Love Trick: Fated to Love You

Vivian POV:

"No! I'm not going there! That's your blind date, not mine!" I said, trying to pull my hand away from Molly's. This 20-year-old girl with short black hair and big brown eyes is my best friend.

"Please ... Vivian ... Please ... help me just this once," she pleaded with me, showing me her puppy face that was about to cry. "Eric told me last night he loves me! And he wants us to go on a date tonight! You know I've had a crush on him since we were in elementary school. He'll be mad at me if he finds out I'm on a blind date. We'll break up before we even date," she said and cried like a child who lost her favorite toy.

I sighed helplessly. "Fine! I will help you!" The words finally left my mouth.

Her cry suddenly turned into a happy, relieved smile. "Oh gosh! Thank you so much! You are my savior! I love you so much!" she said gratefully. As she hugged me tightly, I struggled to get my breath.

I let go of her hug, looking seriously into her eyes. "I just need to go out there pretending to be you and tell him I don't like him and we don't need to see each other again, right?" I repeated what she had told me.

She nodded to me. "You just have to tell him that. Get out of that place and everything settled," she said and smiled widely at me.

Now it was my turn to plead with her with my puppy face that was about to cry. "Can I not go? Please ..."

"I have to go with my aunt now! She is waiting for me!" she said in a fast tone as she put his hands on my shoulders, then she showed me her clenched fist. "Fighting! You can do it!" she said, smiled and left me before I could blink.

I sighed helplessly again. I love her, that's why I want to help her. She is not only my best friend, but she is like my sister. I don't know how to live my life without her and her aunt.

Her aunt named Clara Brown adopted me when I was 6 years old. I'm 20 now. Aunt Clara loved me as much as she loved Molly, and I was so happy living with them. We have a little cafe downstairs and we live upstairs. This house is not big, but it is a heaven for me.

******

When I parked Aunt Clara's VW Bug in the parking lot of a restaurant, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. The restaurant was a fancy one I would never go to on my own. "Vivian! You can do it!" I give myself encouragement.

I then unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car. As a doorman opened the double glass doors and I walked in, everyone in the restaurant gave me weird looks. I smiled gremlin inside because my plan to look weird worked.

I came here wearing a long black dress belonging to Aunt Clara's mom and wearing thick glasses. I tied up my long blonde hair in a ponytail. My appearance looked like a granny.

"Good evening," the hostess greeted me with a pleasant smile on her face. "Is there anything I can help you?" she asked politely.

"Dick Long's table please," I replied without breaking into laughter. I can't figure out why his parents named him that.

"Please follow me," the hostess said as she suppressed her smile. Then she led me through the crowded restaurant. "Here you go," she said as we stopped at a table. "Your waiter will be by in a moment to get your drink order," she said before she left.

When the man who was sitting on the dining chair before me looked up at me, I suddenly couldn't blink, my heart pounding, struck by his handsome face, his bright blue eyes. His dark hair was neatly styled. His body looks perfect in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and gray tie. He was gorgeous. Absolutely perfect. I'm sure Molly would forget about Eric and crush on this man if she saw him.

As I heard him chuckle, I blinked my eyes in, startled. He laughed at my appearance with curiosity filling his eyes. When he got to his feet to shake my hand, I realized he was very tall.

"Nice to meet you," he said. His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it's difficult to tell from his impassive expression.

I place my hand in his, and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd, exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily. My cheeks heat up at the sight of a small smile crossing his lips. His devilish shining eyes told me he enjoyed seeing my embarrassment, my nervousness.

'Ugh! Vivian! What's wrong with you?!' I scold myself. I remind myself what I'm here for. I quickly sat down on the chair across from his chair before he told me to. He chuckled at my behavior before he sat down in his chair.

"I came here to tell you I don't like you and we don't need to see each other again," I said directly, sternly which made the two beauties, who were sitting on the dining chairs next to our table, almost drop their jaws.

I left him speechless by saying that. With his good looks, this must be his first time being rejected by a girl.

"Then I will leave now. Please enjoy your dinner. Goodbye Mr. Dick Long," I said, suppressing my smile.

"Wait!" he said as I was about to stand up, making me look back into his eyes. "What did you just call me?" he asked with his brows furrowed in confusion.

I too furrowed my brows in confusion. The hostess who had brought me here suddenly stood near us with an apologetic face. "Miss, I'm so sorry. I brought you to the wrong table," she said in a panic. "This is not Mr. Dick Long's table. He is waiting for you there!" she said as she pointed to the man sitting at the table behind ours. The man's face really lives up to his name. I'm a pervert. I can read it on his face.

"Please follow me now. I will lead you to him," the hostess said.

I quickly shook my head briskly. "No! You don't have to. I have to go now!" I said in a quick tone. After getting up from my seat, I left the table like a chicken without a head. I could hear the handsome man laughing, which made my cheeks burn even more.

While I was in the bathroom, I washed my face to calm myself, then I looked at my face in the mirror in front of me. I can't believe this embarrassing thing happened to me.

When I remember that handsome man, my heart is pounding again. No man has ever affected me the way he has, and I cannot fathom why. Just thinking of him, the strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly.

I glanced at the door as it opened. My heart was beating fast like a drum that was hit fast and hard, the butterflies in my belly were flying wildly seeing the man I'm thinking about walking in and lock the door.

"Wh-what are you doing here? Why did you lock the door?" I asked nervously.

A devilish smile crossed his lips. His domineering eyes gripped mine, paralyzing my body. He walked over, standing before me. I gasped as he pulled me closer to him. Our faces are close. His lips are only inches away from mine. I can smell his minty breath and the sweet smell of his cologne against my nose.

"You have attracted me to you. Tell me, how much do you want to be paid? I want to fuck you now," he said in a raspy voice. I couldn't believe what I just heard. How could he say those words like I was his sex toy?

He tucked his hand behind my neck. Before I could blink, he pulled me into a hungry kiss.

I quickly pushed against his chest with my hands, struggling to get my breath. "Why did you kiss me?!" I asked into his eyes. My eyes suddenly opened wide. "My first kiss! You just took my first kiss ... " I said as I cried. I can't believe I gave my first kiss to a man I just met. I don't even know what his name is.

His eyes flare momentarily in surprise, then he suppressed his laughter seeing my crying face. My face must look like a yellow ugly duckling now.

When I feel his soft, warm hand on my cheek, I suddenly forget my tears. His soft blue eyes fell onto mine and held my gaze. "Don't cry. You look ugly when you cry," he said. His voice is soft, teasing.

I don't know why I can't take my eyes off of him. My heart is pounding, my cheeks are burning. A devilish smile played on his lips, his eyes turned naughty seeing my expression. His gaze crawled from my eyes to my lips. The alarm in my body suddenly went off when he wanted to savor my lips again.

"UGHHH!!!" he whimpered in pain as my thigh kicked his balls. Before he could blink, I quickly ran out of the room as fast as I could, leaving him who was holding back the pain while holding his balls.

As I got into the VW, I quickly locked the door. I put my hands on my chest as I catch my breath, struggling to calm my racing heart. "Vivian! What's wrong with you?! Why you crying in front of him?! Why did you tell him he took your first kiss?!" I scold myself. I never acted so recklessly before. I became a fool when I was in front of him. He made my brain stop working.

I thought for a second he was a gentle, handsome man with a good heart, but I was wrong. He was no different from the other men. All they have in mind is to fuck me and throw me out like trash when they get bored with me. I hate them all!!!

I quickly buckle my seat belt, start the car and drive the car away from this place. I will never want to see that man again forever.

******

"Find out who that girl is. I want to know everything about her," Christian Wayne, who was sitting on the sofa in the VIP room of a luxurious nightclub, said with a serious look to his man who was standing before him.

"Yes, sir," the man answered obediently with a polite bow and left the room.

Christian places his elbows on the arms of the sofa and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. All he could see and think about in his mind right now was Vivian Grace. The girl who rejected him and kicked his balls. He chuckled, remembering her face when she cried and how innocent she was. He had never met a girl like her before. She made him crave to fuck her. He had taken her first kiss, and he couldn't wait to take her virginity.

The door to the room opened and a beautiful, sexy woman wearing a tight black short dress walked into the room. She furrowed her brows in wonder, as Christian was oblivious to her presence. As she sat next to him, she put her hand on his strong thigh. "What are you thinking of?" she asked, sliding her hand slowly higher along his thigh.

Her soft voice and her touch roused him from his thoughts, making him look into her eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked. It was clear in his face and eyes he wasn't expecting to see her.

She stopped her hand. Sadness and disappointment filled her eyes. "I wasn't expecting to hear that after we haven't seen each other in over a month," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I already told you we don't need to see each other again," he said sternly, ignoring her sadness, her tears.

She couldn't help but cry. "Please don't say that ..." she begged, holding his arm. "You know I love you so much. Please don't leave me ... I can't live without you!"

He gave her his gentle smile with a cold look in his eyes. "I never loved you and never will. I only use you for sex," he said. His voice was as gentle as his smile, as cold as his eyes.

"Why?! Why are you being so mean to me?!" she asked, crying as her heart shattered into pieces. "I've never done anything wrong with you! Why do you have the heart to treat me like this?!"

He put his hand on her cheek, gazing deep into her eyes. "You did nothing wrong with me. The only mistake you made was falling in love with me. You should have run from me before I fucked you," he said in a deep whisper.

He gave her his gentle smile one last time before he stood up from the sofa, walked out of the room casually as if nothing had happened, leaving her crying with a broken heart.

******

When Christian got into his car in the parking lot, his cellphone suddenly rang. He took it from his jacket pocket. He sighed, trying to be patient as he found out who was calling him and answered the call.

"Young master!" his butler said in a panic. "Your grandpa suddenly passed out. You must go home now to see him," he said and cried.

Christian sighed again. "Can you stop acting?" he asked his butler. "Tell grandpa I'll be home soon," he said helplessly. His butler suddenly stopped crying. "Yes! young master," he said. His voice sounded cheery, like he was smiling.

Christian hangs up the phone and puts the phone back in his jacket pocket. He put on his seat belt, started the car and drove the car, leaving the place.

After nearly 20 minutes of driving, Christian finally arrived at his mansion. The mansion is so luxurious and majestic, like a palace. He gets out of his car, walks into the main entrance, and heads straight upstairs to his grandpa's room.

As he walked into the room, he saw his grandpa was lying on the bed in his white pajamas with his nightcap on his head. He walked over and sat on the bed. He held back his laughter seeing his grandpa, who was pretending to faint. His eyes were closed, but his eyeballs were moving left and right.

Christian suddenly has a naughty smile on his face. He put his hand on his grandpa's forehead. "He has a fever," he said in a panic, worried. "I have to call the doctor now! Let the doctor come here and inject him to bring down his fever."

Before Christian can blink, his grandpa suddenly opens his eyes wide. "No! Don't call the doctor! I don't have a fever! I don't want an injection!" he said in a panic.

Christian broke out laughing, seeing his grandpa's face like a child who was afraid of being injected. His grandpa's face turned into a stupid donkey when he realized that his beloved grandson was playing a prank on him.

His grandpa then sat up, leaning his back against the headboard. "Why did you reject that girl? This is already the twentieth time you've done that," he said, smiling at his grandson as he tried to be patient with him.

"No. It's not the twentieth time but the twenty-first time," Christian replies. Christian stifles a laugh at the sight of his grandpa's face, which is about to explode with fire coming out of his nose and ears.

"Why did you reject all the beautiful girls I introduced to you?! I want you to get married soon so I can see my grandchildren before I die and you won't be lonely anymore."

Sadness suddenly overtook Christian upon hearing what his grandpa said. He held his grandpa's hand with his eyes fixed on his. "Please never leave me. You're all I have," he said, with tears filling his eyes.

His grandpa felt so sad that it brought tears to his eyes. "I truly wish I will always be with you, but everyone has to grow old and die. That's why I want you to find someone who truly loves you with all her heart and live happily with her," he said. There was sadness, worry, and hope in his voice and eyes.

Christian chuckled in disbelief. "There is no such thing as true love. All women are the same. All they have in mind is money and sex!" he said in disgust.

His grandpa sighed sadly. "I've told you many times. Not all women are like your mom. There must be a good girl out there waiting for you, and you have to find her."

"I told you! Never mention her in my ear again! She's rotting in hell now! If she didn't have an affair with that man, dad wouldn't have died of a heart attack! She killed him!" Christian said angrily. His grandpa was silent, seeing his grandson burning with anger and revenge.

Christian then stands up from the bed, holding back his anger. "I'm tired. I want to rest now," he said without looking into his grandpa's eyes. Just as he was about to take a step, his grandpa held his arm. "Christian, wait. Have you found her yet?" his grandpa asked with sadness filling his eyes.

"Why are you still looking for her all this time?!" Christian asks with anger burning in his eyes. "She is not a child born of your son, but from that whore's affair!"

His grandpa sighed sadly. "I know you hate your mom and so do I. But that child is innocent. She is your sister," he said in a sad voice.

"She will never be my sister. If I find her, then I will make her life hell," Christian says in a deep, angry voice. His eyes said he really meant what he said. He then walked out of the room in anger while his grandpa had tears in his eyes.

Monday at noon at the Wayne Company. Christian focused on working on his laptop. He had been busy meeting since morning with his employees. When he is at work, he focuses all his mind on his work and giving his best for his company. It was his hard work and his brilliance that made his company one of the major corporations in New York City.

Someone knocked on the door when he had just finished his work. "Come in," he said as he leaned his back against the chair to release his tiredness. The door opened and a hot, beautiful woman wearing a tight white shirt, tight black short skirt, and high heels walked into the room. She is Jessica. She worked as his secretary.

Jessica walked over to Christian, who was sitting in a chair behind his desk with a sweet smile on her red lips, and stood close to him.

"What is it?" he asked into her eyes.

"It is time for you to have lunch," she replied in a soft voice and smiled sweetly at him again.

As he looked at his watch, he just realized it was almost 2pm. His work made him forget to eat. "Bring my lunch here," he said.

Heat rose from her core. Lust filled her eyes as she watched him loosen his gray tie, unbutton two buttons on his white shirt. Her pussy clenched as she bit her lips. She couldn't wait to see and touch his hard chest and the muscles in his abdomen. She's eager to suck his huge cock, toying with it with her hands. She wanted him to fuck her right now.

She sat sideways on his lap, seducing him with her flirtatious gaze. "You look tired. Let me give you a massage," she said in a sexy voice.

His lips linked to the side in a knowing smile. His lustful, devilish eyes said he knew what was in her dirty mind. "You don't need to massage me. Just take off your clothes now," he said in a raspy voice.

She smiled while biting her lip in lust. Her nipples hardened, her pussy wet before he touched them. She unbuttoned her shirt in a seductive motion and took it off. His eyes sparkled with passion, seeing her big, beautiful breasts under the cups of her red bra.

"I don't think you need this anymore," he said in his lustful voice.

She gasped as her bra falls away, and his lips grazed the bare skin of her breast, his tongue flicking out to tease the peak. "Ahhhh ..." A whimper escaped her throat. Pleasant goosebumps took over her. Her body shivered under his touch.

He trailed his fingers on her thigh. She gasped at the rush of pleasure as he shoved his two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out, making naughty sounds.

"Ahhhh ... Fuck ... Yes ... Feels so good ... Ahhhh ..." she moaned with every thrust.

"Fuck ... You're so wet for me ..." he said under his heavy breath.

"Ahhhh! Fuck! Ahhhh ..." she moaned, planting her palms on his shoulders as he quickened his movement. Her body shivered, her pussy clenched his fingers. Waves of pleasure hit her over, over, and over again. She can't catch her breath as the sensation overwhelms her. Her voice was breathy, and her head swam. She was burning inside.

And just the waves are about to break ... His cellphone on his desk suddenly rang. It completely took over his attention when he knew who was calling him.

"No! Please don't stop! I almost came ..." she begged him breathlessly as his fingers left her soaking wet pussy.

He ignored her at all and took his cell phone. "Get out of here now!" he said sternly into her eyes. His cold gaze frightened her, which made her not dare to disobey him. She quickly stood up from his lap, put on her shirt and bra in a quick motion, and left the room.

Christian answers the call. "Have you got any information about that girl?" he asked impatiently.

"Yes, sir. I have information about her," his man replied. Christian has a smile on his face. He had been waiting for this for almost 2 days. "Quickly, tell me about her!"

"The girl's name is Vivian Grace. She's 20. She has never been in a relationship before, or rather, she hates men. When she was 6 years old, a woman named Clara Brown adopted her. She is 45 and still single. She has a niece named Molly Brown, who is the same age as Vivian. They all love each other. They run a small cafe downstairs of their house while they live upstairs. Clara and her niece totally believe in fortune-telling. They used to go to a man named Merlin who worked as a fortune teller to ask for their luck. Their cafe name is Happy And Rich Ever After. The man told them to name their cafe with that name."

After Christian hangs up the phone, he smiles gremlin with the devil's plan in mind. "Vivian ... Just wait and see. I will make you mine," he said in a deep whisper. He couldn't wait to catch his precious prey and eat her.

******

Vivian's POV:

I was sitting on the sofa with earphones in my ears. I smile with my eyes closed, hearing relaxation music from my phone. My mind feels so calm and my muscles relax. I love this feeling that makes me forget the day I met the man who took my first kiss a week ago.

I'm home alone now. Our cafe is closed. Aunt Clara and Molly went two days ago to San Francisco for Aunt Clara's friend's birthday. When I asked them to take me with them, they refused. Before I could blink, they left me with their suitcases in their hands.

"Vivian ..."

As I heard Aunt Clara and Molly's voices, I opened my eyes in startle. I quickly took off my earphones, as I couldn't blink seeing them standing in front of me like statues. Their cries suddenly broke. "Vivian ... I don't want to sleep on the street ..." they said together and cried again like a child crying.

"What happened?! Why you both crying?" I asked in worry, confused, as I stood up from the sofa. They didn't answer me, they just kept crying. I quickly help them sit on the sofa with me sitting between them. "Can you two stop crying and tell me what happened?!" I asked impatiently.

They blow their noses with their handkerchiefs together. "Merlin lied to us. He said we'd hit the jackpot if we went to gamble, so we flew to Vegas and we lost," Aunt Clara said while sobbing.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. "Wait! So you two lied to me? You didn't go to San Francisco but to Vegas to gamble?" I asked, and they responded with nods, showing me their crying faces.

I took a deep breath, then I smiled at them, trying to stay patient and said, "Please tell me you two didn't lose much."

"We lost a million dollars ... " they said together and burst into tears.

My eyes opened wide as I almost dropped my jaw. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. "What?!!! A million dollars?! How - how did you two lose that much money?! And where did you get that money?!" I asked in shock, curious.

"Merlin introduced us to a friend of his. He was a loan shark. We borrowed the money from him. If today we don't pay the money, he will take this house and we will live on the street ..." Aunt Clara said, crying and Molly was crying too and I was crying too. Somehow, I feel like we're doing a chorus right now.

As the cafe's entrance opened, we stopped crying and looked at the door. A tall, thin man along with two well-built men with ferocious faces walked towards us.

"Oh! My God! It's him!" Aunt Clara said as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh! My God! What shall we do?!" Molly said. They both look panicked and scared while I feel confused.

As they stood before us, the thin man smiled kindly at us, showing his yellow teeth. "Ladies, it's so nice to see you both again," he said to Aunt Clara and to Molly. They both smiled at him, but their smiles looked more like crying than smiling.

Aunt Clara's and Molly's faces suddenly turned into those of a frightened cat as the thin man skewered them with a death glare. "Where's my money?! You must pay what you owe me today!" he said.

"We- we can't pay you today," Aunt Clara said in fear. "Merlin had lied to us. He said-"

Aunt Clara, Molly and I shrugged our shoulders in shock as the man slammed his fist into a nearby table. His threatening eyes on us made us freeze like snowmen in our front yard. "I don't want to hear excuses! I want my money now! Or I take this house," he said. His voice was as threatening as his gaze.

"Please ... don't take our house. We don't want to sleep on the street. It's snowing outside," Aunt Clara said and cried and Molly cried too.

"Please give us some time," I begged the man, making him look at me. "We promised we'd give your money back."

Fear suddenly gripped me firmly seeing the way he gazed at my face and breasts. His eyes told me he wanted to fuck me. I gasped in fear as he grabbed my face. "You can pay off your debts with your body," he said lustfully. I can't stand his smelly breath. I'm so scared now. My heart beat rapidly. My body trembled under his lustful, threatening gaze.

"Get your filthy hands off her now!"

I quickly turned my head in the direction the voice came from. Somehow my fear vanished, and I felt safe seeing the man who took my first kiss was standing at the entrance of the cafe.