A seductive smile blossomed on her breathtakingly beautiful face, her eyes shimmering with intoxicating allure; one of my large hands pulled her straight into my arms.
"Mm…"Her body instantly softened, melting like water under the heat of desire. She lifted her head; her long, wavy hair cascaded down my arm like a waterfall. An expensive bra framed her alluring breasts as she leaned comfortably against my broad chest. In an instant, the deep, abyss-black pupils of my eyes made the woman melt; when I lowered my head, she gently lowered her lashes, lifting her delicate chin to receive my lips, her rosy lips parting slightly.
"Mm…"Our lips met, igniting a fierce blaze; she drowned in the wild kiss, breathing in ragged gasps, her hands growing bolder as they slowly explored under my shirt. I was only wearing a single shirt and thanks to her teasing, it was already hanging wide open. My bronze, muscular skin gleamed faintly under the warm pink lighting, adding a deadly charm.
"This woman… we haven't seen each other for a while, and she's already this seductive."My voice sank into a low, intoxicating murmur against her ear, deepening the thrill. As for her name, I barely remembered, Lily or something-flower, I never bothered with such details. Her breathing grew heavier; she let out a coy laugh and a soft moan as her hand slid downward to my luxury belt.
"So eager?" I chuckled, voice dropping to a darker, richer timbre, my gaze shadowed and intense. My thin lips brushed her ear.
"Yes… Nicolas, you're so bad. You ignored me for so long, did you forget about me?"She pouted sweetly, her small face full of pleading. Though she was a highborn lady who always acted proud before men, in front of only one man, a dangerously powerful one: me, she became so easily teased, burning with passion. I was wealthy, single, and the perfect "golden prize" in every woman's eyes.
I was charming, handsome; with just a faint tilt of my thin lips, a silent smile, even the proudest woman would melt, willingly kneel at my feet. She was no exception. Even knowing I had many women, she willingly stayed; one smile from me was enough to make her step toward me without hesitation.
"You little temptress."Finally, my large hand lazily settled on her body, the corner of my lips lifting into a wicked smirk, not the slightest hint of mercy.
"Nicolas… tell me, do you miss me…"She clung to my chest, her voice so sweetly coquettish it could melt iron. Why had it taken me so long to remember her? She didn't dare to ask outright, because she liked me, not just for the money, the looks, the status, but because she wanted to create a legendary romance with me.
"Miss you? Of course I missed you."My devilish eyes narrowed as I let out a lazy laugh. Did I miss her? If she hadn't called, I might have forgotten her long ago. Women often suffered over meaningless words I didn't even remember saying. Still, if she wanted it, I didn't mind doing her a favor; watching a woman moan and collapse under me always satisfied me but in the end, everything was empty.
"Really?"Her face lit up with joy, eyes wide with desire; the air thickened with my scent. Heat seeped through the layers of fabric, coloring her snowy cheeks pink.
"Of course. Why wouldn't you believe me?"My deep voice poured into her ears. She wanted to believe; she chose to believe. Before I even touched her, her small hands reached for her straps, and in an instant, they slipped down. She trembled, wanting to speak but only looking up at me with hazy, uncertain eyes.
"Good girl. Come here, undress me."I lifted my hand with a sensual smile.Delighted, she reached out to remove my shirt, when suddenly...
"Young master!"The butler stepped into the room, his voice calm yet respectful, as if he saw scenes like this every day.
"Ah…" The girl in my arms squealed in fright.I frowned why do women always scream "ah"?
"What is it?" I asked lazily.
"Young master, Miss Richart has arrived," the butler replied.Immediately after, the crisp clack of high heels echoed across the marble floor. A stunningly beautiful woman appeared before me.
"Looks like I'm interrupting something good," she said softly, her eyes dimming just slightly at the sight of the girl clinging to me.
I smirked, slapped the girl's backside playfully, and leaned down."Looks like I disappointed you tonight."
"Nicolas… who is she…"The woman in my arms protested, pouting miserably.
I glanced at the newcomer, shrugged, and said in a low, teasing tone:"Liliana, my fiancée from the William family."
I had always introduced her like that straightforward, ever since university.The girl in my arms froze, speechless.Every woman who desired me knew there was a Liliana by my side, the cherished heiress of the Richart Corporation, my officially recognized fiancée.
The woman in my arms left in humiliation.Her clothes were a mess, but I didn't bother fixing my own shirt. Instead, I strode to the luxurious liquor cabinet and poured a drink. Moonlight wrapped around my strong body like a seductive halo, my silhouette against the floor-to-ceiling window making Liliana's heart ripple.
She gently wrapped her fair arms around my firm waist, pressing her small face against my back, breathing in the magnetic presence I exuded.
"Nicolas… you're angry, aren't you?"Her soft voice fell like light rain on leaves enough to shake any man's heart, though not mine.I didn't turn around. Even with her warm body against me, I didn't react. My usual debauched expression grew colder. I said nothing, simply raised my head and drained the glass.
"Nicolas…"Liliana's voice remained sweet; she gently took the empty glass from me and circled in front. She lifted her delicate face to look at me.I braced both hands on the bar counter, trapping her breath within my arms. My deep black eyes revealed nothing of what I thought. After a moment, my lips curved into a wicked smile.
"Speak. Why did you come looking for me?"
Liliana's eyes overflowed with love for me.Her slender fingers brushed my face as she whispered:
"Father keeps urging our marriage… but… you've never taken me to the William family's Garden Villa."
That place, my home, was not only as extravagant as a royal palace, but in my heart, the woman who entered it would be the one I loved most, my true wife.But after all these years, although I spent every night with women, I had never brought any of them there.Even Liliana, my fiancée, had never stepped inside.
My brows furrowed; a faint trace of mockery flashed in my eyes.
"My parents are very pleased with you."
"No, that's not what I meant!"Liliana panicked, her small hand sliding down to straighten my messy shirt."Nicolas, won't you take me to the Garden Villa? That will be where we live after marriage…"
Hearing that, shadows darkened my gaze.I took her hand, met her innocent eyes, and spoke each word clearly:
"No. After marriage, you will live in the residence I arranged but absolutely not the William Garden Villa."
"What…?"Liliana's face went pale with fear."Nicolas, you mean after we marry… I'll sleep alone? I'll be so scared…"
She trembled, eyes clouded with panic.Seeing her flustered state, I sighed and patted her shoulder.
"All right, we'll talk about this later."
Liliana threw herself into my chest, tears glittering at the corners of her eyes.
"Nicolas, please don't leave me, don't abandon me. I know you have many other women, but I don't care; as long as you look at me, just don't let me be alone. I'm afraid… of those memories…"
"Liliana, it's all in the past. Don't let your thoughts wander."My gaze darkened; at her last sentence, a sharp pain pierced through my heart.