Owens Vitmoz noticed her step into the room. For a moment he didn't look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. And when she demanded to see his face he finally turned to give her what she asked for.
As his gaze met hers, he wasn't surprised Elowen didn't tremble at his sight. The face she knew about his arranged husband was not the one she was seeing right now. He had removed the fake skin mask that had believable human skin and scars on it as if it were his own flesh.
He held her eyes for a while drinking in her features. She was sweetly beautiful in a way that felt effortless. Her brown-golden hair caught the light, soft and radiant, framing a face kissed by gentleness.
Even as she was struggling to appear strong, her rosy lips and soft brown eyes didn't hide the deep calmness, making her gaze both comforting and quietly captivating.
She wore a pretty little dress that suited her perfectly. It clung just enough to hint at her shape while remaining modest, the kind of dress that made her look lovely, as if it had been chosen to match the sweetness she carried within.
"Not bad. It's time to get this done with." She said coolly and Owen barely held back a smirk at the way her confidence pulled him in.
Owen looked down at her feet where her shoes were already tossed aside. The woman had quite an impressive commanding aura.
However, what will become of Elowen when she finds out that who she was about to end up in a scandal with will be none other than Owen Vitmoz? The man behind her nightmare– The scarred husband she's running away from. He thought.
Elowen POV
I forced a deep breath, at least, he wasn't bad-looking.
"Not bad. It's time to get this done with." I said, voice coming out more like an order. In a nut of surprise, he began taking some steps towards me, steps that pressed a commanding aura I least expected, stopping just right in front of me.
Lowering his head close to me, he brought his hand tugging stray hairs behind my ear as he whispered, "Are you sure of what you're about to do?" He asked, as if he had the authority to question me in that manner which made my brows knit.
"I paid you to have me for the night. Not to ask a stupid question. I'm not a kid to know what I want, so go ahead and do your job well." I couldn't help but snap his hand off my face which his lips now pulled into a smirk.
For a few seconds, he watched me. I could sense the curiosity in him or skepticism...something I could barely decipher until I felt the tip of his fingers on my jaw. Brushing the corners of my lips with his thumb, he pulled me against his body, making a gasp escape my lips.
What was he doing?
"Very well then." He raised a brow and lifted his head. Slowly, he moved away from me, giving me the privilege to entice my sight while he removed every piece of clothing shielding his fair skin, and only stopped when it was that one piece that barely hid his predator now popping out between his legs.
I can see the smirk that never left his face. He watched me. I feared he would see how my chest rose and fell in an attempt to catch a good breath.
For a split second, a hot lump went down my throat burning so hot I could barely carry my own feet.
I wasn't expecting the shivers running down my spine.
How could a one-night stand be so breathtaking? Come on, what's wrong with me? I needed to get my act together.
Perhaps, if I had been given a chance to see who my arranged husband was, maybe I would have given a second thought to what I was about to do, something that would ruin the career I had worked so hard to build for years.
But no. Not for once have I gotten a chance to.
All I knew was the stories about him, stories that brought creeping fears to me since the day my father told me I would be getting married to Owens Vitmoz.
There is no way I would be a toy to pay my father's debt by accepting a marriage with such a man.
I'd rather end my career than spend the rest of my life with him.
I'd rather sleep with this handsome stranger and end myself in a scandal than marry that man.
"Aren't you going to..." The man before me spoke and paused, making his remaining words known by tilting his head to one side in question.
I gulped hard suddenly realizing how I had strayed just staring at his sexiness I never knew would tingle my body.
And then, I remembered there was something I was missing. Quickly I set the camera in a good position so as not to miss the scene.
Before I could turn toward him, the ground vanished beneath my feet. Again, a startled gasp tore from my throat as he lifted me with sudden force, and in the next breath, my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands firm on my ass like I paid him to own it too.
Before words could leave my mouth he kissed me deliberately. Like he needed to stir the moment. Stir something in me.
My pupils flared at the shock of his movement, my heart pounding so violently it felt as though it might break free from my chest.
My brows knitted even more.
Then, I saw his gaze travelling down my body, as if he was making a mental note of every step he took.
He began tracing his fingers along the lines of my jaw, coming to rest them just below my cleavage making my belly knot at his action.
And then suddenly, he stopped and brought my feet to meet the floor again.
I cursed at the erratic beating of my heart, the unimaginable effect he was having on me.
"I wouldn't mind helping you strip if you aren't going to do it yourself?" His voice dripped with a demand that felt more like a command instead of a request.
My hands flew to my zip I instantly and suddenly paused at my own actions.
I cursed at myself for not having control. Did I tell him I paid him to also stir an arousal?
My eyes tore on the man in front of me. Something is building inside of me. I didn't know what it was at the moment. Anger or hunger...But I was sure that if it wasn't Emily who recommended him to me, I swear to have lashed out and ordered him out and stopped this shit with him.
I was supposed to be the one in command, and him obey my rule, not the other way around.
However, the way those very eyes pinned me to the spot, I found myself obeying every single command he made.
Instinctively, my eyes blinked, recalling that I told myself I would not follow this process. Only having in mind to be done in just one minute and not this sudden romantic process.
There was nothing to be romantic about with a stranger when I was about to betray myself. Was he even...
My thoughts and breath hitched, noticing his hand now drew the lines of my smooth thigh making it under my skirt.
My eyes flew wide at his fingers on the strip of the little piece of clothing being suddenly ripped from underneath my skirt, sending the warm biting air without notice.
My hands found its way up on his neck in an attempt to get a hold of myself when I felt something wet on my lips and next a sudden poke from between where my legs involuntarily welcomed the motion.
My own response to his actions came as a shock to me. I wasn't supposed to be feeling this moment of betrayal, but this strange one-night was sending every feeling to my bones. Making me do things more than I wanted to do.
Before I could count minutes, every piece of clothing on my body was undone.
"This can be a one-night stand, but don't worry, I will make sure to make it a memorable one," He leaned and whispered into my ear. Before I could think of speaking, he pinned me to the bed and began controlling every motion, every inch of my body.