Chapter 1

Emily's POV

The building around me echoed loudly as I was led through it. The blindfold around my eyes was tight—too tight for comfort. I sighed and kept walking, putting one leg before the other gingerly to avoid tripping over my own feet.

"You'd do well to walk faster, ma'am." One of the bodyguards behind me muttered. "Our boss does not like being kept waiting."

I stopped abruptly and turned towards the direction of the voice. "Well, It would really help if I wasn't blindfolded." I snapped.

"Just keep moving, ma'am." The voice replied, and I turned and continued walking amidst angry mutters. We got to a flight of stairs and two men held both my hands, then gently led me upstairs. 

"Why the blindfold anyway?" I asked as I was led up. "Is your boss ugly? Trust me, I've seen a lot of ugly men, and I haven't died from that now, have I?"

The men ignored me, but I couldn't care less. All I needed was the sound of my voice echoing around the building to drive away my fear. I was scared shitless, but I tried to remind myself why I was doing this: my mother, slowly wasting away in a hospital, needed the money. I just wanted to do this, get my money and get the hell out of there.

We reached a door and someone reached across me to open it. Through the blindfold I could see bright sunlight, and I imagined being led into a patio or a sunny rooftop.

I heard a creak and a shuffle as a chair was pushed backwards, and then footsteps approaching us. All around me I felt the men moving as they took deep bows, and their voices as they chanted "Boss."

The footsteps stopped right before me. I could almost feel the breath of whomever it was on my face. "Leave us." A voice murmured, and the men turned to leave.

When the room was empty, I felt the man walk away from me. "Can I take off the blindfolds now?" I asked impatiently.

There is a short pause before he answered. "You can."

I unloosened the cloth wound around my eyes, then blinked rapidly as I looked around. I was in one of the largest rooms I've ever seen, and I stood for a few seconds in breathless awe. The bedroom was ringed with floor-to-ceiling windows all around, letting in bright sunlight into the room. A breeze wafted into the room and ruffled my dark hair, and I sighed in contentment.

This was the kind of life I deserved.

The man moved to the coffee table, where a decanter sat with blood-red wine in it. He slowly poured the wine into a cup, then sipped from it, scrutinizing me. "You signed the non-disclosure agreement, right?" He asked.

I folded my arms. "I did. Can we just get to the part where we have sex so I can leave?"

He didn't smile at my words. Instead he dropped the glass on the table and crossed the room towards me. I took a step back in surprise as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my head. His own hair was long and dark and packed up in a man bun, and his eyes were blue—a clear, almost electric blue—and his lips were pale but full. I wanted so badly to reach up and plant a kiss on it.

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed." He ordered, and I blinked in surprise.

"What?"

"You wanted us to skip to the part where we have sex, right?"

"Oh, that's right." I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment and turned away from him, peeling my shirt and Jeans away from my body. When I was done, I turned back to him but he'd disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.

I climbed the bed and waited patiently for him, and a few minutes later, he walked out, clad in only a white towel. His hair had been let down and it flowed around his shoulders in luscious dark waves. His arms and torso were well-muscled and taut: the body of a man who diligently worked out.

I'd never seen a more beautiful man.

He walked forward to the foot of the bed and slowly untied the towel, then let it drop to the floor. My eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of his hardened dick before he joined me on the bed.

"Lay on your back and lift your knees up." He ordered and I obeyed silently. He towered over me, his dark hair tickling my face, and his hand began to travel down my body. I sighed and closed my eyes as his hand reached my nipples and began to slowly tease one of them with his fingers.

"I want you to be relaxed and very wet for me." He murmured, his warm breath on my face. "This can't work if you're all taut and uncomfortable down there."

"Yes." I whispered and began to move my body to the rhythm of his hand, feeling his dick bump against my lower belly. His fingers freed my nipple and moved down between my legs. Even without his touch, my pussy was already wet and ready for him.

His fingers found my clit and he began to slowly toy with it, like a puppy with a chew toy. His thumb moved up and down that tiny mound of flesh, and I started to feel my body heat up with anticipation.

"That's good." He whispered into my ear. "You're wet already." Then without warning, he withdrew his fingers and thrust into me.

I let out a gasp of surprise, then relaxed around his dick. I felt warm liquid slide down my inner thighs as he pressed into me. I'd been a virgin, but I wasn't anymore. This strange man whom I'm meeting for the first time had taken my virginity, and I didn't know how to feel about that. He was so big and warm, I felt full and complete inside. I raised both legs and wrappped it around his waist, and together we began to move as he thrust in and out of me.

The feeling was exhilarating, almost perfect, but it was devoid of the intimacy that was supposed to come with sex. It felt as though he was performing a duty, and I could as well be any other random woman. Soon his thrusts became faster as he neared his release and I placed both my hands on his shoulders, holding on tight.

He came inside of me with a force that sent the headboards knocking into the wall behind us. He continued to jerk as he orgasmed, then slowly his jerks reduced, until he was panting with completion. I hadn't orgasmed, but at least the deed was done.

He rolled away from me and I sat up, then came down from the bed. "What's your name?" I asked, my back to him.

"Why do you need to know that?" He retorted. "All you have to do is get pregnant, no?"

"It wouldn't hurt to at least know the name of my unborn child's father." I snapped. 

"At least I know what I need to know about you." He muttered. "That should be enough."

I turned to him in surprise. "What the hell do you know about me?"

"That your name is Emily Davis." He replied, eyebrows raised in annoying bravado. "That you're twenty-three years old and you work as an assistant at a law firm."

I opened my mouth to snap back a reply, but all that slipped from my mouth was a bewildered "What the hell? You really are a condescending little fucker, aren't you?"

"The shower's that way." He said, ignoring my insults and pointing towards the bathroom.

I ignored him and picked up my clothes from the floor, slipping them on. I heard the bed behind me creak as he sat up, and then he repeated himself. "I said the shower's that way."

"There's no need for that. I don't need to hang around long enough to enjoy the comfort of your shower." I said hurriedly, tugging my Jeans on. "Are you giving me the money or not?"

Without warning the man jerked up from the bed and moved towards me, an angry gleam in his eyes. Then he reached forward and grabbed my arm, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh. "You're not going anywhere."