Conditions

Zuriel pov

"Do you really think I'm going to let you ruin your own life by playing with different girls and bringing scandals every second day?" He raised his eyebrows, and I sighed.

"Those are just my one-night stands. I already told them clearly, no strings attached, they're just gold diggers, nothing more than that, and they're lying," I huffed while running my hand through my hair.

"Your dad is right, Zuriel. You have to get settled, either sooner or later." I want to see you happy," she smiled while placing her hand over my shoulder. "No, I'm not going to marry her and that's final." I frowned at them. At least meet her once. I invited her and her family to our upcoming charity event. "Trust me, you will like her, and you will remember the condition right," he said, and I turned around and sighed.

My dad put a condition before me that if I didn't marry within this month, he would transfer his entire company to an orphanage.

I have no other option but to get married, but a serious marriage. This is the thing I hate and I never want to do, but what can I do? 

I literally hate this all.

I dashed into my study and slammed the door shut. I'm not going to be married. I need to think about it. I need to do something.

My phone rang, and I picked it up.

"Baby, are you coming over today?" I heard her sultry voice.

I think I need release very badly. I need to get laid.

"Yes, I'm coming." I hung up the call and made my way towards the exit.

Finally, I arrived at the hotel.

This is one of a chain of five-star hotels owned by me, my Richardson Empire. I'm the one whose hard work brought Richardson Empire to this level; that it's one of the most successful multinational companies, but still, my dad took advantage of owning half of the shares of the company, and now, I'm being blackmailed into marrying his childhood friend's daughter, which I hate.

I made my way towards my penthouse.

Everyone greeted me in some way.

Finally, I arrived at my penthouse and made my way towards the bedroom. There she is, standing in red lingerie with heavy makeup.

Linda is the daughter of one of our business clients.

She smirked when she saw me and slid her see-through nightgown down and lay on her back over the bed.

I unclasp my pants while making my way towards the bed.

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"Baby yes, harder yes," she purred, and I pounded on her harder.

"But you're not her." Why did I think of her? It's like I'm going down memory lane again.

Then my mind whirled around the other girl whom I met at the club.

There is nothing special about her. I've seen more beautiful girls than her, but still, I don't even understand what she has in her, which is still attracting me towards her. She's even very average looking. Her appearance was nothing special, but her thoughts lingered around me even after she had left.

I remember how boldly she pushed and threatened Ariel when she tried to insult her in the club. I just love the confidence of that girl.

Even though Linda is very beautiful and has the body anyone would desire, she is so sexy and beautiful.

That club girl is nothing in front of Linda, but still, why the hell am I still crushing on that club girl?

What the hell is happening to me?

I closed my eyes and plunged into Linda, trying harder to forget that club girl.

"Ahh..." Linda cried out when I grabbed her hair and pounded into her faster.

"Just forget about that club girl; she is nothing," I sighed.

Finally, I pulled away from the condom and took off my shirt.

I looked around to find my pants "here." Linda passed me my pants. Her face was graced with satisfaction while her eyes ran down over my body. Lust flickered in her eyes again.

"Am I not able to satisfy you?" she swallowed, still not bothering to cover her naked body. This is the thing I liked about her. She is so bold.

"But not more than that club girl," my inner voice chided.

"No, you're amazing," I said while buttoning my shirt.

"Then why don't you have round two with me?" she asked, fidgeting her fingers.

I brushed some strands of her brown hair away from her face and lightly peeked at her lips.

"You know me very well and also know that I don't do second rounds," I finally put on my pants and made my way out of the room to the bar, where I poured myself a glass of strong whisky, but that club girl came to mind again.

What the hell was happening to me? Why the hell am I not able to get that girl off my mind since I saw her at the club?

I clutched the glass of whisky so hard and ran my hands through my hair. Why is

she affecting me this much? I don't even know her. It seems like I need a very cold shower.

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I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and only my sweatpants on, unable to move on since the day I met that girl in the club.

All I could think about was her and her alone.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up without seeing the caller id.

"Sir, we've got all the information about her," My personal investigator informed me, and I don't know, a strange relief settled in my chest.

"Good, mail all the information about her to me." I'm not sure when, but with a smile on my lips, I finally have all the information about her.

That club girl

I don't even know why I did this. I never looked into strangers, but when I saw the mail, I smirked because it revealed everything I wanted to know about her.