A Virgin For His Scandalous Proposal

Chapter Seven

"Go down, you idiot." I said, eying the sorry state of my c**k. If it heard me, it probablywas mocking me, because a picture of Bella's thigh flashed through my mind, and I groaned in frustration as I did something I hardly ever did.

Oh f**k.

THEO

I slipped my hand down the front of my trousers, letting out a low grown ax my palm slid accross my c**k. f**k. It felt so good.

I didn't know when I pulled the zip down, and freed my c**k, pulling out the dark fleshy meat, that was so engorged, it almost hurt, just touching it. But I was far too gobe to care. I just needed some relief. At least so that I could relieve myself of my arousal. The last thing I wanted was to be walking around, with an erection, while Bella was in my apartment.

Bella. I thought, as I wrapped my fingers around my hot flesh, and began to stroke it slowly.

She was the cause of if all. Why hadn't she worn a sack or something. Something that would have coveted every inch of her...

That way, I wouldn't have the image of her creamy thighs implanted in my memory permanently. That way, I wouldn't start to imagine my hand sliding along her soft flesh, and feeling just how silky her thighs were. I wouldn't have to imagine her moaning and parting her legs so my seeking hands would find their way to her p***y, which I knew would be wet and ready for me.

I bit my tongue and closed my eyes, stroking my c**k eben faster, as I imagined parting her folds and finding her clit, which I knew would be hard and sensitive to my touch. From her voice, I knew she would have the wildest moans...

I imagined her lips part, as I slipped one finger, then two, into her wetness, while at the same time, rubbing her clit with my thumb, as I stroke her to orgasm.

I moaned as I shot my load all over my kitchen floor, biting down on my lips to keep myself from making any noise while I milked my c**k of whatever was left in there.

Fuck.

I hardly masturbated...but this was....fucking good.

It took me a couple of seconds to remember where I was, and why I was in the kitchen in the first place.

Shit!

I slipped my c**k back into my trousers and set about, cleaning my kitchen to remove any trace of semen.

Guilt washed through me, but I pushed it away. It has been her fault after all.

I washed my hands and took the water out of the refrigerator, then took combed my fingers through my hair, before walking out of the kitchen, and back to my guest, whom I knew was going to be oysers at me for wasting so much time.

I had the perfect lie and excuse already planned.

Damn it!

How had I let myself get carried away?

BELLA

Exactly how long was it supposed to take, to get water for me? I had been sitting down for over twelve minutes, waing for Theo, and he was no where to be found. Was he doing it intentionally? Or had he hit his head and currently lay unconscious in the kitchen? The second thought seemed too far....but still....

My phone rang, vibrating inside my handbag, and even as I opened it to see who it was, I could akrwady guess it was my father. He had left over seven missed calls this morning already, like he knew where I was going to, and what I was about to do.

Carol.

I frowned, a little bit surprised at her call, since i had left her at home, only about half an hour ago. I answered the phone, placing it to my ears.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, once the lines were connected. There was a little shuffle I'm the background, before she answered.

"Not really.....but I wanted to ask for permission to wear your leather boots, the one that stops just at the middle of your thighs..." She said, using a child voice, but I wasn't having it.

"Oh no, don't you dare." I said. "The last time you borrowed my boots, you brought them back in pieces. Only the heavens know what hat happened to them. So no, don't you dare touch my boots." I finished, raising a brow like she could see me.

I usually had no problem sharing my things with Carol, and usually ended up giving them to her, but not this time. I hadn't even used them yet.

No wonder she had been off at home. She had known I would refuse, and probably lock my room door. Which frankly, I would have done if I were to be at home.

"Please....Bella...I promise I woulr bring them back in perfect condition. I promise." She tried, but I just shook my head.

"Nope. You can have any other thing, but that." I said, standing firm on my decision. I was about to speak again again, when I heard a door close, and saw Theo making his way towards me. "I said no. I got to go now. Bye." I told a complaining Carol, and hung up.

"I'm so sorry for wasting so much time. I got an important call from work, which couldn't wait." he said, and placed the bottle of water in front of me.

I didn't bother looking at the water, as I had my eyes trained on him. Something about him looked off. He didn't look the way he did when he had left to her the water for me.

He looked a little bit .... disheveled...

Maybe the person who had called, had said something to worry him, or at least make him a little bit trying troubled?

Jeez...

What did I care anyway?

"It's fine." I lied. "So....about why I'm here." I started, picking up the bottle of water. "We have a pending matter to discuss." I opened the cap and gulped some of the water down, suddenly feeling very thirsty. Being in the same room with Theo, with out anyone around, was making my thoughts go wild. A lot of what ifs had clouded my mind, and I was hahong a hard time shutting off those thoughts.

Theo nodded, not looking at me. "About that...." He gestured behind him. "We should go to my meeting room. It would be better to have that conversation in there, and not here.

I shrugged, uncrossing my legs, and getting up. He had a point. But then again, he had a meeting room in his house? Just what exactly did he use it for?

I hadn't realized I had spoken out loud, until Theo let out a chuckle, and answered me.

"It's just an extra room, Isabella." My ears perked as he addressed me by my full name. "I use it for online meetings, like zoom." He said as he took us to a door, which he opened, and waitec for me to go in first.

I walked in, getting a whiff of his cologne. Enough to make my stomach tingle. It was probably the best cologne ever....and had to be really expensive. Because as light as it smelled, it smelled so f*****g good.

The room had a table, with six chairs around it. And even if Theo said he only did online meetings in here, I still felt like he was lying.

"Please have a seat. The file is over there, in the table." He said from behind him, and I did as he asked, taking the seat that had the file in front of me, while Theo sat directly opposite from me. "You can have a look at it." He said, going straight to the point.

"Okay...." I said slowly, peering at it. "Can I have at least a hint of what is inside?" I asked, not yet ready to touch it yet. I risked a peek at him, only to fi d him staring straight at me, so I looked away, feeling my cheeks go red.

"No. Read it." He commanded, making me jump slightly in my seat. I bit my lower lip, and stared at the file intensely.

Whatever lay inside, was going to determine how I lived my life for the next two years.

Oh dear!

I was well aware of him staring at me, while I pulled the file closer and looked through it.

It was the contract for our marriage. And as I read through it, a frown found its way to my forehead, while my heart began to thump against my chest.

What in the world was this?

The first page was quite forward, with him listing out the guidelines for the partnership between my father, and him. But as I looked down, I saw my name. Theo had requested....no, demanded that in order for a partnership agreement to be reached between he and my father, I had to agree to work in his own building, alongside him. That was the most ridiculous thing I has ever heard in a long time.

I looked at him in shock, with my lips parted open.

What there hell?

"Why do I have to be involved? I'm not the owner of my father's business." I complained, eying him. In the contract, he wrote that I would have to be in all the meetings with him and my father. Which I couldn't agree to. "I have nothing to do with my father's business."

Theo only shrugged and placed his hands on the table, staring at me, with a smug smile on his handsome face. "Oh, but you will from now on. I don't know how you want to do it. How else would I know you are not cooking up something in the guise of not being part of the company. I'm marrying you, not your father." He answered, and I almost choked at the last statement.

Everything was fast begining to feel too real.

I was about to protest when he just shushed me. "Take your time, and go through the contract. I have an important call to make, and I guess you would have been done by the time I came back." He said, standing up, and smoothing down his shirt.

The movements he made, caused his biceps to flex against the thin material of the cotton button down shirt he was wearing, bringing my attention to the fact that he visited the gym a lot.

Phew.

I wondered what he would look like, under that shirt...

Bella!

I scolded myself as I began to feel hot, squirming in my seat.

I didn't give Theo a reply, and instead lowered my head, to hide my very prominent blush.

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.