Seeing a Greek god appear at the door and exposing his toned chest, I couldn't help but swallow hard.
I quickly pulled myself together and put on a sweet smile, hiding the sadness that had just been in my eyes.
"You're here. Why don't you join me and have some champagne?" I tried to sound playful, but hearing my own voice made me shiver.
At work, I have to act professionally, so I come across as cold and reserved. Because of this, people often compare me to Monica, the Collins biological daughter, who's seen as a kind princess. That's why everyone looks down on me and calls me a fake daughter.
"Sorry for opening the bottle without asking. I was just curious—this champagne isn't a brand I know, so I tried it first," I said, giving him an alluring smile.
The man, who was none other than Chad, made a gradual step toward the bathtub. He sat down on the edge and snatched the bottle from my hand.
"This is my newest venture." He told me, pouring champagne into my flute. "Now feed me."
He commanded.
For a moment, I was confused whether I should shove the flute in my hand into his mouth.
But Chad loves foreplay, so I knew he wanted something different.
After a moment of hesitation, I drank a mouthful of champagne and pulled Chad by the neck and brushed my lips against his.
Having a taste of the champagne in my mouth, Chad pulled me up and brought my bare bottom into his lap.
He pinched my chin, making me open my mouth so he could deepen the kiss.
Chad is as eager as ever. He doesn't just taste the champagne in my mouth—he kisses me so wildly it feels like he's taking away my sanity.
Since I was already undressed, his left hand easily grabbed my right hip.
"Chad…" I whimpered even though we had just begun.
Chad smirked and whispered, "Sweetheart, I'm just holding you, and you're already this turned on?"
"Hmm…" I couldn't argue with him as his fingers found their way to my most sensitive spot. Chad knows my body so well since he never gives me a break once he starts devouring me.
Chad stood up and led me to the shower. He helped rinse the soap from my skin while his fingers moved inside me.
"What are you doing?" I could feel my excitement building, but I knew Chad wouldn't let me finish just yet.
"Be good…" he whispered, his warm breath on my ear making my cheeks flush as I caught my reflection in the mirror.
Chad carried me out and laid me on the bed. He pulled me to the edge, knelt between my legs, and got into position.
He spread my legs and adjusted my hips. Slowly, he entered my insides. My breath hitched when I could feel his length. I stifled my cry, but pleasure took over my body, wanting even more.
I wanted Chad to increase his pace while staying inside me for longer. Thus, I made a bold move. I rubbed my body against his, reaching for his neck and pulling him closer.
I kissed him to silence my cries as his hand pressed against my chest.
After a long while, Chad pulled away from the kiss and whispered, "I want to hear you cry, sweetheart."
He lifted my leg onto his shoulder and started moving faster above me.
I was about to let out a loud cry filled with pleasure when his phone rang.
Chad usually ignores calls when he's with me, but today was different.
He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and answered in a hoarse voice. I could tell he was struggling to keep control.
But for some reason, whoever was calling mattered more to him than his desire.
"Hello?"
I couldn't hear what was said, but Chad got up from the bed and left me there, legs still spread on the sheets.
"Alright. Don't move a muscle. Give me fifteen minutes."
I heard Chad say before he disappeared through the door.
Chad, who looked like a Greek god, was usually cold toward women.
But the caller just now was a woman, and surprisingly, he spoke to her with patience.
Even though Chad whispered sweet things to me in private, I knew I was just his plaything.
In front of others, I was just a colleague he had to work with as the Collins' representative.
Chad left the manor without saying goodbye, not that he needed to when our relationship didn't have a name.
I couldn't even call myself his servant, and he wasn't really my master. But today, he left just like that—so why?
"Mr. Shaw, let's return to the company."
After I washed up and put my clothes on, I went outside and found that Mr. Shaw hadn't left once he dropped me off earlier.
It honestly worried me that I had to walk ten miles away to reach the main gate.
As the landlord of this estate, Chad's manor was erected at the top of the hill, overlooking the entire land area, which is a thousand hectares wide.
"Did something happen, Miss Collins?" Mr. Shaw asked with worries transfixed in his eyes. He must be worried that I get Chad irate.
For the first time, I have a better look at Mr. Shaw's facial features. For some reason, he resembles someone's face I could barely remember.
"There is nothing to worry about, Mr. Shaw," I replied with a smile. "Mr. Murray has an important matter to attend to, and so I am free to return to the company."
With what I said, Mr. Shaw sighed with relief. He must be wondering as well, since this is the first time Chad left during our meetup. He must be worried that once I make Chad angry, it would reflect not only on the Collins family but also on the servants and company employees, who would lose their jobs.
I return to the company, and halfway through, I receive my dad's text message telling me to handle the contract he is supposed to discuss with the Edison Group. I was about to reply to him when Mrs. Collins called.
With the two, it was Mrs. Collins I should not anger.
"Mom?"
"Where are you?" she asked with no warmth in her tone.
I replied, "I was on my way back to the company."
"Forget about it, just go home and prepare a few dishes for our special guests."
Before I could ask further, Yolanda Collins hung up on me. I was about to inform her that I have to deal with a tough company when it comes to collaboration. But knowing her temper, I cannot say no to her requests.
"Mr. Shaw, let's head home first."
Mr. Shaw nodded, peeking at the rare mirror. "Got it, Miss Jessie."