Diego looked up at her face, his brow knitting hard. "Pee?"
Candy nodded immediately. Diego knew she was using this as an excuse just to get away from him. She made a deal with a devil like him, and then she was scared? One thing is for sure, he is definitely going to fuck her tonight. Candy's eyes slowly opened when she felt the man getting off her. "Be quick," he ordered. "The restroom?" "On the left," he replied, his voice showing he was getting impatient. Candy grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed into the restroom, shutting the door behind her. Her chest was heaving hard as she tried to calm herself. "Oh, that was scary," she muttered. Why can't he be patient? They just met today, and he wants to sleep with her? She doesn't even know him, neither does he. What if she has an infection? Candy knew he has the right, but she felt they were moving too fast. He had promised to protect her from her step mother, maybe this is worth it. While Candy was busy battling with herself in the restroom, Diego checked the time. This little woman had been in the restroom for over thirty minutes. Candy's knees were folded to her chest, she didn't know how long she had been here and knew the man must be waiting for her. She flinched when the door suddenly opened, those pair of dark metallic eyes shot a cold glare at her. "The hell?" "Sir, I was just... uhm..." She paused and stood to her feet. She was dressed up already and was so nervous. "If you're testing my patience, I've just reached my limit," he said sternly. Candy shifted back as he stepped closer. All the women Diego had been with do throw themselves at him, and he was used to it. Getting a different reaction made him hard on. "Can I make another request?" she asked, and Diego closed his eyes and opened them in annoyance. "What?" "Don't reveal the fact that I'm married to you," she said, shifting her gaze to the floor. "Why not?" He tilted his head to one side. "I want to create a life for myself first, so I can face my stepmother." "I can destroy her before the sun rises, you don't want that?" Diego raised his brow. "I want to avenge her myself and take what is mine," Candy replied with determination burning in her gaze. "Enough with the chit-chat," he said, holding her and dragging her close to himself. Her head bumped onto her hard chest. Before she could blink, he was kissing her hard, knocking out the air from her lungs. Candy tried struggling her way out but no avail, his grip was strong, holding her in place. His desperate lips were moving fast and hard on hers as he roughly pinned her against the wall. When he finally released her, her eyes were teary, her lips swollen and wet. She was breathing hard with her eyes closed. Diego gently brushed his thumb over her lips, noticing the small cut that oddly intrigued him. "Perhaps, you prefer here than the bedroom," he whispered. Candy heard the tear of her dress, he made her bend over, her ass facing up to him. "Sir? I'm not ready," she tried to get up, but the man pinned her head down, pulling up her gown. Her eyes shut when she felt his cold finger on her wet core. She was dripping wet. "Your body is saying otherwise, little woman. Stop me if you wanna leave." Candy's fists clenched. Maybe this is the price she has to pay if she is going to stay with this man. Her body jolted, and a cry left her lips when he began to push himself in. Gawd, he is huge and it hurts. "Easy," she couldn't help but plead. A groan of pleasure left his lips as he thrust hard into her completely. "Argh," a tear crept down her face, as the pain spread across her. Another thrust came, not giving her walls time to adjust. It hurts, but he's not stopping or going slow. As time goes on, her painful cries were slowly replaced by pleasure. Candy found herself moaning loudly for more, he never disappointed as he kept ramming her from behind. This pleasure was something she had never felt before, he was so good at it. Despite the discomfort, Candy couldn't deny she didn't want it to end. When she reached her climax, he held her neck and dragged her up. Her hair covered most of her face, her body sweating from the intense moment. Burying his face into the crook of her neck and cupping one of her exposed breasts, he command in a hoarse voice. "Don't you dare pass out, this is just the beginning." She immediately knew the reason why he was called the devil. ___ The news about Diego Gonzalez getting married was out, but no one knew the bride. This was an instruction given by Diego. "Mr. President is married?" "Oh my gosh, who is she?" The woman's identity wasn't revealed... "I never knew the President had a woman before; this is so shocking!" The Gonzalez Cooperation, the largest business firm in the city. They've won so many awards for being the most effective company. They own restaurants, clubs, schools, the entertainment industry, and many more under their names. These properties were being managed by the Billionaire Devil, Diego. Talking of rivals and enemies, Diego has a lot and would gladly teach them a lesson. He became a CEO at the age of 18, after making the company win an impossible contract. He is 29, still performing wonders with business. Due to his dark past, he was ruthless. He only showed his caring side to his grandfather and Jameson, the only people he knew loved him. Others are just deceivers. At this moment, the company was in chaos. The word wedding doesn't seem to be in the president's dictionary, but it miraculously happened. How did his family manage to do it? Did they drug him before the wedding? In the boardroom, Diego sat on his black shinny chair, his finger rested on the bridge of his nose as he listened to the shareholders giving their opinions. They were all careful with their words, giving out their best. After giving a short speech, Diego headed back to his large office with Jameson walking behind him. "Your wedding is shocking to everyone. The employees are going crazy," Jameson commented. "Then we should fire all the employees," Diego answered, and Jameson's face dropped. "Gawd Diego, I didn't mean it like that," Jameson said, opening the office door for him. They both spotted Hannah and Venessa waiting for them in the large, luxurious office. Diego's face turned cold. "Diego," Hannah forced a smile. Jameson scoffed inwardly. "Who let you in?" Diego asked in a cold tone. "Your secretary, of course," Hannah replied with a light shrug. Giving Jameson a look, Diego ordered, "Fire the secretary." Jameson nodded without arguing. "On it""Diego!" Hannah had actually threatened the secretary with her job, that was why she was in. "She should listen to me, not you," Diego remarked. "But this company is for the family, and I have the right to step into this place..." "This company is entrusted to me, and I have the right to decide who comes in or not. I don't owe you anything since you have your own benefits," Diego's words came out sharp. "Is that the reason why you changed your bride yesterday?" Diego shifted his gaze to the woman behind Hannah. That must be Venessa. She was sitting calm in her seat. "I have no reason to explain myself, woman," Diego said, shifting his gaze back to Hannah. "You got married to the wrong bride. I chose Venessa for a reason. Her family's business is going to add more resources to ours once we merge..." "I have enough power and can earn more..." He stepped closer to Hannah. "If this marriage is something that'll bring more resources, then you don't need to worry, unless the
~AN HOUR AGO~ Diego was busy checking out some things on the file in his hand while he waited for Jameson in the car. He stopped for a moment and looked up, his face hard and cold as he recalled last night's incident. He had warned her not to pass out, and she did. He wasn't even satisfied. Jameson sensed the cold aura when he entered the car. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Did you find the bastard?" Diego asked, and Jameson sighed. "He hasn't been home for three days. That punk messed with the wrong person," Jameson muttered. "Let's head back then. I'll get him myself before sunrise," Diego stated, and Jameson started the car. A few minutes passed, and the car suddenly stopped. "What?" Diego asked from behind. "Isn't that Mrs. Candy?" Jameson asked, staring at the lady who had just come out of the grocery store with a bright smile. Diego also looked at her, his expression impossible to fathom. A woman and a man suddenly appeared, and Candy seemed shocked. She
Jackie fidgeted in her seat, her eyes focused on the card before her. She had a good hand but wondered what her opponent had. She tried to find his weakness but found none.Composing herself by taking a deep breath, she played her card. Her lips stretched into a smile when she saw the man's face drop. But to her dismay, her opponent played the winning card."Better luck next time, kid," he said with a smirk, and Jackie's eyes widened."In your face, sucker!" the man behind exclaimed.Jackie threw her head back with a frustrated groan escaping her lips while the men packed the money before her."Lost again, Miss Jefferson?" A woman came to drop a drink before her after the men had left."I told you not to call me that," Jackie mumbled."Isn't that your last name? You should be proud of it," the woman tapped her shoulder lightly."Being a rich kid sucks," Jackie said and sat up. "Hey, do you have steaks? I'd love to have some.""Sure, I've missed you, young lady. The meal will be on the
"Urgh," Venessa groaned as the water dripped down her face. She wanted to yell, but Candy shut the door on her face immediately."Hey!" she exclaimed, hitting the door. "Open the damn door!"Meanwhile, Candy's chest heaved as she rested her back against the door. Venessa Maxwell? The real bride is here. Oh no."Hey!" Venessa hit the door harder, but a hand stopped her. She looked up and found Jameson glaring down at her."What are you doing here?" Jameson asked."Who was that woman? Is that the girl Diego got married to?" she asked."And how is that your business?" Jameson retorted."Because I should be the bride, not her!""She is not the bride, and you have no right to sneak into this place. Don't you know what trouble you'll get into once Diego finds out?" Jameson pushed her hands off. Diego had actually asked him to get a file inside only to find Venessa trying to get in."Then who is she? Why are you trying to hide her identity?" Venessa raised her brow. She was definitely going
The sweet flavor spread through Diego's mouth. He stabbed another piece of beef and chewed on it again. How could this taste so good?He reached for the vegetables and ate them too. Taking a sip of the wine, he let out a satisfied groan."How is it?" Candy asked."Are you a chef?" he asked, folding his arms. Hearing the question, Candy blushed a little."No, I learnt the skills from my mother. She is really good."Diego looked up at her face and found her smiling from ear to ear."How come you smile so much?" he asked."Because I'm happy.""Liar," he stated, and her smile dropped."What? Why would you say that?" she asked, her smile fading."I know about your father, Candy, and I can't help but wonder why his daughter seems so fragile," Diego stated. Candy blinked several times."What do you know about my father?" she asked, confused."I know him to be a strong man...""Don't talk about him," she cut him off. "Please," she added. Diego dropped the fork on his plate and stood."Stand u
Candy swallowed hard at his words. He was telling her to hold his hair again? She reached for his soft hair again and he returned his lips to her chest.His lips parted and captured her breast. This time, Candy let her moans out freely. He hovered over her and kissed her neck, at the same time positioning himself at her entrance.His thrust came hard. Candy's body jerked, and she whimpered at the pain. Another thrust came without wasting a second. He was hitting her deep, not giving her the chance to breathe."Easy... please!" She dug her nails into his back. It seemed her pleas fell on deaf ears because his thrusts came harder. In the next moment, she reached her climax.Flipping her body over, he made her ass face up to him. His calloused hand pinned her head to the bed. One could see the red marks of Diego's hard kisses on her delicate skin.'He's a monster,' Candy thought. It seemed he was definitely going to drain her energy again tonight. Is this the cycle she'll have to endure?
Jameson waited for Candy outside the building. He looked handsome as usual, with his blonde hair falling to one side of his face. Soon, Candy appeared, looking smart and sexy in the office attire he had bought for her. Her black hair was tied into a bun, her makeup was light, and she held a smile that warmed one's heart. "How do I look?" Candy asked Jameson with a grin. "Hmm, I hope all the male workers focus on their jobs today," Jameson teased, and they both chuckled. On their way to the company, Candy applied more red lipstick. She needed to look good on her first day of work. "Nervous?" Jameson asked. "Very nervous," Candy replied. "I hope everyone likes me there." "You know about business strategy from your father, so you have no problem," Jameson said, but Candy's face dropped a little. "They are going to like you; you don't need to worry." Upon arriving at the company, Candy's eyes flew wide open in awe, and her lips parted in shock. This place was extremely rich
Brielle choked more, tears streaming down her face. Realization hit Candy, and she snapped back to her senses. She let go of Brielle, her eyes widening as she realized she had let her anger take over. Brielle knelt on the floor, coughing out the cup and saliva. Her throat burned from the pain inflicted by the force. She had thought she was going to die. Candy's gaze shifted to the other workers. They were all staring at her in awe. This was the first time someone stood up to Brielle. Brielle stood up, her face contorted with anger. She faced Candy and wanted to yell, but one of the employees greeted the man who had just stepped in. "Good morning, Mr. President," the others chorused. "Mr... P... President," Brielle quickly bowed her head. "What happened?" Diego directed the question to Candy. She shifted her gaze to Diego. Brielle's hands were sweaty; she should do something. "Mr. President, I can explain what..." Brielle began to speak, but his cold voice cut her off.