Isabella's Point of View
My body tingled softly, everything he said either scared me or amused me. I locked eyes with him as he laid down everything and my body trembled with certain excitement, "how can a person send shivers down one's spine with mere words?" I thought.
"My condition is that for a hundred days our daily life becomes a game." Alex says, his voice laced with excitement and ultimate pleasure.
"A game?" I repeated, searching for clues about what he meant in his eyes but nothing checked out. He was as cold as a dog's nose and cunning as a fox's eye. But that's what intrigued me the most about him.
Every single one of my eighteen victims were predictable, I could read their mind and fill their next move with confidence and that's how I dominated their life until the last moment.
But everything about him was different, i couldn't predict him, he wasn't driven by his third leg but his brain. Men driven with brains are difficult and scheming; killing him would be a great feat for my trophy cabinet.
"Yes, a game." Alex replied, smiling as he walked towards me, pulling my unclad body into his and staring deep into my eyes.
"You're X and I'm Y with strange and different backgrounds, professions and paths. But strangely we get married without solving the mystery that makes me X and the one that makes you Y." He continued but this time with a smile.
"The next hundred days we would live our life solving the mystery that haunts our curiosity. Whosoever gets it first gets to take the other person's wealth hundred percent." He said whispering in my ears and my hand trembled slightly with excitement.
I stood there wondering why he would want to play such a game with me. I had a million reasons why this game was favorable for me but the smile that clouded my face hearing those words was because I had the chance to win twice.
"I get to keep your blood on my trophy cabinet and your wealth in my bank account." I thought, as I shook hands with him.
But I could still feel the pang in my chest, Alex wasn't a predictable prey. Would I truly be able to win?
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Alex's Point of View
Her soft hands were embedded in mine as we both smiled at each other cunningly. I didn't need to read her mind to know she was happy about this but I had something she didn't know about.
Once these hundred days were over I would be eighteen billion richer in cash and assets.
The mysterious woman standing in front of me was worth eighteen billion dollars, and I was about to perform the biggest heist in the history of my pleasure business.
Even though I swindled women off their properties and took their wealth the highest I could accumulate was two billion dollars, my thoughts wandered to the moment I spent locked in that guest house with Faith.
Faith wasn't just my manager, she was the best informant in the world and everything she said has always been correct to an extent. If Faith would tell me a dog was definitely a cat then I wouldn't think twice before accepting that fact.
There I sat drowning in my helplessness thinking about how I would get Grace Mallory to forgive me and Faith approached me, "I'm really sad we lost that target we could have been eighteen billion richer." She said, her voice creaking as she whispered the words in my ears.
Faith knew my weakness, the only thing I loved more than women was money and what I loved more than money was still money. And the reason I loved women was because they brought me money. So basically the only thing I loved was money.
At that time, I wasn't worried about it. I speculated a lot, I wanted to deal with Mallory and I was scared I'd disappear just like all the other guys who fucked her so I wanted to run away from her for the rest of my life.
But those split second motivations are demonic, the split second between her wanting to get married for a hundred years and my answer brewing up everything I buried deep in my heart.
"This is your chance to get eighteen billion richer while you still get to keep banging the girl without thinking about it." At that moment all that came to me was Newton's first law of motion.
I meant, "the money will be at rest chilling until an external force acts upon it." I had to be that external force I have to be richer no matter the cost.
But something bothered me, my heart still raced whenever I looked into her eyes. "Am I really drawn to her money or her madness?" I thought.
"When do we get married?" Isabella asked, her sweet voice disrupting the internal monologue that kept me brimming with confidence and joy.
"If tomorrow wouldn't be too early, the countdown could start tomorrow night." I replied, staring at her before releasing her from my grasp.
These hundred days would definitely be a bedrock to something new, meeting her as channeled something different into me.
Meeting a lot of women didn't mean you would learn a lot of things, but meeting her I've experienced lots of emotions with several words tolling up in my head with no definition to them.
But I was confident I would win, and she couldn't because I had just one secret and that was the fact that I pleasured women for money.
I had no friends, no connections apart from Faith and I was certain she would never rat me out. The game was over before it even began.
"I win." I whispered unknowingly.
"The game had merely just started, and right now I have the upper hand. Never underestimate me, I am not your average woman." Isabella replied, her voice thickened as she said those words.
"Then it's game on." I said, walking away from her and picking up my clothes slipping in them as quickly as possible.
"Get ready tomorrow, we're going to get married by noon." I whispered in her ears before walking out the room.