Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The space between us crackled with unspoken tension as he leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "There are a few things we need to discuss, but first, would you like another drink?"
I felt my heart race at the suggestive tone, but I played it cool. "Trying to get me drunk?"
He chuckled. "I'll cut you off when you've had enough. You'll want to remember everything that happens tonight."
My mind swirled with desire and confusion as I struggled to keep up with his game.
"Is that a yes?"
I nodded, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had over me. "Yes...please."
He guided me into a luxurious room that took my breath away. The space was a perfect blend of opulence and comfort, designed to impress. The first thing that caught my eye was the stunning pool table at the center, its dark, polished wood gleaming under the ambient lighting. A rich, black carpet lay beneath it.
Above the table, intricate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals catching the light and casting a warm, inviting glow across the room. The chandeliers themselves were works of art, with branches of gold intertwined and adorned with delicate crystal drops, resembling a cascade of light. To one side of the room was a stocked bar, its shelves lined with an impressive array of spirits
Behind the bar, a mirrored backdrop reflected the room. Golden accents and artistic designs complemented the overall decor, giving the room a cohesive and sophisticated look. Plush chairs were arranged strategically, offering intimate seating areas for conversation and relaxation. The overall effect was one of refined luxury, a space designed for both entertainment and relaxation.
"Make yourself comfortable," Mateo said, gesturing to the barstools as he moved behind the bar to mix our drinks. He went behind the bar with practiced ease, selecting a few bottles and ingredients. He began to mix a drink, his movements smooth and confident. A moment later, he handed me a beautifully garnished glass filled with a light, pink-hued cocktail.
"This is a French 75," he said, watching my reaction. "It's lighter than what I'm having."
I took a tentative sip, the refreshing citrus flavor mingling with the subtle sweetness of the champagne.
"It's good," I said, genuinely appreciating the choice. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He came around the bar with his drink and took a stool beside me, his presence as imposing as ever. We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the luxurious room providing a backdrop to the weight of our conversation.
“Tell me more about yourself.”
I took another sip of my drink, gathering my thoughts. I’d already given the basics at the restaurant. "There's not much more to tell," I started, unsure of how much to reveal. "I've spent most of my life trying to stay out of trouble and looking after my sister."
Mateo nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "And what about your interests? Your dreams?"
I hesitated, surprised by the genuine curiosity in his voice.
"I used to dream of traveling, seeing the world," I admitted. "But those dreams took a backseat as I got older."
He listened intently; his expression thoughtful. "I understand," he said after a moment. "Things will be different. You're stepping into a new life, with new possibilities. You give me the location and I will make sure we go."
I looked at him, trying to read the intentions behind his words. I couldn't detect an ounce of deceit. It wasn't as if he needed to butter me up with pretty words or empty lies. I could see myself jet-setting with him as easily as I could being his wife--not very clear at all. "What about you, Mateo?”
He leaned back slightly, considering his response. "Power, control, and the need to protect what is mine," he said finally. "Many assume all I have is inherited like I was some fucking trust-fund, spoiled asshole.”
“I don’t.”
“Because you’re sweet,” he acknowledged with a dimpled smile. “I admit, I learned much from my father and the other men who raised me, but I've built my side of this empire from the ground up, and I will do whatever it takes to maintain it."
His honesty was both intimidating and oddly reassuring. This was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. As I took another sip of my drink, I realized that understanding him was crucial to navigating this new reality. We continued to talk, the conversation flowing more easily as the hour progressed. Despite the circumstances, there was a strange comfort in the way he listened and responded, a connection forming between us that I hadn’t anticipated.
Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.
"Isn't this where you're supposed to be showing me what being your wife is like?" I asked, the alcohol giving my voice a sultry tone.