My Boss, My Husband

"Stop right there, Miss. You better stop running!"

A pair of bald masculine bodyguards who were as tall as a tree called out loudly from a close distance, causing the girl in a one shoulder long satin prom to pause on her track. She had her stiletto in one hand while her purse on the other.

Between her heavy breaths, she looked at the men with a tint of fear in her almond shaped brown eyes. Her sunkissed balayage hair covered her high cheekbones as her eyes scanned the whole place quickly, her small delicate face turned into a pale one now.

Running bare footedly for a while, Irene Miller was so exhausted yet she couldn't just get caught.

'I need to find the room... As soon as possible or else...'

Suddenly she felt her head start spinning, some voices becoming distant yet near. Dropping her shoes on the floor unmindfully Irene grabbed her dress as she began running again.

Holding the key card in her hand firmly, Irene looked in both directions in confusion. Not because she was uncertain about which way to go but because, she was wondering how her best friend could manage to book a room in such a place where only VIPs were allowed.

Two hours ago when Irene got a call from her best friend, Leila Griffin she headed to the given address without a second thought only to be surprised. It was a luxurious club, people were seen swaying their hips against the heated music while some were drowned in drinks and some were busy making out.

From the third floor of the club, there were rooms available if someone wanted to have a stay but they were available for only elite class. Ordinary people were only allowed till the second floor.

"Those two brats must be somewhere near. We must catch them before they can get to the exit."

Suddenly hearing those guards approaching voices, Irene pulled herself together. Without wasting another second, she took a left turn.

"I only took two sips, but I can barely keep myself in one piece. Shit! I can't stop or we both will be in danger." Running at a fast pace without looking forward, Irene accidentally collided with another woman.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled, searching around for her key card that slipped from her hand. Irene felt her head hurt, she felt slightly dizzy and disoriented. Seeing a key card on the ground, she picked it up hastily.

Looking for the designated room, Irene gasped for breath while still running with her weak legs.

"Room no. 102, 103.... Found it!"

The sense of danger jarred her, her heart was pounding hard in her chest. Nervously whipping her head back Irene fumbled with the door lock as running footsteps were drawing near her.

Click!

Irene quickly walked through the door and slammed it shut, standing against it she covered her mouth not to make a sound.

"You go that way. I will search this way. They can't just vanish in thin air."

Waiting until the angered shouts faded away, Irene gasped for breath. She relaxed her back against the door as she muttered under her breath softly, "Gosh, that was close!"

Walking to the cozy settee Irene grabbed the glass from the small oak table casually.

"What type of water tastes so... bitter?" As she gulped down the content of the glass in one shot, Irene realised something was wrong with it. She almost choked and stared at it.

Only then she realised it was wine, she kept staring at it for a while until weird questions surfaced her head.

Irene was now more shocked. Growing up in an orphanage, she was not rich nor Leila was. From getting into the luxurious club, booking a room to having a fine wine to drink? How much could Leila pay for all those and where did she get the money from?

Irene remembered how they were supposed to go back until Leila ended up bumping into those two guards, she landed fake invitations in front of them and when they were escaping, Leila hurriedly handed her the key to one of the exclusive room and told her to wait for her there, telling her that there was something she wanted to show Irene.

While waiting for Leila, Irene ended up finishing the bottle of wine that she found in the room. But an hour passed and Leila didn't show up like promised, she was getting more worried.

"Why do I feel so hot?" Irene slightly pulled her dress while trying to get up. Her legs trembled and she felt her eyes heavy when her head was making a mess.

"Gosh, Leila. Where the hell are you! Are you ok?" As suddenly her phone chimed, she walked towards the window while trying to fight her drunkenness.

"I'm fine. But I'm so sorry babe, I'm still on the run. The guards are chasing after me." Came Leila's above a whisper tone.

"Shit! What do we do now? How about I go to you..."

"No, please don't."

"Huh? But you are in danger."

"Don't worry, I will manage. Just give me some time I will meet you there soon..."

"Hello? He..."

Irene didn't hear her best friend's voice anymore, before she could say anything the call was already cut.

The room fell silent again, Irene let out a sigh. Her head was hurting and she was feeling dizzy, subconsciously she ran her hand over her neck, and it only made her feel worse.

"I... I feel so hot."

Standing near the window, Irene looked at the illuminated night sky outside. Tomorrow is her wedding day, she was not so sad but a little happy since she dreamt of having a happy family for a long time.

Suddenly feeling a pair of dark eyes watching her, Irene gulped. The key card was given to her by Leila so how could someone enter the room other than her?

Irene thought she probably had a little too much of a drink so she was imagining things but she was proven wrong the moment a cold hand was encircled around her waist.

This time Irene swallowed hard, when the man from behind her gently moved her hair from her fairly white shoulder. His cold touch on her body gave her the sudden warmth she needed right now. As he kissed her shoulder, she felt tingling sensations running down the spot when her palms started sweating.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, baby." His sudden cold yet deep voice pulled her out of her reverie. Turning around she stared at the stranger intending to stop him but the moment her soulful brown eyes met with his piercing blue ones with a tint of black in the outline... She found herself speechless.

"So beautiful eyes..." She muttered, unable to look away from his face. The man was tall, had broad shoulders and was breathtakingly handsome. With those exquisite facial features that looked like 'sculpted like a Greek god' anyone would mistake him for a model.

Irene hit her head, trying to get back to the reality she asked him in a low voice, "Who... Who are you? Mister."

The man remained silent, he gently placed his hand under her chin. His thumb brushing over her soft lips when she looked at him with such intoxicated eyes.

Irene could feel his hot breath fanning her forehead as his eyes were fixated on her lips and hers on him. For a moment, their eyes locked with each other.

Subconsciously, her hand went on touching his face when her heart pounded erratically in her chest. Irene didn't know what happened to her but she found herself craving for his touch, as if he was her cure right now.

The man pulled her up a little as he grabbed her waist harder. Their lips met and he took her breath away. His hands gently slid down her waist when her hands voluntarily ran behind his neck.

Irene never felt like this in her life before, she was giving her first kiss away to a man she just met awhile ago. Even though somewhere in her head she wanted to stop, restraining herself from getting closer to him was a hell no!

Keeping their lips locked, the man pulled the zipper of her dress. He tossed it on the ground in a swift, leaving her only in her bandeau and briefs.

Grabbing her legs he pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I... I should not do this..." As they were heading towards the bed, she tried telling herself to stop. But this man was the god of kiss, he kissed her like a hungry wolf devouring a small deer.

As they were reaching the bedroom, Irene couldn't imagine what he would do to her later. He just got started and she felt her panties getting moist.

Suddenly she pulled away and he stared at her. "Tomorrow is my... My wedding. I should... Not..."

Both of their eyes locked for a moment and she couldn't take herself away from this man.

Irene touched his face and smashed her lips against his when her hand went on unbuttoning his shirt. The man ran his magical fingers against her soft skin, never inching apart from her lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, he roughly placed her against the bed, tossing his shirt on the floor. As he undid his pant, Irene watched him with wide eyes.

The man slowly leaned down, kissing her navel. As he was leaving soft wet kisses on her body, she threw her head back and moaned.

His every touch made her shake with excitement and her response to his actions made him more aroused.

As his lips found their way to her lips, Irene looked at the man for one last time before shutting them off. Wrapped in his arms, her wedding tomorrow became a distant truth for her...