“I changed my mind.” His eyes lingered on my cleavages. “You have a beautiful body. How about you pay me in another way?" He pinched my chin and forced my gaze to meet his horny eyes.
A crawling sensation journeyed beneath my skin. His breath against my skin burnt disgust into me.
“Leave her alone,” Tessy yelled. About to come closer when one of his men trapped her between his hands.
“How about I make you mine?" The boss’s cruel hands went around my waist.
“Sorry, she already belongs to me.” A familiar voice filled the room, one I hated but was so glad to hear.
With the most horrid frown I had seen, the boss turned to Mr. Adiaga. “And you are?”
“You should check your account. Her debt had been paid.” Raphael’s eyes rested on my body, and his eyes darkened briefly.
The boss checked his phone, and without saying a word, he and his man disappeared.
Mr. Adiagatook off his suit and hung it over me. “Did that bastard hurt you?” His tone reverberated with warmth.
A warmth that painted my cheeks red. His musky scent that lingered on his suit filled my nostrils.
“Let’s get you out of here.” He added.
“I need to change,” I said, before heading to my room to change into a knee-length gown.
**
After a while, we arrived at the Adiaga’s mansion. The mansion stood on large acres of land. Towering trees lined the driveway. A large fountain was stationed meters away from the stairs that led to the entrance.
Mr. Adiaga's footsteps and mine echoed as we entered the house. Climbing the stairs and passing through the white-panelled hallway, we entered a room.
Brown shelves lined the walls of the study room. The air harboured the scent of paper.
My eyes fell on a man settled on the sofa in the middle of the room, a wheelchair next to him.
His black hair was styled to perfection. His hunter-hazel eyes seared over me, melting my skin with a feeling I knew well—fear, and another I couldn’t dare discern. The black polo shirt did a horrible job concealing his broad chest.
“Is she the one Raphael?” His voice was hoarse yet pleasing.
I whipped my head to him. “Raphael?” The plaintiff’s name was Mr. Zain. The name on the contract was Mr. Zain Adiaga.
My breath shuddered as shock swept my whole body.
Mr. Adiaga shot a taunting smile. “This is Zain, your husband-to-be.”
He had tricked me.
