Chapter 1 Prologue

"_If you think I'm going to be a gold-digger, then you're mistaken. I'm going to be the best and the most beautiful gold digger woman in the city-" Lyka de Luca.

Lyka de Luca had completely transformed herself from an ordinary gallery shop owner, often seen donning big round eyeglasses, into the most alluring woman in pursuit of a wealthy man!

She wore a striking red dress with a provocatively daring cut. The design left no room for modesty, featuring a deep neckline and a skimpy little skirt that revealed a lot of her glorious cleavage and her long, creamy white legs. The dress hugged her hourglass figure like a second skin, making her exude the allure of a million-dollar goddess. Completing the look, she stepped into her most expensive pair of stilettos, knowing she would need all the beauty and courage in the world to face someone as influential as Blake Darklore himself.

Radiating an air of full-blown seduction, she gracefully emerged from her chauffeured limousine and entered the vast mansion to meet her millionaire blind date.

Lyka feasted her eyes on the luxurious surroundings of her millionaire date. Her attention was drawn to the bright garden, where elaborate preparations were laid out. She carefully observed the place, starting from the lush plants adorned with tiny bulbs leading to the extravagant dinner table set for just the two of them.

Mr. Blake Darklore certainly excelled in showcasing luxury and elegance. It was evident that he had prepared everything, and Lyka's friend was right-he seemed genuinely interested in her. A mysterious smile formed on her elegant lips.

"I deeply apologize, Ms. de Luca. Mr. Darklore will be available in a few minutes. There was just an unexpected call that came in," said a female staff member in a formal uniform resembling those in an elegant hotel.

"But of course, your boss is a very busy man. I do understand," she replied with a smile, concealing her excitement to see the man behind this lavish setting. She had heard a lot about him-how intelligent and good-looking he was. However, she had yet to see her "secret admirer," as her best friend described him, in person.

This was the first time they would meet after she reluctantly agreed to this date. In truth, she had no interest in him. If not for her desire to negotiate regarding her ancestral house owned by his company, she wouldn't have agreed to meet him.

"Hi!"

It was like a breath of cold wind that suddenly awakened her senses and sent chills down her spine. The icy voice came from behind her, and she had to turn around to check. Emerging from the shadows was a tall figure of a man in a black, finely tailored executive suit. Lyka gasped as she finally laid eyes on the face that had been hidden in the darkness. His hair was as dark as midnight, styled messily to enhance his rugged aura.

He had a pair of exotic eyebrows that gave him a stern but charismatic appeal. Below those brows were a set of piercing eyes fixed on her. His arrogantly straight nose and the firm redness of his lips completed the image of a rebel heartbreaker from her deepest and wildest fantasies.

Nothing matched the description given by Lina, her childhood best friend, about what Blake Darklore of Darklore, Inc. looked like. Lina had reminded her that he was in his early twenties, a cheerful businessman with a boyish grin. The man in front of her exuded the aura of a fierce animal, powerful enough to disrupt the Earth's balance. His grin was far from boyish-it was extremely mysterious and dangerously captivating.

According to Lina, he had the typical trustworthy face of a businessman. Well, definitely not this guy! He resembled more of a Hollywood superstar playing the role of a bad boy rebel-a rule breaker in a suit. He possessed the kind of face you couldn't trust but would willingly follow and admire.

"You've been staring at me for quite some time. Is that your way of saying hello?" he said in a colder voice than before.

She wasn't even aware that she had been staring at him all this time.

She blinked her eyes and slightly looked away for a second. The beating of her heart raced with incredible speed. She never expected this. She was supposed to be the one enticing, but now she's the one being enticed. Crap! What exactly is going on with her?

He showed her a devilish yet deeply enchanting smile. He guided her to the dinner table and pulled out a chair for her. He moved like an untamed jaguar - so solid yet so fluid.

"Are you this quiet on a date?" He stared at her as if reading her. They were facing each other at the dinner table now. There's a bottle of champagne and lighted candles in front of them.

"No. Uh, I mean... I've never been on a date before."

'And I have never seen a man as godly and as beautiful as you!' He's like a dream prince in a faraway castle.

He twitched the side of his narrow lips to smile.

That made her insides burn. Hell! That was a very sexy gesture; it made her grab the glass of champagne in front of her. She hoped that the alcohol would ease the heat she was feeling, but she winced as the warmer liquid burned her throat.

Blake laughed. "Easy, babe. We still have the whole night."

She forced a smile, but she could feel her body trembling with every touch of their eyes.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"No."

"Good. Shall we dance?"

She wanted to protest, but she couldn't do anything. She was so into him, like a metal to a magnet. The sound of the violin in the quiet night was mesmerizing. But even more intoxicating were Blake's hands gripping her slender waist.

His fingers were sensually moving through her bare back as they danced to the rhythm of the music. He awakened every fiber of her being. She gasped at every touch of his fingers on her skin, but she couldn't protest. Instead, she pressed herself closer to his body.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his eyes fixed on her inviting lips. She felt his hold on her waist tighten. Her swollen breast against his hard chest was provoking something she couldn't even control. She was already nipple hard. She could smell the combination of his woody scent perfume and sweat on his neck. She wanted to lick his delicious skin. She wanted to kiss him very badly.

"Are you sure?" his meaningful question made her unsure of what exactly he was referring to. In her mind, she kept screaming that she wanted to kiss him. She wasn't sure if he had the same thought.

"Absolutely." She was out of her mind. God, she didn't even hear herself talking! What was he doing to her? She felt like a puppet hanging from his fingers, following every move of the man in front of her.

He lowered his head to meet her lips. Her whole body stiffened. She didn't think that someone as lowly as her would ever receive a kiss from someone as supernatural as him. In a normal situation, she would have run as fast as she could. She wasn't the type of woman who would easily let a stranger kiss her. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine herself kissing on her first date. She had been taught well and had high values in life, especially since she grew up under the care of an elderly lady. That's why she would never give in to the first kiss with a man she didn't know.

She should have run earlier. But she couldn't do it. Instead, she welcomed his passionate kiss on her lips. She even opened her mouth wide enough for his little tongue to explore her insides. His kisses were charged with a voltage that made her senses explode. She tightly gripped his shoulder with her hand.

Blake's hands started to journey downwards, moving towards her chest. When he didn't feel any protest from her, he continued his actions, sliding his hand under her clothing. She felt his hand on her thigh, and it burned her. Then his devious hand made its way to her panties, in between her parted legs.

Her mouth escaped a moan when he touched her. She held on tighter. She started kissing his neck, licking it like a hungry child with an ice cream. Oh god, he's divinely delicious!

He suddenly stopped.

Her whole world stopped as well.

The fire remained in his eyes but he distanced himself. He looked at her as if seeking permission for what he would do next, like an official requesting approval.

Obviously, he's giving her the chance to say no. But Lyka couldn't do that. She had tasted a powerful drug in his mouth, and she knew there was no turning back. She simply closed her eyes and leaned forward, offering her lips to be kissed again. She was more than willing to surrender her innocence to this godly stranger.

"What's your name?"

Why would he even ask? He knows her.

"Lyka," she said in between his kisses.

"Lyka," he repeated. Her name sounded so sexy coming from his even sexier mouth.

He carried her in his arms and literally swept her off her feet. She knew where the man was taking her when he brought her inside the large house, but she didn't feel any doubt. When he laid her on the soft bed, she knew that wasn't part of the plan. But she was so overwhelmed by his heat and passion that she wouldn't dare resist it.

She didn't complain as the man unzipped her dress. She was exposed to his heated gaze. He cupped her full, swollen breast with the palm of his hand as if she was made for him. Lyka felt her muscles cringe in pleasure as his mouth followed his hands. He kissed, licked, and sucked her rock-hard nipple, then continued to touch the other one.

She didn't even notice when he undressed himself until she felt his naked manhood when he positioned himself between her legs. Her breasts were bare, while she still had her red dress around her waist and panties on. He slipped his finger inside her. She was so wet and ready. She let out a louder moan as she felt him push two fingers into her tight passage. His fingers moved in and out of her core, and she could feel every muscle in her body tensing up.

Then she felt his manhood soon after, gently teasing her clit, making her even wetter and more swollen.

"Oh Blake..." she moaned. He reached for her mouth and kissed her.

"Blake, I want to make a deal with you," she muttered in between kisses, trying desperately to regain her senses. Whatever happens, she needs to carry out her motive for entering his house.

"What deal?"

'As if he didn't know!'

"The Draconia..."

She heard him grit his teeth, but that was no longer important. What mattered was that she heard his agreement.

The deal was done. It's out of the way. She would probably discuss her terms tomorrow. What's important now is that she knows he will listen to her in her plan to buy back the Draconia. She let those remaining worries be carried away for the moment.

With all her heart, she gave herself to the handsome and mysterious Blake Darklore, who had a secret crush on her. Her heart giggled with joy at the thought. If only she had paid attention to his advances earlier.