Chapter 3

Elijah Pov.

I couldn't think straight these past few days. The issue of this marriage had gotten me so distorted and out of place. I was placed on edge with the whole situation. It felt as if I was being restricted from airflow but I couldn't let that get to me. 

The previous day I had gone over to my club where two ladies sucked the frustration out of me. It felt so good. Even though the marriage wouldn't work, at least she should be able to satisfy my sexual urges.

My urges were really crazy. I had no idea of how it could be controlled. I just knew that it needed to be taken care of. 

“Ugh..I need a drink,” I strutted over towards the fridge in my office and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. I also reached for the wine glass beside it. 

I had been working from home for the past week now. The office in my home was the best place for me to focus on my work. That was the partial truth. The whole truth was that I do invite one lady or two over to my mansion. There had to be someone to ease my tension. 

I poured myself a drink and went back to sit comfortably on my chair. 

The file reports from my company's other branches were flung carelessly on my desk. One thing I couldn't still wrap my head around was why Anna accepted the offer my parents made. I mean. What does she stand to gain? I needed to have a chat with her.

I got up from my chair and proceeded towards my office entrance. I moved down the stairs onto the hallway to get my car keys from the usual place I hung my keys. I had a variety of cars on display for different occasions to match my lifestyle. I just decided to go with the Audi A4. A sleek design. Modeled to perfection. 

In no time I was already at Anna's apartment. Technically it's her parent's apartment. But fuck it. I didn't care. I hopped down from my car with elegance and power. As I walked down their porch, I used my hands to straighten out my black blazers and button it up. I could sense that I still had whiskey breath but it didn't faze me. 

“Hi Mr Davis,” her father opened up the door for me immediately I got to the door. I didn't even get to knock before the door opened. 

“Come in my boy,” he offered me. 

‘Ugh.. son? In your wildest dreams’

“I am here to see Anna.”

It was then I noticed her sister descending down the stairs. Now..she's got some nice ass but, I'll just keep to myself for now. Her eyes were fixated on me while she moved down the stairs. 

“Follow the stairs up. You will see her room.”

This girl seems pretty attracted to me. I mean. She trailed her long acrylic nails on my arm before passing me by. When her father wasn't looking, I just had to stare back at her retreating figure. That ass swayed from side to side. 

‘Anna should be able to give me a nice fuck.’

Without knocking, I barged into her room. I couldn't bother to show manners to gold digging slut like her.  

The sight I beheld was not what I was expecting. 

There she was. All dressed up in the white wedding gown my parents bought for her. She looked so innocent and pure, like she couldn't even hurt a butterfly. The gown made her look like someone you would want to protect all your life but I wasn't falling for that. I know the real her so I was not fooled by any of that. 

My gaze, once interested and intrigued, drifted off in the distance, I lost all interest in her appearance. She couldn't even have the slightest idea that I had such gentle thoughts about her. That was so unlike me. 

Her face went bright red. Probably in shock or embarrassment. I couldn't figure out which. Honestly, I couldn't care less.    

The anger in me resurfaced, simmering just below the surface like a pot that was about to boil over. My expression, all blank and bored, raged with fury. I just couldn't imagine someone going through all this to get to my family's wealth. 

“We need to talk!” I tried to sound calm. 

“Talk about what?” Her face was completely blank, devoid of any form of emotion. 

“Don't ask me stupid questions. Just do as you're told! Dress into something more appropriate for our little chat outside here.”

“Okay. Get out then,” I still didn't move an inch from the entrance. “I want to get dressed. I need you to excuse me.”

“You know what cupcakes? I am planning to enjoy and ravish every moment I get here. You accepted to be my wife isn't it? So I don't see the reason why you can't change in front of me. And besides, this won't be the first time I'll be seeing your naked self,” I explained with an evil smirk on my face. 

I enjoyed every part of her that one time we got intimate at the club. I planned to repeat that routine to get her drunk. I was not kidding when I said the sex with her was the best I've had in a while. 

Her face went bright red with anger. “Get out!” she raged. She hastened her steps towards the door and was about to slam it in my face when I lifted my hand to block the impact. 

“Argh!..” she marched in her wedding gown towards her wardrobe and took out blue jean trousers and a white shirt sleeved talk top that had “Get it gurl” imprinted on the front.

‘Get it indeed. More like wrecking it.’

Anna dashed into the bathroom to get dressed, away from my sight. Honestly, I didn't know the reason she couldn't change in my presence. She acted so prudent. 

I heard the subtle sound that came from her bathroom door. She emerged from the bathroom looking so hot and delicious. The way the jeans got tight on her ass made it look so big. I looked forward to having it again. I didn't release any words from my mouth. My face scrunched up like I had just thought of something so disgusting. 

She followed me into my Audi A4 and I drove off to the club. We arrived at my club then I directed her to take a seat in front of me. She caught quite some attention at the club because a few eyes were fixated on her ass. 

She sat on the chair directly in front of me and I followed suit. I locked eyes with hers, my gaze piercing the air like a hot knife passing through solid butter. 

“I want you to tell me the truth. And only the truth this time.” Her face scrunched up in confusion like she had no idea what I was talking about. 

“Why did you accept the offer to marry me in the first place?”

“I don't know how many times you want me to tell you this. I did not accept it willingly! My step mother and my father imposed it on me. What makes you think I would want to marry someone like you anyways? You think you are too good enough for me? Well, think again asshole.” Her voice loud and imposing. 

“What did you just call me?”

“I will say it again and again asshole. Until you get your head out of your butt and come to the realization that not every girl is out there to get you.”

I wasn't going to lie. What she said really hurt me. An egoistic maniac like me was not supposed to be talked to like a child. I had the idea to teach her a lesson that would make her beg. 

I had no interest in being tied down to any lady. It wasn't my fault that things turned out for me like this.

My past haunted me and to make matters worse, my ex made me feel like trash. Just because I was vulnerable, she took advantage of that. Never again would that happen, I had intended to start the lesson with Anna.

With the way she was seated, I already knew she was drunk. It seemed we both had a whole lot in our minds that got us ordering more drinks. 

The thought to teach her a lesson flew from my mind as I watched her get on the dance floor. She swayed her hips from side to side. 

Watching her sway those hips had woken up a hidden desire in me . My man down there had already been aroused, he begged to be right in her sweet spot. In no time I had found myself latched unto her. She grinded harder into my hard on. The air was so thick and electric around us. 

When we both couldn't take it anymore, her mouth found mine. Our tongues moved in sync, devouring each other's faces. There was a burning fire in me that needed to be quenched, the taste of her lips were like no other. 

I lifted her body in my hands, her legs wrapped around mine as I moved briskly towards my car. 

Immediately we got to my mansion, the fire between us got more lit up. I put in my fingerprint to open the main entrance to my mansion. She weighed nothing less than a feather on my hands. I couldn't feel her weight. I lifted her easily up the stairs to my room. 

We had already removed our clothes on the way up here. She was left in nothing more than her black bra and black lace underwear. She was sprawled on my bed and she looked like a piece of meant meant to be devoured. 

I got down on my knees directly in front of her and in line with her kitty. I smelt her wetness right in front of me. I grabbed her thighs with my hands and placed them on my shoulders. 

“Mmmm,” she tries to bite back a moan. “Don't stop,” arching her shoulders backwards to give me more access. 

My tongue on her kitty sent rippling waves around her body. I devoured that sweet spot like it was my last meal on earth. Her moans were like a sweet melody to my ears. I nearly forgot how good it felt when I devoured her that very night. 

I took off my trousers and reached for a condom in my back pocket. She seemed to be enjoying this very much. I guessed she was so cheap to get after all. 

We were so engrossed in our intimate moment together when we jerked up from the sudden eerie knock on the door. It was so strange because I never expected anyone by this time of the night. Time seemed to freeze between us as we became stiff, our bodies

went rigid with anticipation. The air was suddenly filled with electric tension as my eyes bored into hers.