Chapter 3 He's damn right!

Cinderella was shocked and didn't know how she managed to go home after what happened. The stranger he teased and had an argument with had... Shit!

She sits on her bed and grabs the mirror on this side. She gulps and takes off her underwear and checks herself. "F*ck! I'm soaking wet and swollen!"

She can't believe that he made a mess of her. She saw how her entrance twitched. She might be tight, but... gulps. She rolls her head back and starts stroking herself, remembering those amber eyes looking at her with lust and desire.

"Damn..." She can't stop herself from getting lewd and dwelling on that memory he had with the man he bickers with.

Days had passed, turned to weeks, and two months rolled on the calendar, yet... "Damn it! How can he predict this?!"

Cinderella can't believe that the stranger's statement will happen! It's been two fucking months, and almost every single night except her red days.

She finds herself moaning in her room and thinks of how she feels good when that man makes out with her.

She feels so good that time that even if she tries to flirt with other men, nothing satisfies her. That's the reason why a strange hatred and longing loomed in her heart.

'No... I'm not in love with that jerk. I just hate him for not finishing what he fucking started! That's it!'

She hates herself for getting drawn into a fantasy for just a moment that only lasted for fifteen minutes. Those freaking minutes lead her to this.

Cinderella found herself making a decision that she shouldn't be doing. One day, she found herself smirking while looking at the contract. "Found you, little devil. You will repay me for the fire that you started."

She runs her index finger on the part of the paper where he signs. It's a good thing that her employee listens to what she says and does as she says. She successfully enters his world.

"Blame yourself... Nathaniel Idriv," she whispers softly.

After two days, she will finally meet him again after nine weeks since that night. She parks her car in his mansion's valet. The vast farmlands that she needs to pass through have mesmerized her.

She didn't know that Nathaniel Idriv's mansion was in the middle of a farm and mountain, which is three hours away from the city. She steps out and takes off her sunglasses. The wind was colder and fresher as well.

"Not bad. It's beautiful, to be exact." Her voice was taken by the gust of wind. She looks at the newly built mansion.

"Might be hundreds of millions. A million people can also live here. It's freaking huge," she whispers.

Cindy opens the car door in the backseat and grabs her laptop and the printed plans that she made based on Nathaniel's request from her company's director.

She notices a presence, and her pen's needle almost stabs that person's neck. He raised his hand and spoke.

"I'm Zayne Gallo, mademoiselle. No need to be scared," he says, smirking sexily. Her brow furrows, and she doesn't need to look down to check him.

She already sees that bulge. It's her habit, checking men's bulks, but for the past few weeks her life was fucked up by Mr. Idriv. The man who let her taste what true desire is. A man that her body misses. Mr. Idriv coughs at Zayne.

"Secretary?" she asks. He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. "Think of it that way. Much safer for you, sweetie," he replied. "Uh-oh?" she replied, looking at him meaningfully.

"Lover then," she added. That made him laugh, and he turned his back and started walking. "That will never gonna happen. Even if I'm gay, Boss is not my type," Zayne stated.

She knew he was telling her to follow, which she did. After some freaking eternity, we finally arrived in that man's office. His freaking huge house was too much!

"Got tired?" She glared at Nathaniel, who was giving her a teasing and menacing smirk. "Zayne, you can leave. Check the perimeters," he commands. Zayne looks at me one last time and winks. "Good luck."

She was confused because of what he said, yet she listened to him. That's what her gut was telling her. As soon as they hear the lock click, she speaks.

"Do your men lock the door whenever they leave your office of hell?" she says. His brow furrows, and he finally pulls that cold poker face of his.

"Seeking trouble, Cinderella with green eyes?" he mocks with such a straight face. She shrugs her shoulder and remains calm even if her pussy says the other way. Damn it! How can I be so...?

"Why don't you take your seat?" he suggests.

His deep and baritone voice cuts the monologue inside her head. She takes her seat and takes a deep breath in silence. She needs to face him as a client and act as professional as she can.

"I didn't realize that the company that won my taste was owned by you. Small world, huh?" he stated. Nathaniel's eyes were looking at me with a meaningful and strange assumption.

"Small world? Tss. I don't believe in such a thing, Mr. Idriv. I don't believe in fate either, let alone love, destiny, meant to be, or soulmates."

Her statement was assertive, showing him how serious she was. He remains calm, giving her that uneasy glance that intensifies the burning passion hidden inside her mind and heart.

He laughs and looks at her with amusement in those fucking dazzling eyes. "I thought women believed in fairy tales? Aren't you a jest, Ms. Perez? You successfully make me laugh. Is that how you loosen the air between your clients, huh?" he says, smiling. Damn!

She remembers his lips kissing her wildly, seeking for-fuck! I thought I could control myself, but-! Her throat feels dry, and her flower, its nectar was leaking! Cinderella can't believe how her body betrayed her completely! Without any mercy...

"Ms. Perez, earth calls on you!" he says, snapping his finger in front of her face. She frowns and acts annoyed to hide her true feelings. "What is that for?"

"I've been talking to you for ages! Anyway, present now. I still have a meeting in an hour. I don't have time to waste," he says. She grabs her iPad and gives it to him.

"Those were the possible designs for your mansion based on your request, but I suggest that you add a little feminine touch, just to balance the intimidation and masculinity," she suggests. Nathaniel swipes the gadget and checks her drafts.

Her phone vibrates. She checks who's calling her, and it was her secretary. "Hello, Feliz?" she answers. "Ma'am Cindy, he's here again. He keeps on telling me to call you."