Chapter 3: Now, Kiss Me

Lizelle's Point of View 

I took a seat at the circular table. The surroundings are highly white and comfortable to look at, and the condominium Tryon bought for me is also relatively large. 

I'm unsure how he purchased such a luxury condo in just an hour. There isn't much décor yet; all that's there is a queen-size bed, a side table, chairs, and a table. I don't have a closet or clothes other than what I'm wearing now.

"I've already paid for it. It's yours now."

I looked at Tyron's eyes, but he paid me no attention. After we chatted in front of his building, I informed him that I would do anything as long as he agreed in my favor. He promptly looked for a condominium because the first thing I asked for was a place to sleep.

"What favor do you demand?" 

He sat in the chair across from me and crossed his legs. When he stared at my eyes, I almost drowned in my saliva because there was something stuck in my throat. His blue pupils felt like they stole the life out of me.

A tingle pleasure was playing at the sensitive area that made me wet, but I remained focused on an essential issue I needed him to help me with.

"I'm Lizelle Smith." 

"I know."

I was taken aback, "How did you know?"

"There's no need for you to know."

His answers to me were short as if talking too much was a sin. His expression was also blank, and he seemed uninterested.

He leaned his back on the chair, so I continued.

"My family is wealthy. We are a brown sugar provider since we hold the largest sugarcane plantation in New York." 

I took off my jacket, and because my top was white, the breasts lingerie I was covered could be seen. However, I didn't mind it even though he stared with a frown at that area.

And just like I expected, there's nothing new to his reaction. Far different from those old guys at the auction.

My chest and body are both in good form; therefore, it's nothing new to me if people pay attention to my body. They often do that. 

When I cleared my throat, he returned his attention to me.

"I smelled smoke one day while sleeping. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but the smoke quickly strangled me and I couldn't breathe. There were a lot of people around me when I woke up and our house was nearly in ruins." 

My heart hardened to stone due to my nightly dream of what I had gone through. It was still painful, but not as much as it had been in the days following the tragedy.

"Get to your point. What do you want me to do?"

I could see the man's rage in his eyes before he averted his gaze and stood up. He took out a black card from his wallet and placed it in front of me, which startled me. I gazed at it and glanced up at him with a 'what am I going to do here?' expression on my face.

"I don't have time to listen to your story. If you're ready to say what you need, you know where to find me. That is your credit card."

He had already walked away, so I got up and dashed to bring him back. He would've closed the door if only I didn't shout.

"I want revenge!" 

The man straightened up. 

"I want to know who is to blame for my parents' deaths! Why did he send me through hell? I'd like to know who that person is because if he wants me to drag him to hell, I'll gladly do so!" I let go of his hand when I noticed his body had relaxed, and he had no intention of leaving. "And you're only the person who can help me with that."

He grinned, but his eyes were once again solemn after a few seconds. He unbuttoned his black tuxedo and straightened his black necktie. “What exactly do you want me to do? And... what can I expect in exchange?”

I no longer have a handle on the consequences and am determined to take revenge. I don’t even think about what he wishes. I think my heart is full of wrath, but I don’t care for it anymore. I don’t have anything left, so why should I even think about the compensation for what I do?

"Find the person who set fire to the our house and plantation. I want him to feel the gradual loss of the things he has."

"What can I get from you?" 

I didn't answer, but he stepped toward me and ran his fingers on my shoulder. I gulped many times and waited for his next move.

However, when I was about to close my eyes, Tyron pulled out another cellphone while he held his own. He presented that to me and waited for me to pick it up. He did something there when the phone he gave me suddenly rang. 

"Answer it. Remember to always call me."

I picked up the phone and put it in my ears. "O-Okay."

"Good." 

If only I could explain how strong my heart was beating. I feel like I will run out of breath with everything he does and says.

While the phone was still in our ears, he extended his hand to me. Without hesitation, I accepted it. My body just deliberately moved with its own.

"My cat was easy to tame." He whispered, pulled my waist with force and crawled his hand on my legs. "Now, kiss me."