THORN'S IN MY HEART

CHAPTER 1: WILL YOU MARRY ME WYN ?

Sitting on the couch, his legs trembling as his gaze darted around, searching for any sign of her.

Suddenly, she emerged from the stairs-blonde, curvy, and stunning. She wore sleek white shorts that hugged her hips, clinging just below her cheekbones, and an explosive crop top.

"What do you think you're doing?" he stuttered weakly, his breath shaky, as he clasped his thighs together, attempting to compose himself.

"Is that supposed to be a question for me, Malvern?" She beamed, her tone more inquisitive than accusatory, as she took slow strides toward him.

He balled his sweaty palms, his eyes aching, his head pounding, and he felt himself dripping with moist sweat.

"I thought you just dropped by to visit me. Why are you suddenly leaving?" He managed to ask, despite the lump forming in his throat and his dim eyes.

She traced her fingers to his pants and brought out his already erect dick, giving the cap a soft squeeze and a soft kiss. A sly grin curved her lips as a newfound happiness washed over her.

"You know, Malvern, I can tell you're wondering why you're reacting more intensely than usual... Well, that's because I slipped something into your drink!" She snapped, her eyes flashing with a sudden fierce intensity, as she got up from him.

Malvern raised his eyes, shocked by her revelation.

"Why... why would you do that?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she trailed her fingers down his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her fingers brushed against his erection, and he reacted instinctively.

"Oh, dear, I can see you're so surprised. Do you really want to know why I did that? Well, it's because you aren't loyal to me. You're with me, Malvern, yet you dare to flirt with other women."

He couldn't believe his ears.

"What's this all about? As far as I remember, we're just fuck mates... Why are you suddenly concerned about how I live my life?" he retorted.

Her eyes darkened with anger, and she stood up, patting his face slightly.

"You know what? I'll love to see you suffer tonight!" She smiled wickedly, storming out of the house.

"And don't bother looking for your drugs; I took them with me!" she smiled, swiping the pack in the air.

"No... no... no, wait! You can't just leave me like this!" he whispered, his body screaming for release.

His body stirred, a wildfire spreading through his veins, as he felt his rod harden, pleading to burst out of his pants. His heart pounded, his breath quickened, and his skin tingled. Every nerve pulsed with anticipation, his senses heightened to unbearable levels. Rationality fled, replaced by primal hunger.

His mind reeled, thoughts fragmenting into chaotic images. His body screamed for satisfaction, straining toward her like a magnet. Nothing else existed, only the urgent, throbbing present, consumed by a single imperative: to possess, to claim, to !satiate the raging inferno within.

Sex was all his body craved.

•

She collapsed onto the expansive bed, stretching her muscles while fixing her gaze on the ceiling. The night was eerily calm, a silence she'd grown accustomed to since returning home from work each day. Her once vibrant home now felt deserted, shrouded in a dark aura. Blinking slowly, she let her lengthy brown hair cascade onto the pillow. Retrieving her phone, she unlocked it with her fingerprint. The screen revealed a plethora of apps, but one caught her attention-a dating site.

"When did I install this?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, memories flooded back. A colleague, who'd been pestering her to get a boyfriend, had borrowed her phone.

"So this is what she's been up to," Wynter hissed, her disgust evident. She decided to delete the app but was interrupted by a flurry of messages from the dating site.

"Let's see what this is about," she whispered, curiosity piqued. The messages were from a single individual (Black Bird).

"Hello, cutie... let's get to know each other." Wynter rolled her eyes. "Guess this one can't contain himself-a typical horny man, as usual." She typed out a response, her annoyance palpable.

"What's your deal, exactly, dude?" She added an irritated sticker for emphasis. Just as she was about to switch off her phone, a reply arrived.

"My deal is you, baby... What's your name?" Wynter scoffed, incredulous. A sly smile spread across her face.

"My name's Wynter Bliss, and that's more reason you should back off, dude!" She replied.

Wynter Bliss, a 19-year-old with a petite, chubby build, had long brown hair that fell below her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her lips had a distinctive black-purple hue. Her round face was a picture of innocence. After her parents' tragic demise, Wynter inherited their house. Despite her relatives' offers to take her in, she chose to live alone, a decision only she understood.

The mysterious stranger's response arrived, making Wynter's eyes widen.

"Actually, I love girls like you; they're the cutest." He accompanied his message with a smiling emoji. Wynter's jaw dropped.

"Girls like me? That means he's been with tons of ladies!" Her anger simmered as she typed out a reply.

"I'd advise you to stay away; some might be toxic!" she warned. The stranger's response was instantaneous.

"Actually, I don't care about that. How much do you charge per night, girlee?" Wynter's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"What?! How much for a night?!" she exclaimed, sitting up in bed. "Who knew this was actually a horny guy?!" A wicked grin spread across her face as she replied.

"Why don't we discuss this over breakfast tomorrow, sir?" The overzealous stranger responded immediately.

"Of course, baby! I'll text you the location right away." Wynter's grip on her phone tightened as she received the location-an upscale restaurant in the city. Her expression darkened.

"Now I hate you more... How dare you flaunt your wealth?! If you hadn't tried to show off, things would've been easier. But now, I'll make your life a living hell!"

•

A high but slightly strained groan escaped Malvern's lips as he struggled to keep his calm. But he couldn't; his temperature increased, burning deep within him. He could feel his hard rod begging to bulge out of his pants.

"No, no... not today..." He groaned, picking up his phone. He realized he was already late and took his gaze outside the windshield of his car, his eyes darting around the restaurant.

"I doubt she's here already?" He croaked, winding up the windshield. His dark-tinted glass shielded him from the outside view.

He decided to take the other way, the way he had always done it. He couldn't retreat; he felt he might die if he didn't find a way.

He let his fingers trail delicately across his dick, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine. The car was filled with the heady scent of exotic incense, heightening his senses as he closed his eyes and let himself be consumed by desire.

With a soft moan, his fingers covered the cap, and he let out a sigh of contentment as he touched himself. Each caress ignited a fire within him that threatened to consume him entirely.

Slowly, he began, forming his hands in a round shape, fitting his size perfectly. He slid his slimy, watering fingers in and out as the rush of pleasure washed over him, causing him to arch his back in ecstasy.

His breath came in shallow gasps as he quickened his pace, lost in the throes of passion. Colors danced before his closed eyes, swirling and twisting in a hypnotic display of fantasy.

Malvern felt himself slipping into a trance-like state, the boundaries between reality and imagination blurring together in a symphony of pleasure.

In that moment, Malvern was untethered from the rustling feeling inside him. And as he trembled with release, a sense of peace washed over him. His whitish sperm spilled all over the steering wheel of the car, leaving him breathless and satisfied.

He hissed in disgust as he grabbed a tissue from the drawer, rolled out some, and used it to clean off his release. He used the rest to wipe off his dick before he finally zipped up his pants.

"So, where are we?" He muttered breathlessly as he grabbed his phone. He opened the car door and headed inside the restaurant.

He walked into the restaurant, his mind preoccupied with the blind date he was about to meet. Wynter, or whatever her name was, didn't really register on his radar. He had agreed to meet her only to satisfy his own desires, not expecting anything meaningful to come out of it.

"I wonder if she's already waiting for me. I just hope it's a pretty one; can't fuck an old wack!" He twisted, adjusting his shirt before opening the door to the glamorous restaurant.

"Nice to have you here, sir. Did you book a seat or just walk in, sir?" A waitress welcomed him.

He cleared his throat. "Erm... I booked a seat. Actually, it's Number 35."

"Oh, sir... that's your seat, right behind you. Your date is already waiting for you," the waitress replied, giving off her best smile.

"Date?" He scoffed inwardly as he followed the waitress's gaze, and it landed on her.

Wynter sat with her back straight, her long brown hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she sipped her drink, oblivious to his gaze.

Time stood still as he drank in the sight of her. His feet seemed to move of their own accord, drawing him closer to the enchanting stranger.

The waiter's voice faded into the background as he approached Wynter's table. His heart pounded in his chest, and his palms grew sweaty.

He felt an overwhelming urge to claim her, to make her his. Without thinking, he reached out and grasped her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers firmly, possessively.

Wynter's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't help himself. He felt an inexplicable connection, a spark that ignited a fire within him.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME, WYN?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Wynter sat at the table, sipping her drink and staring out the window, her mind consumed by the arrogant stranger she was about to meet. She'd never laid eyes on him before, but she was determined to take him down a peg. As she mixed her juice with a straw, her thoughts drifted back to the mysterious but charming guy from the night before.

Her cheeks flushed at the memory of his deep, husky voice, his chiseled features, and his toned skin. He looked like a demigod, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. But her admiration was quickly replaced by annoyance when she remembered he was fucking a lady out there in the streets. The thought made her blood boil over.

Wynter cursed herself for feeling a pang of jealousy. She wasn't supposed to care about someone else's actions, but she couldn't shake the image of him holding someone else close. Her mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions – excitement, embarrassment, and a hint of curiosity.

She was supposed to be the one, he was holding down last night, she was supposed to be the one taking his hard thrusts into her body, but instead another person barked on her.

As she struggled to gather her thoughts, a strong hand grasped her palm from behind. She turned to see who it was, and her eyes widened in shock. It was him – the Charming prince the same stranger she'd been thinking about all night. Wynter's mind reeled as she tried to process the situation.

Before she could say a word, he held her plams possesively as he asked the unthinkable: "Will you marry me, Wyn?"

The room fell silent, and all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of them.

Wynter's eyes locked onto his, searching for answers. Was this a dream? Was she hallucinating? She felt like she was floating on air, her senses heightened. The sound of his voice, the feel of his hand on hers, the look in his eyes – it all seemed surreal.

As she sat there, frozen in shock, she couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. Had he really just proposed to her? And what did it mean for their future together? The questions swirled in her mind, but she couldn't find the words to ask them. All she could do was stare at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Will you marry me, Wyn?"Her mind replayed his questions

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, but no sound came out. He stood there, towering over her, his grip on her palm firm but not painful. His voice-deep, smooth, and dripping with that same arrogance she'd heard yesterday-was now softened by something she couldn't quite place. Was it sincerity? Desperation? Wyn didn't know. All she knew was that the man who had haunted her thoughts since last night was now standing in front of her, asking her to marry him.

Her mind raced. Marry him? This man-this stranger-who she'd only seen for the first time yesterday, who she'd sworn was the epitome of arrogance, who she'd convinced herself she was going to "deal with" today. What the hell is going on?.

And one thing she was sure about was the he didn't remember her, from last night, at first she was tempted to throw herself at him, tell him yes, that's she's ready to be his, but another one cautioned her and reminded her, she had and would never be a easy target, for any man.

Wynter's eyes widened in incredulity as she forcefully withdrew her hands from his. "What the hell do you think you're doing, sir?" she retorted, her anger palpable.

"You heard me," he said, his tone steady but laced with that same commanding presence that had made her both furious and inexplicably drawn to him yesterday. "Will you marry me?"He asked again, his quest dominant and possesive.

She pulled her away from his, taking a step back. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions-confusion, disbelief, and, to her own frustration, a flicker of curiosity. "You're insane," she said, her voice stronger now. "I don't even know you."She reprimanded.

Malvern was taken aback, seems like he suddenly woke up from a trance, why the hell did he ask her to marry him, and yet again, how dare her reject him, all he had remembered no women had dared rejected him, but she did it, she said it to his face. Calming himself, he felt he'd overstepped, letting his emotions cloud his judgment. "Oh, I apologize... just a slip of the tongue," he whispered, adjusting his shirt.

Wynter's laughter was laced with disdain. "A slip of the tongue? I call that an assult ? You can't just grab someone's hand without consent, and fucking tell them to marry you!"

Malvern offered his most charming smile, taking the seat opposite hers. "I've apologized, Miss. Why are you still upset?"He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.

Wynter found his smile repulsive. "What do you think you're doing, taking that seat? It's reserved!"She smirked back at him.

Malvern extended his hand, his smile still on his lips, as he mumbled those words. "Hi, Wyn. I'm Black Bird."

Wynter's eyes sparkled with amusement. "So, this is it?"She trailed off, her mind flashing back to the image of him pressed against a woman in the alley, his hand gripping her thigh, his lips trailing down her neck. The memory sent a jolt of something through her-anger, jealousy? She wasn't sure.

Malvern remained unfazed. "Hi, Wyn. Sorry to keep you waiting, and sorry again for my earlier behavior, I was just teasing my pallet."

Wynter's voice was soft, measured. "So, it was you?, the dude from the...."She paused, taking her eyes off him, when she couldn't bare his beautiful eyes on her.

Malvern smiled. "My name is Malvern Archer. That's me, and you're Wynter right?"He asked.

Wynter maintained a straight face, sipping her fruit juice. Malvern was taken aback – this wasn't the reaction he typically got from women. Because whenever he's around girls he doesn't need to make the move ,but instead they do , girls, women, ladies,they crowd , around him.

He was about to say something,when a waiteress, brought a dish ,in tray right in front of Wynter ,and he could guess she ordered it .

"You ordered , for food already?"He asked, giving the waiteress his own order, as be watched her unwrapped the food.

"Do I need to starve myself because of you?" she asked, her tone icy, hitting him like a baseball.

Malvern was taken aback, but her words struck a chord, breaking the little boldness he had tried to gather up in front of this lady...or girl. "That's a fair point," he thought, "but her delivery is harsh."He pondered.

"Sorry I took up your time; something unexpected came up," he stammered, surprised by the weakness in his own voice.

"I don't need your insincere apology," she retorted, her voice still frosty.

Malvern discreetly clenched his sweaty palms, feeling trapped and uneasy. No woman had ever spoken to him like that before, and his usual charm seemed lost on her.

"Have I wronged you in some way?" he managed to ask. "Why are you all Curt towards me?"He asked.

"What's your name again?" she asked, her tone firm, as she dig her spoon into the soup.

Malvern sighed deeply, her delivery are all harsh, and at this rate he thinks it's high time he let her know what exactly he is."My name is Malvern," he replied softly.

Wynter hissed in disgust."Look at me, really look at me. What do you see?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

He locked eyes with her, his gaze sweeping across her upper body. He couldn't deny her beauty – her long hair, sparkling eyes, small round face, and curves that caught his attention. However, his instincts told him she wasn't seeking compliments.

"I don't understand what you're getting at, Wyn," he muttered.

"How old are you?" she snapped.

Malvern hesitated, knowing most people disliked discussing their age. Still, he wanted to please her. "I'm Twenty-Six Wyn," he replied.

And Before he could finish, she cut him off. "I'm nineteen, Mr. Malvern!"

"Mister ?,Why the formal title?" he whispered, his brows raised.

"When I asked you to take a good look at me, you said you saw nothing," Wynter said angrily. "Now, I'm telling you – what you're doing right now is borderline predatory,a child abuse!"

Malvern was taken aback. "Predatory? How so, Wyn?" he asked.

"Because I'm nineteen, and you had the audacity to ask me how much I charge for a night!" Wynter retorted.

Malvern realized he had misstepped. "You're still seeing yourself as a teenager, but I'm only twenty-six that doesn't make me old," he replied.

"Do you know why I came here?" Wynter asked, her voice rising. "I came to give you a stern warning: not every woman you meet will tolerate your inappropriate advances!"

Malvern's smile faltered. Wynter's anger was palpable."She looks adorable when she's angry," he thought to himself.

Wynter, however, was seething. "Do you find this amusing?" she asked, her voice icy.

"No, Wyn, I'm not taking your words lightly," Malvern replied. "My mind was just preoccupied with something else."

Wynter stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed to the counter. "Where are you going?" Malvern asked, following her.

Wynter ignored him, walked up to the cashier, and paid her bill. Malvern was taken aback.

"Why did you pay the bill?" he asked.

"I'm not that broke, and I won't wait for you to pay," Wynter hissed, walking out of the restaurant.

Malvern followed her. "Why are you doing all this?" he asked, trying to stop her from hailing a taxi.

Wynter turned to him. "You don't know?"

Malvern sighed. "Okay, I understand what I said yesterday was wrong, and I apologize. I didn't mean it."He apologized immediately, still not believing himself. Did he just apologized to the girl, for what!?

A sly smirk crossed Wynter's lips as she walked away. Malvern followed her, grasping her hand from behind.

"Wyn, can you –"

Wynter landed a forceful slap on his face, cutting him off. "Next time you lay your filthy hands on me, you'll regret ever crossing paths with me!"

Malvern stood frozen, clutching his face. Never had he been treated this way by a woman – let alone a nineteen-year-old girl.

Malvern watched as Wynter stormed off and hailed a cab. He stood there, transfixed, until the vehicle disappeared from view. Feeling dismayed, he trudged back to the restaurant, remembering he hadn't paid the bill. However, as a regular patron, it wasn't a concern.

Upon entering, he headed straight to the cashier. The lady, attempting to initiate a conversation, said, "Looks like you had a fight with that one. I think she's not interested, if you know what I mean."

Malvern wasn't in the mood for small talk. "I'd advise you to mind your own business, unless you want to risk losing your job," he warned sternly before leaving.

The cashier was taken aback, surprised by Malvern's aggressive tone. "Guess she's special," she thought to herself.

Malvern got into his car and drove to work, his thoughts consumed by Wynter. Her image kept flashing in his mind, and he couldn't shake off the feeling. However, he recalled how irritated she was with him, remembering the disgusted expression she made when he touched her earlier. He also recalled the slap she gave him when he grabbed her hand.

"Damn, I need to stop overthinking this," he muttered to himself as he stepped out of the car and into the large company building.

Blord Archer is the founder and CEO of Pinnacle Holdings, a diversified Luxury Real Estate Development, conglomerate based in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

But at the same time, he work as a common Director in his company , and this is known to only to few members of the family, the prominent CEO of PINNACLE HOLDING'S is Blord, Malvern's Cousin. Blord stayed as the acting CEO to give family, but to the world, be is give President of PINNACLE HOLDING'S.

As Malvern made his way to his office, he received greetings from numerous women, all vying for his attention. the ones he'd possibly sexed without even knowing it .Their flirtatious behavior was a familiar sight, but it had grown tiresome.

"Gross," he muttered, slumping into his office chair.

"Welcome sir "His secretary entered unannounced.

As usual, she's dressed in a sluty tight, revealing skimpy gown ,hung just above her ass check ,all this plays , just to entice him. While a Nineteen years old kid , barley thinks about him , not to think of acknowledge him, and this alone drives him insane.

Malvern acknowledged her with a curt "Morning, Kyler." He watched as she swayed over to his desk, dropping a file in front of him. "What's this about?" he asked, picking up the file.

"It's the comprehensive file for Pinnacle Holdings' proposal. Your signature is required," Kyler explained, her fingers brushing against her boobs .

Malvern sighed inwardly accustomed to Kyler's overt flirtations as he watched her display,Despite their numerous sex and streamy encounters, he struggled to recall the specifics,he just couldn't recall the countless times he had fucked the woman standing right in front of him ,she gives herself to him freely like a burnt offering.

Malvern sighed inwardly, . "Okay, I'll review it. You can leave now," he said, turning his attention to the computer.

Kyler's face fell, her expectations unmet. Though she often initiated their encounters, she craved more than just physical intimacy. "Alright, sir..." she whispered, turning to leave.

She paused halfway to the door. "Sir, do you need anything else?"

Malvern's gaze remained fixed on the computer. "What do you propose offering me, Kyler?"

Kyler's voice took on a raw, sensual tone. "Do you need... a favour? , like a Blow Job , have become so perfect in it and I can make you feel better"She replied, sensually ,as her fingers traveled around her boobs .

A sly smirk spread across Malvern's face, but his eyes didn't leave the screen. "I appreciate your proposal, Kyler, but I don't require that at the moment. When I do, I'll let you know."

Kyler's face lit up with a secretive smile. "Can I... kiss you, then?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Malvern's gaze finally met hers. "Why?"

Kyler's eyes sparkled. "I just feel like it, and I wish you'd let me."

"That's not enough reasons,for me to let you do that "He replied, keenly .

"So... what do you want me to do ?"She replied, gently.

He sighed deeply." Leave Kyler,when I need you I'll let you know, don't make this hard for you " .

Kyler kept her face down ,as she exits the room ,she and her boss has being the the Erotic relationship for months now ,but he'd never showed any sign of interest in her and it broke her up so badly .

•

Wynter arrived at her workplace, still seething with anger from earlier. She worked at a store in a large shopping mall but had recently been transferred to work in the main mall, responsible for restocking shelves for sales. After changing into her uniform, she began her shift.

Tyler, her colleague, approached her for a chat. "Hey, Wynter, I didn't think you'd make it to work today," she said with a smile.

Wynter's gaze turned icy; she held Tyler partly responsible for her earlier encounter with Malvern. "Is there ever a day I miss work?" Wynter replied coolly.

Tyler backpedaled. "No, that's not what I meant."

Wynter ignored her, continuing to stock the shelves. Tyler tried again, her voice laced with excitement. "So, about that app, did you meet anyone interesting?"

Wynter's expression turned stern. "Tyler, installing that app yesterday should be the last time you try something like that with me. If you do it again, I'll have no choice but to report you to our manager."

Tyler was taken aback, though she had anticipated a reaction. She hadn't expected Wynter's response to be so blunt. "I'm sorry..." she whispered to herself.

•8:00 PM

Wynter let out a deep sigh as she collapsed into the chair beneath the tree, finally done with her first day of work at the mall. Still clad in her uniform, she felt exhausted from the non-stop shelving and catering to customers. "I definitely need a change," she thought, gazing up at the stars, which reminded her of her happy past and large family. Now, however, she was alone.

Her thoughts drifted back to the encounter with Malvern earlier that day, and the slap she'd given him.

"Hope I didn't overreact," she murmured, but she quickly shrugged off the guilt, placing the blame squarely on him.

As she sipped her red juice, Wynter glanced around, checking her watch. It was already past 8, which meant the security guard would soon arrive to lock up the store. She decided to hurry and pack her belongings, changing into her regular clothes.

As she quickened her pace, Wynter chose to pass through the main store, noticing a few lingering customers. With haste, she opened the door and collided with someone, spilling her juice onto their clothes.

"Shit... I'm so sorry!" Wynter apologized, scrambling to pick up the scattered belongings. Face down, she gathered the items, but the person remained motionless, as if transfixed.

Standing up, Wynter met the person's gaze, and her eyes locked onto the one individual she'd sworn never to cross paths with again. Malvern stared back at her, his expression unreadable.

"Malvern?" Wynter whispered, her voice laced with surprise.