A Virgin For His Scandalous Proposal

Chapter Eight

What the hell was wrong with me anyway?

I kept that position until Theo walked out of the room, and shut the door, leaving me to.my wayward thoughts.

THEO

The first thing I noticed when I walked back into the room, was how stiff Bella looked in her chair. She sat so rigid like a statue, that I almost wanted to check on her, just to see of she was alright.

But my eyes landed on the file in her hands, and from how tight it held onto the file, I knew something in there had annoyed the s**t out of her.

And I was ready for her fire. I knew it was just brewing below the surface.

I only just got my butt on my seat, when she finally spoke. "I do not agree with all these rules." She said. Her voice so low, that I had to strain my voice to hear her.

I raised a brow, clearly enjoying her display of annoyance. "And what rule did you not agree with?" I asked, playing along so I could hear what she had to stay. I was ready to taunt the hell out of her, just for the fun of it. I suspected it was going to be quite a delight watching Isabella Peterson get pissed.

"First off, I and my workers would not be moving into your building, Zverev. It's a partnership, and not a merger." She said, and I just huffed. That wasn't something I needed to discuss with her at all, as things had already been set in motion.

"We'll see about that." I simply said, still smirking. The call I had gone to make outside, was a deal, finalizing on the sale of the building they currently owned. Micheal was in so much debt, he had lost that building weeks ago, and it seemed he hadn't informed his daughter yet. And looking at all the operating costs involved, there was no way I was going to pay for a damn building, when I had space in mine. No way in hell!

Hah!

"What else?" I asked, moving from that topic. I didn't want to say more than I had already said.

Bella narrowed her eyes at me, and turned the page. I almost laughed, but held myself. That page, and the two after it, were filled with rules for our marriage. Rules I enjoyed writing as I planned to make her so uncomfortable during the entire two years.

"I won't cook for you, I won't go with you to work everyday, I won't have breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with you everyday, I want my own room_" she took at deep breath, and looked pointedly at me. "And even if this is a sham of a marriage, you will definitely not be bringing any kind of woman into this house, all in the name of me respecting your privacy, and you wanting to have a good time. I wouldn't want the paparazzi having a chill time printing out pages upon pages of your crazy scandalous behavior, and dragging me into it." She said, sounding out of breath as she finished.

I c****d my head to the side, making sure she was done, before I spoke. "You will cook for me, you will go to work with me, you will have breakfast, lunch and dinner with me....and...about the last part..." I drawled, wasting time intentionally. "It's none of your business, what I do with other women. Unless you are jealous already."

Bella's lips drew into an irritated pout, and fir the umpteenth time, I held down my laughter. I was serious about everything else, except the part of her staying my room. It was just to irritate her, and it was working.

"Why would I be jealous? I have no problem with you being with other women, just like you shouldn't have any problem with me being with other men, but at least, take it to somewhere private. Just like I would do when it comes to me." Her words after 'men' sounded like gibberish to me, as I felt like my ears were ringing.

Unfiltered Jealousy coursed through me, as my hands drew into a fist. When I had written that, I hadn't thought about the fact that Bella would be seeing other men. I hadn't thought about it because I had had her thoroughly investigated, and right as we spoke, there was nothing on her being with any man. Or was she so perfect at hiding it?

That thought didn't sit well with me. At all.

I stood up and took the file from her, rather harshly, trying to control my anger. "Are you seeing any one?" I asked, pretending to look through the file, even if my whole attention was on her...waiting for her answer.

She stuttered a little, apparently taken abavk by my question. "Huh? I_well_if I am seeing any one, then what is it to you? It's not like he wouldn't understand that he would wait for me for two years, and then we could live our lives." Her answers only served to anger me the more. And I didn't know when I had slammed my hands and the file, directly in front of her. I was bent so I was very close to her. So close I could see her eyes twitch as she appeared to be shocked by my actions.

Good.

Serves her right.

"You will have to break up with him. And you won't be seeing anyone till out contract is over." I said, not bothering to his or mince my words. No way I hell was she going to punish me sexually day and night, and go elsewhere to satisfy herself.

"Excuse me?" Bella asked, leaning back against the chair. "What the hell is your problem? You can have other women, and I can't have a relationship? It's just a contract not a real marriage." At this point, her voice was rising, and I didn't care.

Hell! Many images of her with other men were starting to fill my mind,and only fueled my anger.

I looked at her for a few moments, without saying anything, before I finally took a deep breath. "Fine." I said, then pointed at the contract. "No women." Not that I was even thinking about it in the first place, but damn....how was I going to survive the next twenty four months with the constant erection she gave me?

Bella blinked severally, then licked her lips. A movement that sent tingles down my c**k. "No men." She replied, and licked her lips again.

Fuck!

I wanted to kiss her so bad. My own lips tingled just from thinking about how hers would feel against mine. And we were so close....

BELLA

My lips had suddenly gone dry, and I found myself darting out my tongue every now and then to get it wet. I was nervous. Theo was making me nervous. And I suspected he was doing it intentionally. Teasing me, and bringing out the worst in me.

What the hell was that all about? He had acted like he gave a damn about what I did with other men. Surely, he didn't want me, and shouldn't have cared less if I was sleeping with other men. A thought which made me scoff inside of me. I was a virgin with a capital letter 'V', and wasn't thinking of loosing that title anytime soon. Although, with the way things were going with Theo and I, I was getting sexually frustrated.

Right now, as he stared at me with a look I could not interpret, I felt my n*****s harden against the light material of the bra I was wearing. And then there was that trickle of heat in my stomach, which increased by each second, until it was not just a trickle, but fill blown heat.

"For the next two years, you are my wife. Contract or not." Theo suddenly said, eyes trained one my....lips?

What was emwrong with him?

His voice had dropped so low, to a husky whisper, and I fidgeted in my seat, feeling uncomfortable.

I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again, just like he had done the last time we had met. Even if it had not ended well, I hadn't been able to get that kiss off my mind.

"I guess...." I trailed off, clearing my throat as I tried to speak. "I should go home then, and you can call me when you have reviewed the contract." I said, and shut my eyes tightly for a nano second, before forcing myself off my seat, and on my feet. The movement drew my attention to how wet my p***y had become. Not only wet, but swollen too.

Oh dear.

I clenched my thighs together, and gestured to the door. "Good bye." I said, and walked past him. He was looking at me like he wanted to ravish me, and I was having a hard time determining if it was a good thing or bad thing.

I was halfway close to the door, when a warm hand clasped over my arm. I stilled as I felt the warmth from his hand seep through the shirt I was wearing.

"Why do you look like you are running away from me?" Theo asked, and turned me around so I was facing him.

Shit!

We were so close that I could feel the heat from his body. I was a tall girl, but Theo was way taller, and I only managed to reach his jawline. So I had to look up of wer were standing. Which I did. Slowly.

"What_what are you talking about?" I asked, swallowing when my gaze met his dark ones. My body reacted instantly and I felt the heat pooling in my belly, increase.

Theo grinned, and c****d his head to the side. "You know what I'm talking about.... Isabella." He said, and stepped closer to me, and as if he knew I would step back, clasped his other hand over my second arm.

I was trapped.

"I don_n't know anything, Z_Zverev. Let me_me go!" I tried to pull away, but to no avail. His hands were like iron round mine.

"Christ! Just stay still!" He hissed. "Why do you look terrified like I want to do something else other than kiss those full lips of yours that have done nothing but torment me all morning!" He bit out harshly.

Wait ....what?

A second or two passed without either of us saying anything, and just when I opened my mouth to say something, Theo let go of me like I was a pot of hot oil.

He turned around, his back to me, and placed his hands in his pocket. "I shouldn't have said that." Be said I'm a low voice, with his back still facing me.

I contemplated moving towards him...but just stood where I was. "Theo_" I started to say, bit was cut off by him.

"You should leave. I have a meeting in an hour." And just when I stood, mouth agape in confusion, he turned around and left the room without a word, leaning only the scent of his cologne, and the imprint of his fingers on not just my arms, but my soul.

As I tried to focus, and make my way out of his apartment, I couldn't help the question that made its way into my mind.

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.