A Virgin For His Scandalous Proposal

Chapter Nine

Was Theo Zverev playing with me?

Was he trying to toy with me and leave me high and dry? Because that was what it was looking like!

Maybe, just maybe, I had made a bargain with the devil.

THEO

I walked back to my room feeling pissed as hell. Mostly at myself for talking to her like that, and then at her for tempting me like that. Didn’t she know it was for her own good? I didn’t want a woman. I was done with women and their antics. If only Micheal had not asked of this favor, I would be well satisfied with my usual arrangements that made the media tag me as scandalous. But I knew Bella was different. Ever since she came into my life, I hadn't had the time to even think of another woman. Which was odd, come to think of it.

The thought made me huff in annoyance.

I wanted her....there was no denying it. She was a walking d**k-magnet. Just her thighs and I was hard as a rock. Darn!

I had already had her checked a long time ago and had found nothing on her. Nothing. But the fact still remained that this was a marriage which was not real, and was only going to last for two years. Two years in which I wanted to do my best to stay away from her.

When I had kissed her the first time, she had awoken something in me that I had wanted to stay buried layers deep. Isabella Peterson was the best kiss I had ever had. Ever. And just one taste, had sent me over the edge, even up till now. And there was also the fact that I had c*m all over my kitchen floor just from thinking about her damn thighs. Gosh! I felt like a highschool student, all over again. But...why were her thighs so creamy?...

Sighing, I pulled at the buttons of my shirt, itching for a shower. God knows I needed one. Very badly. At least I could wash away the evidence of what I had done to myself, in the kitchen. But the memories, Theo….my treacherous mind teased.

God! This was hard!

BELLA

I wasn’t looking forward to our dinner date. The blasted dates we had, just to lie and pretend to the media over and over again.

I was still pissed as hell at him, and no amount of calming from Carol had actually done anything. Not that she knew about the damn contract. But she had found me pissed, and had concluded it was a lover’s quarrel. Not that I had objected.

I sat facing the mirror and sighed for the one hundredth time that evening. It had been long days of internal torture as I prepared for my wedding with Theo. I mean, it wasn’t a church wedding, but it was enough to send me on a nervous frenzy.

The knock on the door startled me a little, and I rushed over, thinking it was a delivery, or even carol, who had a habit of forgetting her keys…. or something. I wasted no time opening the door and was shocked when I saw who was standing at my door, looking as nonchalant as ever, with a raised brow and a little crease on his forehead. He had a round neck on, that seemed to just cling to him like it was painted on.

“Change of plans.” Theo said, looking down at my tshirt only clad body, and smirking. “We aren’t having dinner at the restaurant anymore.” He said, and continued staring.

I was tempted to bite back at him the way he did when it was me staring, but his words got to me.

“W_what do you mean by that?” I asked with a frown as I battled between staying on topic, and looking down, below his neck. “You know that dinner is among our_” I tried to say, but was cut off by Theo.

“Our nothing. Wear something light. There I this place I would like to show you. Consider it a treat..” He said, and for a moment, I stood there bewildered and unsure of what to say. I wasn’t dwelling on the fact that he was being bossy, but focused on the part where he wanted to give me a…treat?

“Are you…?” My mouth opened and closed as I struggled to reply.

Theo grinned, showing his beautiful white teeth as they contrasted invitingly with his lips. My betraying eyes lingered more than it should on his lips as a lot of thoughts filled my head. Thoughts that had no business being there…“Am I what? Unless you don’t want to go? I could change my mind and we could go to our boring dinner in the restaurant where you would probably sleep from the slow music and the minimal speaking.” Amd just like that, I let out a laugh. It wasn’t intentional, but it came out, and there was no going back.

Theo Zverev. Ruthless Greek billionaire….was trying to make a joke. And it was working because I had the scenery of what he was saying, appear in my head almost immediately. And damn if it wasn’t as boring as he said….probably more boring.

He nodded with a smile and pulled away from the doorway. “I thought as much.” He said, winking at me. “I’ll see you in an hour.” And just like that, he left, still smiling.

I must have stood at that door for what felt like thirty minutes…still shocked at the exchange I had just had with my fiancé.

If anything, I was so f*****g excited at the prospect of seeing what he had to show me.

And him of course.

Why I had suddenly gotten excited was beyond me. And there was that crazy flutter, low in my belly.

Just where exactly, was Theo Zverev taking me to?

THEO

I stood by the door waiting for Bella as I used the spare time to make some business calls. I was currently on the phone with Dylan, and he was explaining to me how he was having the time of his life representing me in a meeting. Both my secretary and assistant did a hell of a job, and deserved every penny they earned. Dylan was currently filling in for my assistant, who in turn, was filling in for me in another state.

“Dylan, I don’t want to get to that office and find out that all my chocolates are gone.” It was something I kept a secret for reasons unknown to me. But I loved that sugary goodness like it was the last thing on earth. I never played with chocolate. Dylan had once called me an addict, after scoring the grocery store four times that week, and I had proudly owned up to it.

Apart from my cousin, who visited me from time to time, he was the only other person who took frequent visits to my stash in the office.

Speaking of my cousin, Colton and Anne, his wife, were arriving tomorrow, and boy was I glad to see them.

“You don’t have to worry, Sir. I’ll take absolute good care of them.

Why did his reply sound more like a threat than a genuine promise to me? I was about replying when Bella’s door opened, and she stepped out, leaving me speechless.

Clad in a soft white top, that moulded her breasts so well, I had to swallow, and loose jean trousers that hugged her hips and the tip of her buttocks, Bella walked out of her apartment, looking glorious as ever. I peeped a pair of white sneakers that matched her outfit perfectly.

Oh dear.

Why wad I reacting this way to a woman in jeans and a white top? I knew it was an everyday wear for some people, but for Bella, she looked like a peice of cake. One that I wanted to take a bite from.

I cleared my throat, drawing her attention. “Shall we?” I asked, extending my arm as she walked over to where I was standing.

Bella looked at my arm wearily and licked her lips. “Yea…uhmm…” why was she hesitating?

Annoyed, I took her hand in mine and let out a breath as memories washed over me. Her hand was so warm and her skin so soft to touch, that I was having a hard time pushing the desire to lift her knuckles to my lips. I blinked hard and with everything in me, turned my attention into getting us to our destination without doing something stupid or crazy.

The car ride was really quiet and I hated it . Hated it because I wanted so badly to talk to her, and not just talking , considering how cozy being in an enclosed space like this was. But then again, being in an enclosed space was going to cause me a lot of trouble. Just having her seat close to me and feeling her heat from time to time was almost driving me insane.

I turned my attention instead, to the little treat I was giving her tonight. The plan was to take her around the water falls and little aquarium before heading back as early as we could. There were little cabin tubes that overlooked the beach and sky, for couples to sleep in, but we weren’t one. If not….it would have been so….

It would have been so nothing, Theo.

A voice in my head echoed, dragging me out of my wayward thoughts. She was close…but so out of reach. Micheal may have handed his daughter over to me, on a platter. But that platter was definitely made out of golden eggs. Eggs which I wasn’t supposed to crack.

I was very sure he wasn’t going to entertain the idea of me trying anything on his only daughter. The warning after that first kiss had been clear as day, and I wasn’t going to take it lightly.

“We are here.” I said, pulling the car into the parking space just a few meters away from the beach. It was already pretty dark in the sky, and I knew that was the perfect time to give Bella a tour. The water here was magical at night, and once I remembered how I stumbled upon it, I couldn’t stop the smile that found way to my lips.

“Oh?” She said, looking out of the window. Her thick mass of curly hair was bound into a ponytail, and I raised my hands for a moment, itching to release it from its prison, mage of plastic bands, just so I could feel them in my fingers…but changed my mind as I switched of the ignition instead.

Isabella Peterson was trouble.

I quickly got out of the car and rounded it to her own side, so I could open the door for her. But by the time I got there, Bella was already on her way out, making us run smack into each other. She yelped as she started to fall back and in that instant, I shot my hand out, wrapping it around her waist to steady her, while I used the other hand to hold the door still. Between the both of us, I don’t know how we ended up so close…if it was I who pulled her to me out of reflex, or she who jerked forward out of fear. Not whichever one it was, we ended up pressed against each other.

For a moment, we stood there just breathing each other in, with my eyes trained on her lips, and her, just standing there. I wanted to kiss her so badly. Just this once. Just this once and I would satisfy my curious mouth. Just this once and I could get a taste of her that would last me a long time. Her soft breasts were smashed against my torso, and for a moment, I wondered if she wore anything underneath her shirt.

Isabella Peterson was trouble.

And she confirmed my thoughts by licking her lips and drawing the bottom lips into her mouth as she looked straight into my eyes, daring me.

Fucking hell….

Just kiss her already, damn it! A voice in my head screamed, making me inch closer..