Chapter Three.

Lucas's POV

I couldn't help the satisfied smile that broke out on my face as I recounted my encounter with the Arya girl.

I couldn't have found myself a perfect fit, I knew she was the one the very moment I saw her.

It was the more reason I had bid that amount, I knew she was going to find it difficult rejecting it.

Her innocence stirred up the darkest part of me.

How she cringed at my choice of words.

How uncomfortable she was standing next to me.

She couldn't look me in the eyes and when she did, I was lost for a moment staring at those innocent pair of eyes.

Her incredibly pretty face, every tiny feature of her face stood out in style.

Those heart shaped lips, plump and pinky clamoring out to me.

And then the petite yet thick body of hers, her tiny curves.

Damn! So many things I want to do to her.

But annoyingly, this is a contract and I can't breach it unless it's consensual. 

I could get her to consent to it nevertheless, I could make her want me badly, make her plead for me to take her and do things to her body.

Babydoll you won't be so innocent after a week with me.

I don't even know why I preferred calling her that, I was going to mention her name when it flew out of my mouth instead and I suddenly fell in love with it.

I couldn't help but wonder how someone could be so perfect in every sinful way, yet innocent.

But then it suddenly struck me, the consequences of the danger I was dragging her into by taking her to my family, not with all the shady businesses we have going on, not even to mention the heavy conflict amongst us, I don't want her to be caught up in all that drama.

The biggest mistake she ever made was showing up in my house and finessing me in all ways possible because at this point, no amount of self control will make me let her out of my sight for a second, not even knowing that I am a huge danger to her.

Will she be able to handle the danger and darkness around me?

Will her innocence be tainted by my dirt?

Gosh! What do I do with you babydoll?

**

Arya's POV.

Kyle and I walked out of  the house, I was ready to leave for lucas's house.

Yeah, I learnt his name from one of the workers at his place the previous day.

You'd think I wasn't going out for a week, I only had my handbag containing most of my personal stuffs.

Well, he had actually said I didn't have to come with anything, everything will be provided so I'm banking on it.

I do not have much anyway.

"So, this is goodbye, be good okay?" Kyle smiled.

I can't seem to understand why he was so cool with this, I mean I was literally renting myself out for a week.

Something I would never actually do.

He couldn't stop rejoicing when I explained everything to him last night, and when I mentioned the pay, he literally almost peed on himself.

"My girl, you will never go broke anymore," he had squealed happily jumping all over the place.

"And take absolute good care of yourself," he added pulling me into a tight hug.

We waved each other goodbye and I left.

I actually can't believe I'm doing this.

I am going to be a fiance of this perverted man who also looked all rounded dangerous.

What am I dipping myself into?

**

Surprisingly when the man who had opened the gate for me the previous day did today, he bowed slightly.

What am I missing? What is going on? Why is he bowing for me?

"I'll take you to him ma'am," he said.

It's official, something is so off, why is he referring to me with so much respect?

I followed him into the house and I was taken aback by how crowded the whole place is.

There were so many workers, scampering about, packing up luggages and all.

Wait, all this for just a week visit? Is he from some kind of competitive family? Because I'm certain someone doing all this is definitely out to outshine others, is it what all this is about?

I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs and I instantly knew it is him.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I could never get used to the sly look always plastered all over his face.

"Babydoll, you are here, we are doing this huh?" He teased.

So what? He's teasing me for my decision now? If not for the money involved, I shouldn't be anywhere near this man.

"The stylist are waiting already," he added then beaconed on one of the workers. "Take her to them." 

I followed her to one of the rooms and there were ladies already in wait.

They sat me in front of the mirror and started working on my face.

After a short while, they were done and I was allowed to look at the mirror.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the reflection in the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself, I looked like a beauty model.

"She's so pretty," I heard one of the ladies whisper to the other.

"It's time to get you dressed ma'am," she said.

Dressed? What am I wearing then?

Nevertheless, I stood up from the chair and they stripped me off my clothe including my underwear.

I wasn't even allowed to raise a finger, they did all the work.

They brought out a dress from a box and helped me into it.

This dress must have cost millions seeing how stylish and extremely classy it looked.

There was a cut at the back which stopped right at my waist and a slit at the front stopping at my thighs.

It complimented my curves, bringing out every tiny curve that I never realized I had.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I could win any beauty pageant looking like this.

It was complimented with a sleek heel.

I could see the ladies through the mirror blushing at their handwork.

We suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Boss is waiting," he announced.

I took a final look at myself in the mirror and followed them out.

We walked out of the house and I sighted him leaning on a car, with his head buried in his phone.

"She's all set sir," one of the ladies announced and he looked up.

I watched his lips part slightly as he stared at me, his gaze lingered at my exposed thighs.

The smug look always on his face was replaced by that of awe.

I guess my look impressed him.

"Yeah... Uhm... That's right... C'mon," he stuttered stretching out his hand towards me.

Why is he stuttering? And most importantly, why is he stretching his hand out to me?

"C'mon babydoll, let's go," he added.

He wants to hold my hand? I thought that was supposed to be until we got to his family house?

I slowly lifted my hand and placed it on his, I felt my body shiver as my hand came in contact with his.

He nodded at the ladies, and started heading towards a corner.

I thought we were going in his car? 

Why then are we heading to.........

My body suddenly went cold at the sight in front of me.

A private jet?

What?

Who is this man?