time comes.” he cut me off, as if he knew what I would say.

“Oh. Okay.” I pouted and stared at the liquor in my hand.

“Why do you even have to think about it? Even if I file for a divorce, the fact still remains that you are my property.” He took another sip from his glass while I stood in front of him speechless.

Right. Even if we get divorced, I would still remain as his property. I wanted to wince at that term. I feel like I'm a house or something.

“I bought you, remember? You are mine no matter what. You're at my mercy.” He said, emphasizing each word that he spewed out of his sexy mouth.

“I will do whatever the hell I want to do with you.” He dragged each word like he wanted me to really understand, but it only gave me a different shade to what he meant.

I am not sure whether I am just malicious or that’s what he really means, but I don’t understand why I am actually looking forward to it! With his physique, there is no doubt that he can really do everything he wants with me. I couldn’t help but gulp as my eyes wandered around his body again. Is it even legal to look this good? Did he undergo some kind of surgery to be able to look like this? It wasn't impossible, since he looked filthy f*****g rich. He can afford the best doctors to do the surgery. I shook my head. Why am I even thinking about it? It's none of my business!

I should think about my situation now, not his!

“I am my own person. You can’t buy me just like that.” I forced myself to speak when I finally remembered what we were talking about.

“I already did and you can’t do anything about it.” He stood up and walked up to me.

He stopped when he was just a hair's breadth away from me. He crouched down to level his face with mine.

“Now be a good girl and do as I say.” He said, staring into my now quivering lips. "Maybe that way I will be kind enough to give you a reward or even your freedom once all of these come to an end."

I couldn’t say anything because my heart was beating wildly inside my chest. I’m just so damn scared that he can hear my rapid heartbeats.

What now? I can’t even think of a sassy comeback, damn it!

“Do well with your training and we will get married as soon as you come back to New York.” His minty breath with a hint of alcohol hit my face as we were so close.

“As soon as I come back?” I confusedly asked.

“I will have my flight tomorrow. You have to stay here to finish your course for two weeks more. Walter will be staying with you,” he explained. His warm breath keeps on hitting my face whenever he talks. I should be disgusted, but why do I feel the opposite?

“He will stay here?” I stupidly asked while looking around our suite. Well, there are two bedrooms, so I guess that would be okay.

“What? Of course not! He has his own room downstairs.” He cupped my chin with his hand and held my face even closer to his.

“You are mine. Always remember that. Nobody can have you but me.” He said in a menacing tone that sent shivers down my spine.

We are so close that my mind can’t focus on anything else but his sinful lips. I couldn't even comprehend the words that he was saying.

Why can’t he just kiss me? If he can't, then I will...

“Noted Sir.” I draped my arms around his nape and pulled him down as I met his lips halfway.

I moaned the moment his moist lips touched mine. I’ve been kissed a lot of times before but I’ve never felt this way. It must be because I am really, really attracted to him. Like a moth to a fire, I know that I will be burnt but I still can’t help but desire him.

My head spun when he snaked his sturdy arms around my waist to pull me up to him. His lips moved aggressively over mine. My fingers clasped his hair and tried to return his fiery kisses. I can taste the alcohol in his mouth when I darted my tongue inside it.

He gripped my butt and lifted me up. I clutched my legs around his hips. He started walking without breaking our kiss. I just groaned when my back hit the cold glass of the floor to ceiling window. My head hit it with a thud that it actually hurt, but I didn’t mind.

He went on kissing me hungrily until his lips travelled to my jaw. His stubbles are lightly grazing my skin, making the sensations even more electrifying.

"Ah..." I moaned louder when his lips went lower to the crook of my neck.

I was already feeling so hot but I got lost when he suddenly stopped and dropped my legs back to the ground. I am still catching for breath, my arms still wrapped around his neck. I tried to pull him to kiss me again but I got shocked when he suddenly held my arms and untangled them from him.

He gave out a loud sigh before leaving me standing there.

Wait…

I wanted to call him but my pride got the better of me.

What just happened? Why did he just leave me here?

I waited for a while, thinking that he was just going to go get something, but I heard the click of his lock through the silence. He’s really not coming back here, is he?

I put my palm in front of my mouth and breathed into it. It smells fine, just with a hint of alcohol, but totally tolerable. Then why did he just stop?

Didn’t he like the way I kissed him? Did I turn him off? What?!

I am so confused. One second he is kissing me like there’s no tomorrow and then suddenly he will drop me like a hot potato?

Ugh! I rolled my eyes and stomped my way back to my room with the bottle of whiskey in my hand! It seems to me that I will be holding this bottle until I get to sleep instead of him...