365 Days with Him

Chapter 1

Burning Desire

Mary's POV

Being the only child of the CEO of one of the biggest beverage companies in the country meant my life had always been dictated by responsibilities. While other girls my age dreamt about romance and adventure, my world was consumed by board meetings, financial reports, and corporate rivalries.

The company was everything to my father. It was his legacy, his life's work. And now, it was falling apart.

A new rival company had taken the market by storm, stealing our top clients and crushing our sales. The pressure to save my father's empire was suffocating me. Every day felt like a battle, and no matter how much I fought, I was losing.

I sat in my office, my fingers gripping a pen so tightly it nearly snapped. My mind raced through possible solutions, each more desperate than the last.

And then my phone rang.

Stella.

"Hey, Mary! There's this amazing party tonight, and we have to go!" Her voice was filled with excitement. "Come on! You might meet your future husband there!"

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Stella, I don't have time for parties. I need to figure out how to fix this mess."

"Oh, please. You're working yourself into an early grave. Just one night, Mary! One night to let loose! You deserve this."

I hesitated. The truth was, I couldn't remember the last time I had done something for myself. Everything revolved around my father's company. Maybe... just this once?

"Alright," I relented. "But just this once."

"Yes!" She squealed. "I'll send you the address. Don't be late!"

When I got home, my father was in his study. I knocked, stepping inside.

"Princess," he greeted, opening his arms for a hug. "You look exhausted. How was work?"

I sank into his embrace, my voice weary. "It's bad, Dad. No matter what I do, I can't fix this."

He sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Mary, you've done all you can. Sometimes, you need to step back and breathe. You're a young, beautiful woman. Enjoy life a little."

I hesitated before saying, "I'm going to a party tonight."

His eyebrows shot up. "Well, that's a surprise."

Then he smirked. "Just make sure you use protection, and if you can, find yourself a rich, handsome man while you're at it."

"Dad!" My face burned as I stormed out of the room, his laughter echoing behind me.

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The dress I chose was bold, scarlet red, hugging my curves like a second skin. The sleek fabric shimmered under the light, accentuating every line of my body. My long brown hair cascaded in soft waves down my back, and my makeup was subtle but alluring.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, suddenly unsure. Was this too much?

Before I could change, my phone rang.

"Don't even think about backing out!" Stella warned.

I sighed. "Fine."

The driver took me to the address she sent-a high-end bar on the far side of the city, the kind of place where only the elite gathered.

As I stepped out of the car, a chill ran down my spine.

"Oh no. What have I gotten myself into?"

Inside, the atmosphere was electrifying. Dim lighting, low bass thrumming through the walls, and expensive perfume lingering in the air. Stella found me immediately.

"Mary, you look incredible! Every guy in here is going to lose their minds!"

I groaned. "I don't want to be the center of attention."

"Too late," she said, dragging me toward the bar.

I ordered a drink-one drink turned into two, and soon, the stress of the past weeks began to melt away. My body felt lighter, the music more inviting.

For once, I let go.

The dance floor called to me, and I answered.

I moved to the beat, my body swaying effortlessly. I didn't care who was watching. It was liberating.

Then I felt it.

A presence. A pair of eyes searing into me from across the room.

I turned.

And there he was.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Devastatingly handsome.

He leaned against the bar, his posture relaxed, yet there was something dangerous about him. His dark hair was tousled, his tailored black shirt rolled at the sleeves, revealing strong forearms. But it was his eyes that held me captive-icy blue, piercing, unreadable.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he lifted his glass to his mouth, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.

My heart raced. Who was he?

Before I could look away, he started walking toward me.

Smooth. Confidence. Like he owned the world.

The closer he got, the harder it was to breathe.

He stopped inches away. The scent of his cologne, rich cedarwood and spice wrapped around me like a drug.

He tilted his head, studying me.

"Dance with me."

His voice was low, smooth, and commanding.

I didn't answer. I didn't need to. His hand slipped around my waist, pulling me into him.

The world faded. It was just him and me.

Our bodies moved in perfect sync. His grip was firm but not forceful, his fingers pressing into my skin, igniting sparks with every touch.

I felt his breath on my neck as he leaned in, his voice a whisper.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart."

A shiver ran down my spine.

Then, before I could think, before I could stop myself, I leaned in.

Our lips brushed.

A spark.

Then an inferno.

He didn't hesitate. His mouth claimed mine, deep, hungry, possessive. My knees buckled, but his arm tightened around my waist, holding me against him.

The kiss was unlike anything I'd ever known, raw, consuming, dangerous.

His fingers tangled in my hair, his other hand gripping my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

Heat flooded through me, an unfamiliar but exhilarating sensation.

The music pounded around us, people danced, but nothing else existed.

Only him.

Only us.

I should have pulled away. I should have walked away.

But I didn't.

Because for the first time in a long time, I wanted to burn.

And God help me, I didn't care if it consumed me whole.

Chapter 2

One Night of Pure Romance

Mary Pov

NOTE: This chapter has intense sex secne, only for those above 18+

We kept on kissing, feeling the warmth of each other's lips and bodies close with space in between them.

"Should we take this to the next level", he asked his voice deep as his blue eyes locked in mine.

I couldn't answer, my body was on fire. I was too lost in the fire that I could only nod in response to what he said.

"Who are you?" I managed to say while trying to catch my breathe.

"Call me Andrew" he muttered as he kissed the base of my neck.

"You're beautiful,and yVbour beauty reminds of a Greek goddess" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

A tinge of pleasure coursed through me which made me shiver. "You don't even know me."

"I know enough."

Without warning, Andrew pulled me closer as he carried me into a room, at this point I don't even know why I was. The alcohol had taken all atom of consciousness I had, I was purely moving on instincts and my body desires.

And right now, my body desires Andrew's dick in me.

As He placed me on the bed, our lips colliding in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was hungry, searing, and filled with a desire that made my knees weak. Andrew's hands roamed my back, as he moved to remove my bra in one swift movement.

His body pressing me firmly against mine as our tongues intertwined as if they were made for each other.

The world around me melted away. I could barely register where I was. I was lost in alcohol and the heat of Andrew's mouth, the strength of his grip on my waist.

"You're damn sexy," Andrew whispered against my lips, his voice thi Nock with promise.

Never have I been called sexy before but here now I was called sexy , it felt good in my ears.

As he kissed me, his hands moved to my breasts, grapsing them like they were his.

A low moan left my lips as his hands caressed my nipple, pinching the tips which sent waves of pleasure crashing down my body.

I gasped as Andrew's mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he kissed and sucked, leaving a mark on me.

Andrew's hands slid down, gripping my hips, then lower to my vagina, his touch igniting every nerve in my body.

"This is what I have always wanted" I moaned in response to the fire Andrew touch did on my body.

I couldn't bear it anymore, the fire in me was increasing. I tugged off Andrew shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. My hands roamed his broad and muscular chest, tracing the contours of his muscles before sliding lower, exploring the taut skin of his abdomen, he had one of the most perfectly smooth abs you could ever see.

By the right side of his abs, he has a tattoo of a majestic dragon seated on a throne. It was a sight to behold. I Instinctively roamed my hands round it, caressing it like I was appreciating the work of art my eyes was beholding.

Just looking at his abs alone was a turn on for me, I could feel my vagina getting wet as I roamed my hands on his abs.

"You like what you see?, Huh" he smirked as he saw the way I caressed his abs. He pressed his body against mine, I could feel the hard bulge of his dick pressing down against me .

I moaned softly, my fingers curling into his hair as our movements became more frantic and tense.

"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice husky as he kissed a trail down my chest, sucking the nipples of my breasts as he trailed down.

I tugged him back up, bringing our mouths crashing together in a fiery kiss. My back arched as his hands slipped beneath my pant, caressing my bare skin.

"Fresh, I like it, huh" he growled as he kissed the tip of my ear. His lips did judgement to my neck as his hands caressed my clitoris bringing jolts of pleasure crashing down on me.

His movements were precise as if he was the owner of my body, I didn't want what I felt now to stop. Never would I want it to stop, the way he touched me, kissed me, handled my body pushed me to clouds of pleasure which I wished I wouldn't come down from

"Do you want this?" he asked, his breath warm against my ear. His fingers kept on caressing my clitoris, every movement of his finger made built up layers and layers of pleasure.

"Yes...mmm....go..deeper...," I gasped, moaned begging as my voice trembled with need for him.

I couldn't hold it anymore, I had reached my climax as my sweetness flowed out me like a dam that had burst forth.

"Mmmm...ohh....mmmm.... God...." My toes curled up as all my essence flowed out.

His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Good."

Our movements became a blur of heat and sensation, hands and mouths exploring without hesitation. The room was filled with heavy breathing, soft moans.

My body arched into every of his touch, I slid my hands sliding under Luca's open shirt, tracing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. The tattoo on his demigod-like abs felt like a secret I was being allowed to uncover.

My hands slipped under his underwear as I roamed my hands round his dick. It was huge, big and full of grith. I pulled it out, his dick stood out in it's full glory. I gulped seeing the size of his dick.

"Do u like what you see?, Why don't you know how it tastes?", He had that smirk on his face.

I wrapped my hands around it as I took it into my mouth, I kept on sulking with all strength in me even though it was my first. I wouldn't want to let him know it's my first.

"Ohhhh...fuck...take it all in.."he moaned as he grabbed my hair pulling me deeper.

My breath hitched as I could feel his dick increasing more in size.

Ohhh...ha.fuck..." his cum exploded in my mouth, I swallowed it whole making sure no bit fell out.

"You did well, now it's my turn", with one swift motion he opened my legs as he went down on me.

His mouth did wonders, his tongue interwined with my clitoris bringing waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through my body

"Don't ...stop..." I breathed, my voice trembling with need.

He smirked wickedly and as he kept on ravaging my vagina with his mouth. Every inch and corner was not left untouched.

"Andrew....I need your dick.." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"Patience," Andrew murmured, with his lips curving into a smirk as he kept on with what he was doing.

My hands flew to his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft curls as waves of pleasure overtook my body ferociously.

His movements were confident, deliberate, and utterly intoxicating. I couldn't hold back the soft moans begging to be spilled from my lips, each sound spurring Andrew on.

Time seemed to blur. All I could feel was Andrew's touch, his lips, his warmth. At a point my body , my legs felt weak but Andrew's strong hands on my hips kept me steady, grounding me even as my world tilted on its axis.

The pleasure began building on me, my breathing became hitched with every movement of his mouth on my pussy brought me closer to my climax.

"Mmmmmmmmm,oh...shit...Andrew........oh..fu..ck", I couldn't hold it on again as my essence came all over his face for the second time.

It was like I couldn't breathe, my legs shook ferociously, my breathing hitched as I was lost in the euphoria of my climax.

When I had finally come on him, I pulled him back up to kiss him, it was messy and desperate, our mouths crashing together as we pressed our bodies closer.

"Are you ready for the main thing" he looked at me as he caressed my pussy with his dick, like he wanted me to beg for him

"Yes..I am .... ready... give it to....me but be slow . I have not done this before" my voice low and weak.

"wow" I could see the surprise on his face.

"No worries I would be gentle as you wish". He thrusted his dick into me, I felt a pang of pain as as something warm tickled down my laps.

Blood I guess, that was a sign that he had taken me fully.

What started as a slow start, began rising. Every thrust bugger than the last, my breast juggled as he thrusted deeper into me. My body arched as I moaned loudly.

"Deeper..... deeper" I begged while crying, his movement was precise as he kept on hitting my G-spot. He kept on thrusting, I had lost track of time, or anything. All I could think, feel was the wasy his dick slammed on my pussy with so much ferociousness.

The room filled with the sounds of our passion, breathy moans, whispered names, the rustle of clothing that was peeled away. We explored each other with an intensity that bordered on worship, and our bodies moving together like they had been made for this moment.

He kept on thrusting deeply as my moans were like music to his ears.

"Ughh....mmmm...fuck..." i moaned as we reached out climax,

When we finally collapsed against each other, our bodies spent and our breathing ragged, I rested my forehead against his muscular body , with my hands trailing down his tattoo which seems to amaze me .

Time seemed to stand still as we were lost in each other, it was like we shouldn't stop. The intensity of the moment was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life.

"That was..." I started, my voice hoarse.

"Amazing," He finished, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my lips.

For the first time in a very long time, I felt truly free, happy and alive.

Chapter 3

Beneath His Gaze

Mary's POV

Morning came too soon. The cold sting of the air conditioner brushed against my bare skin, dragging me out of sleep. I stirred, reaching for the covers, but the second I moved, reality crashed over me like a tidal wave.

I was naked.

Stark naked.

"Shit."

I bolted upright, clutching the duvet to my chest as my eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. The luxury, the soft sheets, the lingering scent of cologne mixed with something undeniably masculine, it all screamed of last night.

My stomach clenched, churned hardly.

Memories surfaced like fragments of a dream.

Hot, wandering hands.

Dark, piercing blue eyes.

The way he touched me, possessive, sensual, intense, like he was branding himself into my soul.

I swallowed hard, pressing a hand to my forehead. "God, Mary. What the hell did you do?"

Wrapping the duvet around my body, I scanned the room. There was no sign of him. No discarded shirt, no lingering heat in the sheets. It was as if he had vanished without a trace into the thin air. .

"Good," I muttered, though the ache in my chest told a different story.

A flash of last night's passion hit me, the way he whispered my name like it belonged to him, the way his lips traced my skin, the raw hunger in his touch.

Heat coiled deep in my stomach.

I shook my head violently. "Get it together, Mary."

Forcing myself to move, I stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and got dressed quickly. But the haze of last night still clung to me, refusing to let go.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Twelve missed calls.

Stella. Dad. My PA.

A text from Stella caught my eye:

> Hey bitch, I'm already gone. Hope you enjoyed your hot night with Mr. Mysterious! 😘

Attached was a photo.

My breath hitched.

Him.

Smoldering blue eyes. Dark, tousled hair. That signature smirk that had drawn me in like a moth to a flame.

I clenched my jaw. "Stella, I swear, I'll kill you."

Yet, I couldn't look away.

His face was seared into my mind, along with the memory of his hands, his lips, his dick......

A crisp white card slipped from my bag and fluttered to the floor.

I picked it up, reading the words written in neat, bold handwriting.

> I really enjoyed last night.

Love, Andrew.

I scoffed. "Love?"

If he enjoyed it so much, why did he leave before I woke up? Why did he run off like he was scared?

I crumpled the note, shoving it into my bag with more force than necessary.

*******

By the time I got home, my father was waiting for me in the living room, worry etched into every line of his face, deeply.

"Baby, where have you been?"

"I'm sorry, Dad. I got caught up in something."

His sharp eyes studied me, suspicion flickering behind them before he let out a huge sigh.

"Any chance a rich man caught your attention at the party?"

I forced a laugh. "Nothing like that. Besides, it's too early to tell."

He patted my shoulder. "Well, if there is, don't let him go. Do whatever it takes to make it serious, You are not getting any younger."

I stiffened. If only he knew.

The weight of last night settled over me as I collapsed into bed. Sleep came fast, but it didn't last.

My phone's sharp ringtone jerked me awake.

I groaned, reaching for it. "What is it?"

My PA's panicked voice filled the line.

"Ma'am, we have a crisis! Our biggest buyer just pulled out. If we don't secure another investor, we'll be bankrupt within twenty-four hours."

The sleepiness evaporated instantly.

"What?"

"We need a deal, now."

I hung up, my chest tightening.

This wasn't just my company. It was my father's legacy.

And it was crumbling fastly, except if I do something.

Minutes later, I called Dad.

"Yes, I know," he said, his voice calm but edged with unease. "We have a meeting tonight with the De La Cruz family."

My blood ran cold. "De La Cruz? As in the mafia family?"

"Yes."

I gripped the phone tighter. "Dad, they're dangerous."

"We don't have a choice, Mary." His voice was firm. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

The weight of his words settled over me like a lead blanket.

"The meeting's at 9 p.m. Don't be late."

"And look nice".

********

I dressed carefully, following my father's strange instructions to "look nice."

A sleek red dress hugged my figure, its slit adding just enough allure. My dark curls cascaded down my back, and a touch of red lipstick completed the look.

By the time I arrived at the VIP section of the bar, my nerves were raw.

My father sat across from a man wearing a red mask.

I swallowed hard. "That must be him."

The second I stepped closer, the man spoke.

"Finally."

Something about his voice struck me.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

"Sorry. Traffic," I forced a polite smile, my stomach twisting.

"Traffic indeed," he replied, his British accent cutting through the air.

My father chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "You know how women can be."

"Indeed." His gaze sharpened beneath the mask. "But since we're going to be partners, there's no need to hide my face."

My breath hitched as he reached for the mask.

With one swift motion, he pulled it off.

The world tilted.

I went still, my mind froze.

Staring back at me was the last man I ever expected to see again.

Andrew.

The stranger I had spent a passionate night with.

The one I thought I'd left behind.

His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, unreadable yet full of something dark.

And that smirk was latched onto his face.