Chapter 2

Thea’s POV

I hated how gorgeous I looked.

I was standing in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet, staring at my reflection in irritation. It wasn't that I didn't look good, because I infact did. It was because of who I was looking good for. Tyler fucking Blackwood. I couldn't exactly pinpoint when I had made the decision to take his offer but at some point I had. I had decided to swallow my pride and shame and sleep with a man for my father's sake. I hated the fact that I had to do this, but I was running out of options.

"It's only sex." I muttered for the upteenth time to convince myself as I stared at my reflection.

The red silk dress I wore hugged me in all of the right places. The dress was a slip red dress that was tight enough to accentuate my curves and loose enough to form a sexy silhouette around my body. My entire back was bare, the dress only joining right above my ass. The length of the dress wasn't any more chaste than the rest of the dress, stopping just an inch below my ass. The red lipstick I chose to match my dress made me look like a sophisticated escort.

I had only worn this dress once and it was the day my ex had dumped me out of the blue. Since then, I'd tucked it away in my closet as it reminded me of the bitter memory. I had considered wearing something different, maybe a different color just to prove to myself I was in control but I didn't want to risk it. Tyler Blackwood didn't seem like a man that let minute details slide and knowing him, he'd make it a reason to dissolve the deal and I couldn't afford that.

Looking at myself one last time in the mirror, I put on my black blazer and turned around to pick up my bag, then I went downstairs to my car, turned on the ignition and headed to the hotel where I was going to meet him. When I reached the hotel and walked into the lobby, I turned a lot of heads. Both men and women stopped to stare at me.

I've always gotten attention ever since I hit puberty and started to get my curves. Ignoring the lewd stares from the men and trying my hardest not to feel self conscious, I walked up to the receptionist, a pretty brunette with blue vivid eyes, and smiled as I showed her my card. She glanced at it before glancing up at me with a dirty look that made me want to crawl into a hole and die but I refused to back down.

“He is waiting for you.” She barely made eye contact as she told me that.

I stalked away and headed to the elevator, my legs shaking all the way down there. As I moved up the elevator, I tried not to think about what I was about to do. It was easier that way. I reminded myself that this was for my father and that the alternative was letting him die.

When the elevator opened, I walked up to one of two doors on the presidential floor. Taking a deep breath and convincing myself this wasn't so bad, I balled my hands into fists about to knock when the door opened. The sight of Tyler Blackwood made my stomach turn. The realization that I didn't want to do this slapped me in the face and I had to physically force myself to stay put.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants that made him look good. It was the first time I had seen him out of a suit. He smirked at my obvious discomfort and did a sweep over my body and that made me feel like I was a car on display.

His eyes finally settled on mine.

"You are late.” He said it like he was stating facts.

I hated that he was so sure I'd come and the smug look on his face. I balled my hands to prevent myself from slapping him across the face.

"It's two minutes past eight." I retorted.

"Two minutes of our time gone." He pointed out

I rolled my eyes at him. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so I could go home and scrub my body clean.

"Are you going to let me in or you are just going to keep eye fucking me?" I asked my chin raised in defiance.

Even in heels he was at least half a foot taller than me and that in itself made me irrationally angry. It wasn't as if he could control his height but I hated how he made me feel small both physically and mentally.

He chuckled at my words and opened the door wider, "Come in."

I walked into the hotel room and took off my jacket and placed it on the back of the couch. I heard a groan from behind me and I turned my head with furrowed brows. Tyler was staring at me like he had been lost in the desert and had just found water to quench his thirst.

Goosebumps dotted my skin as his eyes roamed my body. He was looking at me like he was holding himself back from taking me right there and then. I turned away from him and dropped my bag on the coffee table.

"So, how does this work?" I asked, turning back around to look at him but before I could finish my sentence his lips were on mine like a rabid animal.

I gasped in shock at the softness of his lips against mine. I wasn't expecting things to go this fast but I guess it was better to get things over with. His lips were firm against mine as they kissed me in a frenzied motion. I wrapped my hands around his neck and in the blink of an eye, I felt my body slam against the wall as he continued to caress my lips with his.

He was a good kisser, a great one even and I hated it. I hated what his lips were doing to me. I hated how my nipples hardened in response to his touch. I hated how I wanted his hands to find the lips between my thighs and caress.

"You have know idea how much I've wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you in that meeting." He whispered into my ear.

I stifled the moan that was about to escape my mouth as he began to kiss my neck. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he was doing things to me.

"Fuck you." I seethed even though all my body wanted was exactly what I had said. To be fucked by him.

"In a minute sunshine." He said in between heavy breaths.

"I was going to wine and dine you but this dress. Fuck, you are a little slut, aren't you?"

I could feel my inner thighs flood with wetness as he spoke.

‘Get it together Thea’ I said to myself, trying to gain some semblance of control. I was doing everything in my power to not enjoy his body pressed up against mine but the more he dotted kisses all over my body and caressed my body with his hands, the more I felt myself slip dangerously into ecstasy.

His hands went to the strap of my dress and he tugged at it, trying to pull it off of me so he could get a better view of my breasts.

"My God, Thea.” He whispered as soon as my dress fell to my waist. My breast laid bare for him to stare at.

"Gorgeous." He whispered.

Instinctively my hands went to my chest to cover it but he immediately dragged them off. "Don't." He said in a warning tone and then he replaced my hands with his.

His hands traveled from my chest, to my thighs and he let out a low growl when he got to my inner thighs.

"You want me just as much as I want you, don't you?"

"No." I said in a voice I couldn't recognize. It sounded weak and needy.

Tyler looked at me, his blue eyes dilated almost to black.

"Oh really?" He said, looking straight into my eyes as he finger fucked me.

"Yes." I said a little more firmly.

"Your body is telling me you are lying Thea. Are you a liar?" He asked softly.

I shook my head out of fear that my answer would come out needy again. He didn't need to know I wanted him, that was not part of the agreement. His lips fell on mine again when I didn't answer but he didn't kiss me like I thought he would, just continued teasing my lips open with his tongue.

"Tell me you want me." He whispered into my mouth.

"No."

He chuckled darkly and increased his finger thrust inside me.

"Say it.”

"No." I said weakly and bit my lips to prevent myself from moaning like I really wanted to.

I was almost there. I could feel myself on the edge as he continued to fuck me with his fingers in fast and consistent thrusts. His thumb rubbed on the knob in between my labia, making me fall faster onto the edge. But as I was about to reach cloud nine, he suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, glaring up at him.

"I would hate to force you to do something you don't want to do."

"Fuck you," I seethed, pissed at the state he had left me in. "We both know this is business." I said.

"Just say the words and I'll put you out of your misery." He said, completely ignoring my statement.

"No.” I said in between gritted teeth.

"Alright then, I guess the deal is off." He said and started to walk away.

"Please." I quickly said, afraid all of this would be for nothing.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Please what?" A smirk was on his face that I badly wanted to punch off.

I swallowed hard, feeling the warmth spread on my face. I really hoped I wasn’t going to regret this, "Please, I want you.”

"Good girl." He grinned before he headed towards me, our body colliding almost instantly. Then, he gave me the best sex I have ever had in my life.

~

The next morning.

I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm going off.

"Fuck." I groaned, feeling around the bed for my phone.

I stood up from bed when I couldn't find it, and immediately found my phone below my feet. I took the phone and hit dismiss, then sighed as the annoying sound stopped. Dropping my phone back on the bed, I glanced around not recognizing where I was at first.

The memories of last night, like a broken dam, flooded my mind and I gasped at what I had done.

"I really slept with him." I whispered to myself.

My face flushed when I remembered the passionate sex we had all through the night. From fast to slow, from the wall, to the couch, to the bed and then the bathroom in different positions. I was mortified, not because I had sex with him but because I enjoyed it too much.

I had moaned out his name as I begged him to fuck me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. I couldn't believe I had enjoyed him touching me. I felt dirty and good at the same time. My body was completely relaxed, and I was a little sore.

"You weren't supposed to enjoy that you stupid fool." I whispered to myself. Placing my head in my hands.

Shoving the entire thing to the back of mind as hard as I could, I stood up and put on the nearly tucked white robe that I found in the chair. I was about to go search for my clothes and Tyler when I noticed a thick manila envelope on the dresser.

I picked it up from the table, opened it and found an ID card within it that had my picture on it, but not my name.

Booker Greyson, I read. I stared at the ID in confusion.

What the hell?

I checked inside the envelope again and emptied the contents of it onto the bed. There was a passport,

a piece of paper that looked like a cheque and a letter. I plucked the letter and started to read the content of it.

‘Thea doll, if you've found this letter it means you found the envelope I left on the couch. You are to take the new ID and passport within the envelope and leave the country immediately. There's half a million dollar check to be cashed out once you accept my offer. That should be enough to get you started outside the country. Have a nice life ahead.

Love,

TB’

I read the letter again, hoping I had read wrong. This must be some kind of joke because this wasn't the deal but even as I read it again, I knew I had been tricked by Tyler Blackwood. It didn't even make any sense. Why would he want me out of the country?

What could he possibly gain from my disappearance? I wasn't sure, but one thing I knew for certain was that I was going to kill him. How could I have been so stupid to trust Tyler Blackwood of all people?

He was known to be a douche bag and because of my desperation, I trusted him and he stabbed me in the fucking back. I picked up my phone to try and call him but his phone kept going to voicemail.

"Fucking bastard.” I seethed, then threw my phone across the room.