•• OLIVIA ••
I gulped in nervously and taking a deep breath I replied, "No. I won't regret this. But please, be gentle with me and—"
Before I could say anything further, his lips crashed with mine and his hands pinned down my wrists to the bed. I tasted sweet wine from his lips while my whole body was on fire.
And when I was starting to enjoy our kiss, he separated his lips from my needy lips and continued kissing my neck and tearing off my lingerie. He worshipped my body with wet kisses like I imagined the man from my fantaisies to do.
Before I could understand anything, he was already inside me and groaned, "What's your name?"
"O-Olivia," I stuttered, unable to resist his dominance over me.
"Olivia, is this your first time having sex with a man?"
"Y-Yes...," I answered like a good girl, struggling to endure the pain he was inflicting on me.
He slowed down for a moment as if he was surprised and kissing on my forehead, he whispers, "are you okay with losing your virginity to a complete stranger?"
I remained quiet and stared blankly at him, due the room being dimly lit, I couldn't figure out what kind of expression he had while asking me such a question.
"Since you don't want to answer, I'll take it as yes," his tone changed to indifference as he increased his thrusting speed inside me.
Making me scream in pain and slowly pleasure entered inside my body. He dominated over me and made me feel seen, cared, and loved. I never expected a gigolo to be this good at their job.
***
At early 3 am in the morning, my phone alarm woke me up and I opened my heavy eyelids. Rubbing my eyes, I got up and looked at the sleeping man next to me.
His jet black hair was all over his shoulder and face while his tattooed back was exposed to my naked eyes. He had a stunningly beautiful archangel tattoo on his back who's wings stretched to either of his shoulders.
"Is...Is he really a gigolo or a gangster?" I murmured, taken aback by his daring tattoos.
He looked no less than a fictional mafia boss from the romance novels I read. I wanted to look at him a little longer but I had no time to waste.
I quietly climbed out of the bed with a sore back and wore my dress and covered myself with the torn cloak. Just before walking out of the room, I remembered that I have to pay for the night service of the gigolo.
"What should I do now? I forgot to bring the cash..."
I bit my lower lip and looked at myself in hurry, searching for something valuable to leave. My eyes stopped at the diamond ring on my left hand's pinky finger.
"Yes, this will do."
I took off my diamond ring and placed it in his open palm, I tip-toed outside. Sneaking out of the Clubhouse, I called the cab and arrived at my mansion. Of course security guards spotted me climbing to my bedroom's balcony through the hanging rope.
My father came running to my room and awarded me with a hard slap across my face. Raising his hand to hit me again he cursed, "Insolent brat! Why are reeking of alcohol?Where the fuck you went?"
I didn't reply but tears filled my eyes as I covered my aching cheek with my hand.
"You must have gotten bad influence from your best friend. I'll make sure she learns her lesson for spoiling my good daughter."
"No father," I abruptly replied, breaking the silence. "Alicia didn't do anything. I went clubbing to experience the night life before my marriage..."
"You went where? Clubbing?" His keen eyes scanned me from head to toe.
Thank goodness, I had hid my ripped cloak in the bushes. Otherwise he would become suspicious of me.
"Without informing me?" He sighed, massaging his forehead in stress and glanced at my teary eyes.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop scolding you. Get ready, Mr. Maverick called me and said he's waiting for you at the airport," he patted lightly on my head.
"My good daughter, you should present yourself as pretty as possible to your future husband."
"Yes, father. I understand," I answered, managing a smile on my lips.
The maids entered my bedroom and started grooming me. They noticed the hickeys on my neck and chest but didn't say anything, rather dabbed the foundation to cover up.
And I didn't understand why I was being dressed in a low sleeve gown with my cleavage showing. On top of that my hair was tied up in a french bun with side strands of hair floating over my forehead and ears.
The maids assisted me downstairs, where my father was waiting for me. He took me to his car and we arrived at the airport on time. There I was greeted by my soon-to-be husband, Maverick Anderson.
He was a stunning, neat old man with wrinkles on his face and hair turned grey. He approached our car with his bodyguards, trying to look as cool as possible. Not impressed!
He extended his hand for me to get out of the car and I looked at my father in awkwardness.
"Don't be shy. You'll soon marry him," my father shamelessly said, nudging me to hold Maverick's hand.
Hiding my disgust, I placed my hand in his wrinkled palm and that creepy oldman kissed my hand. I quickly pulled my hand from his grasp, shocking him and as a result I received a hard glare from father. He was indirectly asking me to apologise to the oldman and make up for the insult.
Forcing a polite smile, I held Maverick's hand and pecked on his side cheek as an apology.
The oldman smirked, and wrapping his arm around my waist, he chuckled, "It's alright, Darling. I can understand your hesitation, with time you'll get used to my gestures full of love."
' Darling?' Oh please, I was of his granddaughter's age. At least he should show some shame appropriate for his age, then again what I'm even expecting from the man who purchased me to become his wife.
Swallowing my sanity, I followed Maverick to his private jet while my father waved goodbye to me. Surely he wasn't going to attend the wedding and from now onwards I was on my own.
"What's the matter, Darling?" The oldman asked, his hand still resting on my waist.
"Your father told me that he can't attend our wedding because of his busy schedules. Do not worry, I'll make sure you are treated well and you can consider me as your Daddy. Do you understand what I mean?"
My fists clenched as the urge to smack this disgusting oldman's face strengthened in my heart. Rolling my eyes in irritation, I replied, "I... I'm fine, Mr Maverick."
"Okay. Now, Let's go."
Upon landing in Washington city, Maverick escorted me straight to the grand church for our wedding vows. To my surprise only a few relatives and guests attended. I wasn't surprised since this was just a formality to hide our contractual marriage agreement.
"I announce both of you as husband and wife. You may share the kiss," the pope announced and the hall filled with dull applause.
The oldman pulled me close and my eyes stuck on his wrinkled lips. I was fucking done for god's sake.