Zion got into his car and drove back to the hotel room he had reserved for the night he married Angela, not wanting her to overthink things, since he knew that if she started to overthink things she might end up divorcing him before the marriage even got off the ground. He is certain that she overheard Andrew referring to him as Zion Archer, and that is the name that appears on their marriage certificate confirming their marriage. People were waiting for him when he left. He would lose millions as a result of this deed, but Aya was more valuable than whatever money he might lose. She was his wife, after all. The day he had sex with her, he wanted to take her home, but Aya thought he was a gigolo, which made him angry. Will it be too late for him to save himself? His car was moving at breakneck speed because he wanted to get to the hotel before she rushed away from him and into the night. Zion was driving when his car collided with another car, resulting in a tremendous bang!The man d
~MAYA’S POV~ “Maya Archer, come down from your car if you don’t want me to drag you out of your car through this window.” He thundered. I pretended I hadn’t heard him at all. He doesn’t get to boss me around. I am not his pet! I sought to dodge him by rolling up my window. He doesn’t get to order me around. He gave me a sly grin and then glanced directly at me, instantly altering his demeanor. “I said, get your ass down, Maya Archer.” He sounded like he was yelling, but his voice was hushed and measured. One of his bodyguards dashed to his side, carrying a bottle of The Dalmore 62 and a whisky glass. After placing the glass in Zion’s hand, the man began pouring the whisky into the glass for him. After that, take a step back. I am now left wondering if this is the kind of man I should be married to, too. I chuckled at myself, knowing that I was already married to him. He swirled his glass, not giving a second thought to who was looking at him. He downed the entire thing in one gulp a
~MAYA’S POV~I’m not sure what this man is doing to me, but one thing I do know is that I’m stuck with him, and I’m going to be stuck with him for the rest of my life. Zion is an aggressive lover; he is lethal. That much I know about him. He is not a person who shies away from confrontation. While I, on the other hand, am as helpless as a kitten when he is around. I’m supposed to list all of my mistakes in order for him to let me be. We’ve been roaming in various cities, and he’s not done torturing me yet. He seems to know the precise points on my body where he should place his hands in order for me to lose all self-control. I’ve been getting tremendous orgasms ever since I walked into this car. I’ve only been able to come up with two mistakes thus far. Every time I make a mistake, I am subjected to yet another horrific orgasm as punishment. Who knows how he was able to become more familiar with my physique than I was? If I have another orgasm, I will pass out immediately. It will be
~Zion’s POV~ It was somewhere after 9 p.m. when I finished reading the rubbish Robert Jones had sent me through email. My wife was draped in a white towel when I returned to my room. When I walked into the room, she instantly moved to the side of the bed and curled up into a ball, closing her eyes with her hands forming fists. I walked up to her and lifted her off the floor, placing her on top of the bed. “Maya?” I Called out to her. Her face was turned away from me, avoiding eye contact. Then, all of a sudden, she jumped out of bed and knelt before me. “Zion I’m sorry. I-Um-I didn’t know I was married to you. I had no idea I was married to you, let alone knowing I was married,” she began sobbing and choked on her own words. "I-I swear. I was under the impression that I was married to one of my father’s business partners. Your age is not listed on our marriage certificate. I didn’t want to lose my first time with an old man. I’m sorry, I-I really am sorry. Please don’t do those thi
A woman went through Archer Group International’s soaring glassy matrix. She walked with grace and elegance, dressed in designer clothing and wearing a pair of designer heels. She entered the reception area and requested to be guided to President Archer’s office by the receptionist. The woman at the front desk went completely still. Lord Archer set the ground rules, and it appeared that the man meant all he said at first glance. No one should ever come to his office without making an appointment. If she ever makes the mistake of allowing anyone into the building, she will be forced to resign from her position. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard as she glanced at the model before her. Although the woman was a model, she possessed an air of arrogance. “Excuse me, ma’am; you are not permitted to enter unless you have made an appointment with President Archer’s assistant.” “Is Zion in his office?” Kelly Martins was inquiring. She inquired, her scathing gaze resting on the receptio
Lucas was preoccupied with finding the appropriate dress for Mrs. Archer’s supper at the Jones’. The gentleman was well aware that he needed to choose the greatest gown for Lady Archer. While out shopping for a frock, he received a phone call from someone he had not expected to hear from.Lucas: Hello!Kelly Martins: Come and pick me up to take me to your master. Make sure you arrive in 10 minutes or else you will lose your job!Lucas couldn’t believe his ears when he heard what he was hearing. He took the phone out of his ear and glanced at it for a brief while before hanging up the phone. Her boyfriend isn’t me, and I am not her friend. She has no right to fucking command me. Lord Archer and Lady Archer are my employers.Just who the fuck does she think she is? Lucas got into the car and drove to the new Archer residence in J-City. He handed the dress over to Maya and proceeded to Archer Group International. The moment he arrived in the parking lot, he noticed Kelly waiting outside
~Zion's POV~I proceeded to the other side of the car to open the door for my wife and then closed the door behind me. I prayed in secrecy that my wife would never notice my erected member. I slid into the car after opening the door. As I sat next to Maya, her fingertips brushed against my lengthy thighs. I took a deep breath and swallowed. Her hand was already sending conflicting messages to my quivering cock, which was already jerking in response. When I looked her in the eyes, she grinned.Is she doing this on purpose?I cast a glance towards Lucas, my assistant. He was laughing at me because I was powerless, and he was fully aware that I was hard, but he didn’t dare to say anything about it. Maya’s fingers moved slightly to touch my suddenly hungry cock as Lucas started the car. Her palms brushed across my cock. She didn’t even bother to look me in the eye. Her face was turned away from me, her hand never leaving my thigh.How dare she do this to me? I swear to God, if we had been
~Zion's POV~That is what I shouted in my brain. Useless! He is completely ineffective! Can’t he notice that his master is in trouble today? What kind of assistant is he? When he heard the phrase “night off,” he left without even bothering to inquire as to whether it was alright for him to take the night off. I am the one in charge, not Lady Archer. As though the small temptation before me was aware of my displeasure.“Do you have a problem with me sending your assistant away, husband?”“No, wife, um, not at all.”What the fuck happened today that allowed my wife to gain the upper hand? That dress, I blame that dress she is wearing. In the event that she continues to dress in this manner, I swear that she will become the husband and I will become the wife. We marched inside the Jones house with Maya’s hand in mine while Robert Jones and his family gazed on from the balcony. I grabbed Maya’s hand in mine as we entered the Jones residence. We were welcomed into the house by the helpers