The next evening, Amelia sat at the bar, her dress a deliberate choice. The tight, red fabric hugged her curves, showcasing her toned thighs and ample cleavage. She sipped her cocktail, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of boredom and anticipation.
As if on cue, the door swung open and Anthony walked in, his confident stride commanding attention, while his bodyguards walked behind him. His eyes locked onto Amelia who sat at the other end of the bar, and he winked, a sly smile spreading across his face.
Without a word, he beckoned her to join him, his gaze flicking to the VIP lounge. Amelia's lips curled into a sly smile as she set her drink down, her eyes never leaving Anthony's.
She stood up, her dress clinging to her body as she made her way towards him. The air was electric with tension, and Amelia knew she had him right where she wanted him.
Amelia followed Anthony into the VIP lounge, the music and laughter of the bar fading into the background as they stepped into the exclusive area. The lounge was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Anthony gestured to a plush couch, and Amelia sat down, her dress riding up her thighs as she crossed her legs.
Anthony sat beside her, his eyes roving over her body.
" What can I get you?" he asked, his voice low and husky
Amelia smiled, her eyes locking onto his. "I'll have whatever you're having," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Anthony's eyes flashed with desire, and he leaned in close, his breath whispering against her ear. " I'm having you," he whispered.
Amelia's lips curved upward, her eyes glinting with amusement. This was easier than she expected
" Not so fast," Amelia said, her voice husky. " Don't you want to get to know me better?"
Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression puzzled. " What's to know?" he asked, his tone dripping with arrogance.
Amelia's smile grew wider. " Well, for starters, you could try remembering my name," she said, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
Anthony's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. " You're the woman I want to fuck," he replied, his voice low and rough.
Amelia's smile faltered for a moment, 'The bastard can't even remember her name' she thought
As Anthony's words hung in the air, the bartender arrived with their drinks. And after exchanging a few words, Anthony ushered him out, along with his escorts.
Once they were alone, Anthony began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving Amelia's face. But before he could even finish, Amelia tried to stand up.
" I think I've had enough," she said, her voice cold.
Anthony's hands stilled on his shirt buttons. "What's wrong?" he asked, his tone low and even.
Amelia's eyes flashed with anger. "I'm not interested if you just see me as a slut," she spat.
Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn't expected her to react like this. He stood up, his movements fluid, and walked over to Amelia.
"Sit down," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
Amelia hesitated for a moment before sitting back down. Anthony followed suit, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Let me make one thing clear," he said, his voice low and husky. "I don't just see you as a slut. I see you as a woman who knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to take it."
Amelia's eyes searched his, trying to read his intentions. "And what do you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anthony's gaze held hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want you," he said, his voice low and rough. "I want to explore every inch of your body, to taste your skin, to feel your warmth wrapped around me."
Amelia's breath caught in her throat as Anthony's words sent shivers down her spine. She felt a flutter in her chest, a spark of desire that threatened to ignite into a full-blown flame.
"But I'm not just looking for a one-night stand," Anthony continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "I'm looking for someone who can keep up with me, someone who can match my passion and my intensity."
Amelia's eyes locked onto Anthony's, her expression unreadable. "What about Sophie?" she asked, her voice neutral.
Anthony's eyes flickered, a hint of surprise crossing his face. " Sophie?" he repeated.
Amelia's gaze didn't waver. " Your fiancée," she clarified.
Anthony's expression smoothed out, a calculating glint in his eye. " Oh, Sophie," he said, his voice dismissive. " That's just a publicity stunt."
Amelia raised an eyebrow. " A publicity stunt?" she repeated.
Anthony nodded, his expression unapologetic. " I needed to keep myself in the news, and a high-profile engagement does wonders for one's public image."
Men. They would say anything just to get into your pants.
Hhe leaned in close, her eyes locked onto his. " I don't care about your publicity stunts," she whispered. "I care about what happens between us, behind closed doors."
" You're a very direct woman, aren't you?" Anthony said, his voice low and husky.
" I get what I want," Amelia replied, her eyes flashing with intensity.
Slowly, she brushed her lips against Anthony's, a soft, gentle caress that sent shivers down his spine. She pressed closer, her mouth opening slightly as she deepened the kiss.
As they kissed, Amelia's fingers moved to unbutton Anthony's shirt. She felt his chiseled abs muscles tense beneath her touch as his shirt came undone.
Anthony tried to lift Amelia onto his lap, but she pushed him back, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Anthony's eyes narrowed, his body tense with anticipation. What was she planning?
" You're quite the lover," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. " But I think it's time we got down to business."
Anthony's eyes narrowed, a hint of confusion crossing his face. And then, Amelia's hand emerged from beneath the cushion, holding a small, sleek gun.