Billionaire's Prisoner

1.Hot Stranger

[ A Week Later ]

Emma took another sip of her drink at the bar, her eyes scanned the establishment once more. This wasn't the kind of place she would generally show up but tonight was different.

She wiped her last tear, chugged down the amber liquid, and stood up. Her heels clinked on the floor as she walked away from the bar, her eyes scanning the VIP sections. Some were under the curtains, others were still empty.

And finally her eyes found an extremely handsome man standing by one of the tables. His shirt was folded till his elbows, showing off his muscular arms. He ran his long fingers once through his dark, wavy hair, his chiseled jawline clenched a little as his icy grey eyes fell on Emma.

Emma gulped once.

That's it! He looks suitable, she thought. And he is hot!

Without wasting another moment, she walked closer, grabbed that man's collar, and pushed him down on the sofa.

He was taken aback for a second while Emma leaned over and almost sat on his lap. Her hand clutched his silky dark hair, and her hip moved against his groin once before her lips crushed onto his in a passionate kiss.

Then slowly Emma pulled back and looked into his confused, cold eyes as she spoke, “I am gonna pay you two grand for a week. Be with me.”

“What?” The man was taken aback for a second. No one had ever talked to him in that manner.

Isn't it the same woman from that night at the hotel? Was it just a coincidence? Who was she exactly? What game was she playing? The man became cautious, his hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked under his pants.

“Not enough?” Emma tilted her head as a seductive smile formed on her lips. She ran her finger along his sharp nose to his chin as she said, “you are quite handsome. So… how about five grand a week?”

Emma was so engrossed in the conversation she didn't even notice the danger she was walking into. The moment she approached this man, five men were watching her like a hawk and two of them were even pointing a gun at her, ready to shoot across her head.

Just one wrong move and she would be wiped out.

The man asked them to hold the fire with a small blink of his eyes.

Did this woman just offer me money? That’s new! She probably still doesn't know who I am. Neither she recognised me. He thought, moving his hand away from the gun.

But just as his eyes fell on her hand, a two carats diamond ring on her finger caught his attention. His eyes hardened. So she was actually married and probably one of those who comes here for fun, even though they are married. One of those cheating wh@res! At least she wasn't drugged today! Was she even drugged the other day? Or was it all just an act?

He caught her hand and pointed the ring on her finger as he said, “I wonder what your husband must be thinking about this offer of yours.”

Emma stared at the ring for a moment. A bitter smile formed on her lips. Her marriage wasn't that simple, and definitely not a happy one.

Memories flashed in the back of her eyes, especially the one where her so-called husband of three years drugged her and almost forced her to sleep with another man.

Emma gave him a bitter smile as she tore her gaze off the ring and looked into his cold eyes once again. Were they grey? Like the storm in the west cloud! They were so magnetic. As if she could drawn in them.

She leaned forward, her nose was almost touching his, “Here’s the secret. My husband sent me here to find an escort.”

The man was taken aback. What kind of husband would send their wives to a place like this? Was she lying?

“So, handsome, what do you say?” Emma whispered in his ears, her hips moved against his groin once again, making him hard.

Everything this woman did, ignited the fire in his veins. Memories of their last kiss still lingered on his lips. The desire to have her was becoming harder to resist with every passing second.

I always have control over my urges. What's wrong with me today? Why am I so aroused with just one kiss? He kept asking himself.

His one hand grabbed Emma's both hands and the other one on her waist, as flipped her on the sofa. His hard abs were pressed against her petite frame as he spoke, “are you sure you want to continue down this path? Once we start, there's no going back.”

Emma looked at his face again. A mischievous smile was playing along for the first time across his face which made him look more handsome.

He was awfully handsome to be a call boy! He was well built too. He could be a model or something. Why was he in such a profession? What a shame! Emma thought to herself. But it doesn't matter. Seems like he has good genes and that's all I need for now. To have a healthy baby!

“I am sure. I chose you, didn’t I?” Emma replied softly.

The man licked her earlobe, bringing a shiver down her spine. His husky voice rang over her ears, “but we need to negotiate the price, Bella.”

Wow! I didn’t know that men in this profession had such a high demand! Five grand a week wasn't even enough! Emma was surprised for a second. But she didn’t have a second choice here.

“How much do you want?” Emma asked.

The man kissed on the middle of her throat. And then left trails of kisses along her neckline. Spark ran over her skin at his action, her breath hitched for a second. No man had ever touched her in such a manner.

“Ten grand, Bella, per week.” He finally spoke.

Ten grand! That will be a bit out of my budget. I won’t be able to afford him for more than eight weeks in that case. Maybe three months at most. Will I be able to conceive by then? Emma thought, her mind was in a turmoil.

Seeing her silence, that man spoke again, “can't afford, Bella? Am I out of your budget?”

“Fine! Ten grand it is,” Emma spoke coldly. The playful smile was gone from her lips.

Then she pressed her palm on his chest as she continued, “but you gotta move. We will continue once we sign the agreement.”

“An agreement?” The man was amused at this point. He moved away, and Emma sat beside him on the sofa. His long finger tucked a hair beside her ears as he looked at her with his intense eyes. This woman was really something!

“Of course!” Emma took out a business card from her purse and gave it to him, while she continued, “here. This is my card. Text me your contacts.”

The man read it out, “Emma Smith.”

With her last words, Emma stood up to leave, “I will let you know the date and place of our next meeting.”