His Not So Innocent Wife (18+ ONLY)

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"Will you let me fuck you?" He asked, his lips getting dangerously close to mine.

I closed my eyes in strange pleasure as he pulled me further into him till his arousal was rubbing against my already heated core.

"And what if I say no?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"Then I'll make you say yes." He smirked.

I pushed him away and smirked back at him. "If you want to fuck me then you need to do something."

"What?"

I unbuttoned my shirt and found his lustful gaze lingering over my breast. He was desperate to touch me, to make me his.

Licking my lips, I removed the shirt from my body. "You want this, don't you?" I asked, unclasping my bra.

"Y-Yes.." He shuttered, talking a step closer to me. His hands went up to feel the skin of my breast.

"Marry me."

••••••

Xavier Hiddleston was a naughty billionaire famous for his scandals and got a bad reputation when it comes to settling down. He gets whoever he wants until Stella Brown walks into his life. The head strong woman knows her worth. Despite having a strong sexual tension between them, she forces him to marry her before having sex with him.

STELLA

Clasping my hands together, I let out a thick blow of air from my mouth. My CV was laying on the glass table waiting to be touched. I observed it carefully, wondering if ever I'll be able to get a job through this? This is my second interview of the day and almost sixteenth of the month. I don't have a proper qualifications. It's been four years since I graduated from college with a degree in Economics but still searching for the job. After many attempts of getting rejected by the companies, I've finally decided to give an interview for the post of personal secretary.

It's not what I want but being low on bank balance, I have no other options left.

People of my age are settling down with a decent job in their hands and here I am still struggling.

"Stella Brown." I heard my name being called for an interview.

Nervously, I took up my CV and looked around. Huge number of candidates were waiting for their names to be called. And now it was my turn after waiting for almost an hour.

I need this job! Reminding myself, I walked inside the cabin.

"Have a seat." A man in his early sixties chirped enthusiastically.

I sat across the table and passed him my CV to which he paid no attention.

"What can you do for me?" He asked, reveling his filthy smile.

"Sir, I can promise you to perform my work sincerely and-" He cut me in middle by throwing his hands up in the air.

He stood, his round tummy hanging low from his shirt. He came next to me and placed his wrinkled hand on my shoulder.

I looked at him in disbelief. Seriously? He's on the edge of his old age yet he's behaving like this?

"What else can you do for me besides your work?" He asked.

I clenched my teeth and stood up. Maintaining a healthy distance from him, I looked straight into his eyes. "Fuck you!"

He adjusted his pants over his bulge tummy and threw my CV at me. Collecting all the papers from the floor, I left his office.

Once out of his huge building, I sighed. Rich men are no less than predators waiting to exploit whoever they can. This wasn't the very first time when I experienced it. And now I am sick of tolerating every wrong thing that happens with me.

I wish I was born rich or something like that. It would have been a dream life to live in a huge mansion surrounded by people who are only hired to work for my well being. I wish I was able to enter most fancy shop and buy whatever I want without sulking over the price tag.

But it seems impossible in this life.

I don't even have enough money to survive my day to day needs.

Tired of everything, I decided to get drunk and forget this horrible day. I was on my way home when I found a club. It was already dark and people were now out on the road. Correction, rich people were out on the road to celebrate their life and mock poor like us.

Snickering at my thought, I opened the front camera of my phone and release my hair open from a tight ponytail. After applying a red lipstick, I entered inside the club.

It was already full but somehow I managed to grab a seat across the counter. Ordering my drink, I let it go inside me in a single gulp. And then I ordered the next one.

Everyone were happy around me. Some were drinking while others were flirting and dancing. Meanwhile me? Well I was here to have some drink and then left quietly without causing any scene. I have an another job interview tomorrow and trust me I don't have a single cell in my body that says to give any interview. I know I won't be able to get the job.

I have no friends, no boyfriend, no family, nothing. Just me and my pathetic life trying to survive in the scary world.

Alas! Such a pathetic life to live.

I blinked, gulping down another drink and looked around. At a distance there was a VIP section of the club, strictly for the billionaires and other rich personalities. I so want to go there and experience that how it feels to be in elite group of the society.

I rolled my eyes. Such high dreams Stella!

I was staring there for Jesus knows how long when I saw a man there who was staring back at me. I was not able to see his face clearly. He kept on looking at me and maybe I was drunk or something but I felt little awkward under his gaze.

After awhile I turned my face away from him and ordered the next drink. Ah! I am so tired.

"Mam!" A voice made me out of my daze.

"Huh?" I looked at him in confusion.

From his clothes, he seems like a manager or something. I am not sure.

"Would you like to join our VIP section?" He asked, politely.

"Eh? Me?" I pointed at myself.

Am I already drunk enough to imagine things?

"Yes, Mam."

Okay. This is some kind of joke, right? He wants to kick me out of the club, isn't he?

But from the look of his face, he seems dead serious.

"Why?" I asked.

"Mr. Hiddleston wanted to ask if you would like to join him?"

Now who the hell is he?

I scurried my eyebrows and stood up. I should go there, right? I mean this is an once in a lifetime opportunity.

Let's see that how it feels to be in a VIP section.

Smiling internally, I followed him. He removed the barrier for me and as I entered, my gosh! It was unbelievable. So much sophisticated people enjoying their luxury time. Red couch, expensive wines, sizzling aroma. Damn!

"Help yourself, Mam!" The manager gestured me to an unoccupied couch.

I smiled brightly at him and sat comfortably. Gathering my hair to one side, I crossed my legs to look elegant.

"Enjoying?" A strong masculine voice echoes in the surrounding making my head snap in his direction.

And the second my eyes fell on him. Holy fucking shit!

A gorgeously sexy man stood in front of me with his hands inside the pocket of his pants. He wore a black Armani suit over his well built body. I blinked not believing my eyes. God! This is such a heaven to watch a mesmerising man like him.

My mouth fell open as I intently watched his face. Chocolate brown orbs, straight jaw line, plum lips. Well fuck me! He's fucking handsome.

"Done checking me out?" He asked, pulling me out of my dream land.

I shut my mouth in embarrassment and tried to avoid looking into his eyes but damn it was hard to ignore him!

He chuckled and came to sit next to me. His intoxicating smell of cologne entered into my nostrils and something weird happened in my body.

Am I dreaming or what the hell is actually happening? I've never seen such an exotic face ever before.

"I want you!" He blurted out.

I blinked.

Next, he placed his rough hands over my bare thigh and an electric spark ran down my body.

"You want me?" I asked not being able to compose myself.

"Yes, I want you!" He came near my ear and whispered.

My mouth fell agape.

His fingers started sliding up and I stiffened. Fuck! What's happening to me?

I closed my eyes when I felt his fingers touching my panty underneath my dress. I squeezed my thighs to stay calm but when he pressed his thumb over my core, I lost all of my senses.

I wanted to shove his finger inside me and moan in pleasure. It's been four years since I last had sex with my then boyfriend. And I never knew until now that how much I am craving for it.

"You want me too, don't you baby girl?" He cooed.

Fuck yes! I want him!

My breath became uneven and it took everything in me to not say that louder.

Stop! Get back to your senses, Stella. You shouldn't be having one night stand. It's not what good girls do. I reminded myself.

But fuck who wants to be good when it's so much pleasurable to be bad?

No. No. No.

I clenched my fists and quickly stood up to get away from him.

Without looking at him, I rushed out of the club with my vagina soaking wet.

STELLA

I parted my eyelids when a sharp headache hit me. Pressing fingers over my forehead, I get up from the bed. Damn it! These hangovers are the worst way to start the day.

Quickly I took aspirin with water and sat on the couch in Indian style. I tried to think about yesterday's night but it was all blurry. Exhaling a deep breath, I checked my phone and saw three missed calls from an unknown number.

Huh?

I tapped on the revert back option and brought the phone near my ear.

"Hello?"

"Is this Stella Brown on the phone?" A feminine voice asked me.

"Yes." I replied, unsure of who it was.

"Mam, we would like to call you for an interview." She said.

"Excuse me, what?"

"Mam, I am calling from Hiddleston group and Co. and I would like to call you for an interview."

I blinked. Hiddleston group? The Hiddleston group? Fuck man! Is this some prank call or what?

"You better stop kidding, okay? I am not in the mood." I said now pissing off.

On a serious note, my head is spinning with hangover and I don't have enough energy to deal with this prank call.

I mean do I look like a fool? Hiddleston group will call me for an interview? Seriously? They're one of the richest company in the country and they're going to call me? Wow! Such a pathetic way to fool someone. I chuckled dryly.

"Mam, I am attaching you an email regarding our company. Please have a look. You can come for an interview in an hour. Have a good day ahead!"

And with that she ended the call. Eh? What was that? I kept on staring at my phone's screen when a notification popped up. It was an email from Hiddleston group and it was strange. I mean it seems genuine.

Holy shit!

After tossing the phone on the couch, I quickly ran towards bathroom to have a shower.

This is real? I actually got a call from them? But where did they find my number and email ID? I shook my head to clear every thought.

Maybe this was my moment.

I smiled wholeheartedly when cold water ran down my body. If I get this job then my life would be settled. Fingers crossed.

I came out of the shower and I was about to get dressed when something flashed in the back of my head.

"You want me too, don't you baby girl?"

I heard a strong voice in my head and suddenly a shiver ran down my spine.

Biting my lips, I tried to remember harder. There was this man. A freaking sexy man!

I blinked.

I had a wet dream, isn't it?

But why it feels so real though?

Focus Stella, Focus!

There's no time for you to think about your erotic dream. You've to prepare yourself for the interview. You've to ace it at any cost.

I dressed myself in a black skirt and white shirt. Duh! I need to look professional.

Now where's my CV?

I looked around and found nothing. I searched again, nervously but there was no sign of my CV.

Closing my eyes shut in frustration, I cursed myself. I must've lost it yesterday while returning home.

Why I've to be this dumb? For god's sake it was my CV. How could I lost it?

Calm down! You've pictures of your certificates and documents on your phone. You can do this!

After giving myself a small pep talk, I hurriedly took a cab and reached the designated address.

Admiring the huge building, I made my way towards it.

"Umm- I am here for an interview." I said to the woman sitting on the reception desk.

She raised her eyebrows and then after going through her computer screen, she smiled brightly at me.

"Ms. Stella Brown?" She asked.

I nodded, hesitantly.

"This way, Mam." She gestured towards the lift.

I followed her silently and restlessly fixed my eyes on the floor.

I want this job!

Smiling at me again, she pressed the button to sixth floor.

"Sir is waiting for you." She spoke, professionally.

I nodded, again.

After she went back to the lift, I stared at the glass door of the office. My heart thumping loud on my chest. Why everything seems like a dream? I am being called here? This shit seems unreal.

I lick my dried lips and pushed the door to enter inside. My jaw dropped after looking at the marvelous interior. It was so sophisticated and rich.

"Uh.. Excuse me. Sir?" I called out a man who stood near the window. His back was facing me. He had his hands tug inside his pocket.

"Have a seat, Ms. Brown." He spoke in a familiar voice.

I've heard this voice before, haven't I?

Scratching my head, I sat on the chair. His voice seems so familiar.

I looked carefully at him, waiting for him to turn around and when he did so, I froze at my place.

I blinked several times, not believing my eyes.

Everything that happened yesterday's night at that club started flashing in front of me. Shit! It wasn't just a wet dream. It was for real. He was for real!

My eyes were about to pop out from my socket, when he came closer and sat across the table.

My breath caught up in my lungs and a small blush crept up to my neck. My mind started playing the scene where his thumb was creasing my panty. Instantly I started feeling wet down there. His face was now perfectly visible in daylight unlike yesterday and fuck me, he was a visible treat to my eyes.

He leaned on his leather chair and crossed his hands over his chest. My eyes fell on his thumb and a strange desire erupted in me. How erratic it would be to let his thumb go inside me? He would crease my skin softly and then push his thumb roughly into my womanhood.

Ah!

My lips parted in pleasure just by imagining it.

"Ms. Brown?" His voice brought me back from my trance and I quickly shake off my thoughts.

"Y-Yes.." I trailed off.

"Have some water." He smirked.

I nervously took the glass of water and gulped it down to clench my throat.

I placed the glass back on the table and gathered enough guts to look at him.

"H-How do you found my contact details?" I asked, now getting the reason why I got called for an interview here.

"I have my ways." He shrugged his shoulders.

I kept on looking at him for further explanation.

"You left your CV at the club." He added.

"Oh...."

Why did he call me though? Who is he? And most of all am I still getting the job or not?

"Who are you?" I blurted out not being able to handle the curiosity.

He cleared his throat. "Apologies for not introducing myself. I am Xavier Hiddleston." He offered his hand for a handshake.

I stared at his hand in disbelief. Xavier Hiddleston? Heir of the Hiddleston group? I've only heard about him news but I can't believe that I am actually meeting him.

"W-What d-do you want from me?" I shuttered.

"I want you, baby girl." He winked.

My heart skipped a beat. The fucking billionaire wants me? Gosh! This is insane.

"I-I..." I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth.

"I want to fuck you." He said.

I stiffened.

"W-What?"

"I want to fuck you right here, right now." He whispered.

I clenched my fists to control myself before I gave in and end up having sex with him in his office.

Maybe on this table? My legs tangled around him as he pounces inside me. His Fingers cupping my breast as I moan his name- Xavier.

Fuck! Xavier would be such a good name to scream and moan.

I shook my head. Woah! Calm down, Stella. You're acting way to horny.

"You want to fuck me too, don't you?" He asked, now scanning my breast with his bare eyes.

I nervously crossed my hands around my chest and shook my head in denial. "N..No."

He chuckled. "But yesterday when I touched you down, you were wet for me."

Yes! I was and I am freaking wet for you. I shouted in my head.

"I..I..should leave." I stammered and stood up.

I've to get away from him. He's dangerous and I doubt that I'd be able to control my hormones if he came near me.

I turned around on my heels but before that could happen, I heard him say.

"You're hired as my personal secretary."