Prologue - Iara
I was never a believer in love at first sight, kinda shit, or someone who looked forward to the idea that someday, a charming prince would show up to rescue me, riding his white horse just to meet me. Yet…
Yet, I met you.
I met you and it took my whole breath away just by seeing you standing before me, and I could barely process the thoughts in my head while I peeked at you from afar, unable to get any closer since you were here as a customer, a guest, and I… I was just another employee, working to pay my endless bills and all the debt my parents had left to me.
… So, only God truly knew why I was trying to fix my hair as if I had any chance of being seen and noticed by you…
Feeling completely lost in your charm, I tried to check myself on a tray closer by, as if it was uselessly a mirror.
I wasn't aware of your name or who you were. Nevertheless, I was already sure that my heart would belong to you for the rest of my life, and it didn't matter if we would never meet again after that.
I just knew it belonged to you, and I was pretty sure it would never change ever again.
… Imprinting, mating bond… If it was a fairytale, I could easily name such feelings of mine, yet since it was reality…
It was hard for me to think of one word that could explain such unexplainable emotions that made me follow you until the pool bar.
… Our eyes met then, your smile melting my heart before your wink made me turn around, shy due to my own actions as I rushed back to work, back to what I should be doing if I wanted my salary at the end of the week…
"Maybe you should just marry some foolish rich man, or find a sugar daddy to help you to solve your issues all at once."
It didn't only sound like a bad idea, it was one too.
A very bad, stupid one that I couldn't deny had made me think about you once again from the first moment it left my friend's lips…
Of course, it wasn't like I expected you to have or need a sugar baby. And just by looking at you, anyone could tell that you were not a foolish man, so… You can say, my stupid and silly thoughts were basically caused all by one simple thing… My desire for you.
I wanted to use it as an excuse to get closer to you again, dismissing the real problems I had, like how I could become homeless at any minute. I only had you in mind, considering If I needed and had to pick a rich man to seduce into becoming my husband, I wish this man was you.
… There wasn't much to think about this truly…
I wish you, and just you.
But as I sat on this bar stool, I wondered more and more about who was seducing who in this game.
Your full confident self came across as if you were undressing me with your eyes, picturing in your mind what my body looked like, pondering if it was worth your time or not… Or if you should seek new companies…
And although one side of mine told me that I should hate it about you, I could only bite my bottom lip in silence as an answer, somehow praying in my heart that you would think it was good enough, making me miss when your husky voice called my name for the first time.
… Your hand touched mine, bringing my attention back to this crazy reality, forcing me to think of how cold your touch was, almost as if you had just come out of the water on that hot summer day…
The insanity of my idea no longer bothered me as I stared back at you now, clueless about what I should do next, until your unrealistic eyes met with mine once again.
… I just wish you could call my name a second time when I got the courage to kiss your lips gently, despite knowing my mistakes and how I was losing to you…
Perhaps, my mistake was much worse than I could ever have predicted, as a smirk showed on your face, and I could swear to see a rainbow in your gaze before you were the one getting closer to me this time, locking me against the counter.
"Iara…"
Goosebumps ran through my whole body just by hearing your voice and how my name softly left your lips before they touched me again, as I wanted them to for a second time.
The night became timeless when you did it, with your hands in my hair and waist whilst mine brushed against your arms… Feeling each muscle that exists in them, and as you sat me on the counter, I thought about what would come next.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
If someone didn't interrupt us then.
"I believe it'd be better if Sir and Ma'am went to your bedroom before further activities."
I fell into utter shock, recalling how we were still at his nightclub bar, yet my desire for him kept stronger in my heart, deep as the ocean's depths.