Three

I was in a foul mood and it was Jason’s fault. Yes, I had been happy earlier especially after placing that bet with his clique but after waiting for him for three hours at the restaurant he was a no-show and when we went to his penthouse he was indeed engaged with a blondie.

I didn't go inside tho, Edwina and Anna checked while I waited in the car with Phillip and Lukas. When they confirmed what he was doing, I was upset.

Not because I was jealous, nope, it was because my work would be a tad bit difficult since he was more into hookups than a relationship just like his friends had said.

“Ms. Landon,” Steve called me, gaining my attention.

I raised a brow at him, slightly irritated. “What, Steve?”

“Someone is here to see you,” he announced.

I sighed. “I'm not in the mood, Steve.”

“It’s Mr. Sinclair. Still not in the mood to see anyone?” he asked.

My eyebrow shot up immediately. “Jason is here?”

He nodded. “Yes, Miss.”

I stood up from the bed, smoothing out my wrinkled dress then I sent Steve away to inform him I was coming.

I checked the time and it was almost 8pm so I changed into my sexy nightie, it was time to bring out my A-game.

I ruffled my dark curls so they would look like I just woke up then I applied a very light makeup and little perfume.

Wearing a dazzling smile, I walked to the sitting room where I saw him and for a moment, I was stunned to speak.

He was dressed in black tuxedo, his black hair was slicked back with gel, his dark eyes were smoldering and piercing as he stared at me. He was holding a bouquet of red roses and then he flashed me a dazzling smile.

His shoulders were broad and he looked ripped. I wondered what would be beneath those clothes and suddenly all types of dirty thoughts crossed my mind.

Now I realized why he was called New York’s no.1 heartbreaker because he was fucking handsome and sexy.

He has always looked good in high school but now he was twenty-five and he looked ripped!

“Wow!” he exclaimed.

I raised a questioning eyebrow. “What?”

Jason chuckled and it sounded like music to my ears. “You’re beautiful. So fucking sexy, it's so difficult to imagine that you were the Davina I went to high school with.”

I smiled, pleased by his reaction. I had succeeded in penetrating his defenses by surprising him with my new look.

“You don't look so bad yourself,” I said simply.

I saw the surprise in his eyes at the fact that I hadn't drooled over him like his other bimbos rather I just dismissed him.

He handed me the flowers. “The girls told me you came by earlier when I was rather preoccupied.”

He scratched his jaw when I took the flowers. “You mean fucking some rando,” I pointed out.

“Not so loud, Vina. I'm trying to recreate a new image for myself,” he said.

I chuckled. “You’re doing a terrible job then.”

He grinned, “Once a player, always a player.”

The fact that he was so proud of how he used and dumped women made me sick to my stomach and reminded me of a certain…

I dug my fingers into my palm to remain conscious and plastered a fake smile on my lips.

“So, what do you make of this arrangement between our parents?” I asked.

He shrugged. “It's a win-win for me. I'll continue my playboy ways because of course you won't mind and you'll help me keep up a good image in society so I can take over my dad’s business while also helping your parents source through their funds.”

My smile faltered a little. He spoke as if he had no respect for me so I needed to make it clear that I was not going to be his arm candy.

“Listen, playboy. You've had your fun and that's it. If you want to keep sticking your dicks into randos then you can go on but that would be after our arrangement,” I stated firmly.

His brow furrowed in confusion. “So, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I'm not going to be your arm candy while you flirt around with other women. If you're gonna be with me for three months then you have to be with just me. After this is over you can do whatever you want,” I concluded.

He took three steps toward me and I took four back. I didn't know why I was going back, maybe it was instincts or the dangerous glint in his eyes that made me a little bit wary of him.

“I have an insatiable urge which those women satisfy, Davina,” he whispered in my ears when he had successfully backed me into a corner.

“Well, you'll have to curb it,” I said, trying not to be affected by his closeness.

He shook his head and bent his head towards the hollow of my neck.

“I’ve tried love and it's impossible for me to curb it,” he whispered.

“Stop whispering,” I snapped.

“Why? Is it affecting you? Making butterflies flutter in your stomach?” he asked with a wink.

Honestly, his husky voice was doing things to my libido but I would rather die than admit it so instead I laughed.

“Keep on wishing, Jason,” I said, lying through my teeth.

“Will you satisfy that hunger for me, Davina?” he asked me, “I know you want to.”

His husky voice made my heart pound faster and I realized I was playing a dangerous game but I've been London’s little heartbreaker, I also have a few tricks of mine.

I came close to him and inclined my head then bent a little as if I was going to kiss him. Then when my lips were just a whisper away from his, I said, “Not in your wildest dream, Sinclair.”

His eyes went wide with shock as I sashayed back to my room feeling giddy. Two can play this game, they said. But this was my game and I was playing it alone and I would win.