Lady in Blue: The Billionaire's Regret

FATEFUL ENCOUNTER

[ She was taken at least to attest, to fall on his trap as the devil rejoice for his new victim... ]

“It is alright, even if you don’t show up in El Casa for today, Ms. Eve.”

One thing Rio isn’t fancy at all were surprises. She wasn’t expecting the call as she had never received anything, especially from Beatrice until today. Had it mean anything? Yes. It could fall for different reason and assumptions she have in mind. Her mood turned sour, recalling the talk she had the other day with her own boss, Chicago. She was summoned only to get told that she won’t longer performed publicly on stage, but solely her service would be given to Mr. Del Fierro.

[RIO’S FLASHBACK]

Rio did not bothered herself to knock, she came barging in on El Casa in spite of the fact that it wasn’t her working hours yet. Dressed in a casual blue shirt fading from its vibrant colour, and a khaki pants reaching her toes paired with her white sneakers, she saw herself facing Chicago, who’s legs were occupied by another woman working on that pandemonium. She looks younger. It disgust her.

She looks up and freezes, when she felt her presence (maybe) but it didn’t take long for her to regain her composure and prevent her eyes from meeting hers.

“And what do I owe you for being here, Eve?” He seems calm.

His arms outstretched on each side of the cushion, while the woman relieved him from his libido that Eve wouldn’t have imagine. To turned blind eyed lead for her stomach to churn. Reeled conscious beliefs she fathoms, but disregard as she is there for something else.

Rio crossed her arms above her chest.

“I don’t want to be a VIP’s.” Her tone firm, she said.

“Well, can we do anything about that?” Chicago brought the champagne glass on his lips filled with wine. He took a small sip that made Rio’s annoyance much stronger than before. His actions exasperated her, but what more, his cluelessness, which obviously part of a show. He was trying to deceived her, which Rio wouldn’t just take on her accounts.

“I can’t, maybe—” She paused. Rio never tore her gaze off of him. “—but you can do something about it.”

“I can’t—”He shook his head.

“It wouldn’t be in your favour—” But Chicago cut her off.

“It wouldn’t be on my favour as well once I get on Mr. Del Fierro’s bad side, Eve.” He looks dead-serious. The glee earlier has been replaced by a grave expression she had never seen. “Not when he fancies you. I may have lost some, but it’s better than to risk him bringing everything I’ve invested out on my club back to zero. Haven’t you done your research?”

It took a moment for Rio to answer.

“I didn’t know him.”

“Well—” There is a peculiar smile that curve on his lips. “—You’ll be surprise to know whom we are talking about.”

[END OF FLASHBACK]

And that’s what Rio do, which she never most likely done in the past. Her days would have just passed by in a blink. Slumbers on depth, unfathomable dreams and nightmares in separation, before the sun set, and so her job calls for the night. She doesn’t mostly care about who and what has been happening. As long as she can feed herself, that’s what matter the most. Not some powerful person marching on her life without her consent and taking leverage at what their money can buy—bought rather as they never went home empty handed. That’s what she found knowing who Midnight Vamos Del Fierro was.

Some article says that Midnight is a controlling maniac, who excel on each field he choose. A prodigy at the age of 20, in spite of being a drop out from college. However, that doesn’t mean, he begins to dig his way out with nothing. He inherited billions and assets from his parents, both him and his brother, who wasn’t mentioned to any of the tabloids. And a recent article on a news from an insider had given a current information about Mr. Del Fierro’s whereabouts.

It says that he is planning to invest on Farming Technologies.

[Fun Fact: Today’s agriculture routinely uses sophisticated technologies such as robots, temperature and moisture sensors, aerial images, and GPS technology. These advanced devices and precision agriculture and robotic systems allow businesses to be more profitable, efficient, safer, and more environmentally friendly (Nifa, 2021)]

Knowing who he is were beyond what she’s been thinking. Imagine how shamelessly she had given her consent to have him pleas her, while the entire world feared him for being merciless on his field.

“Oh fuck.” She pulled her hair. “I’m screwed.”

And she’s definitely on a big trouble now that Rio is on the waiting area of Del Fierro’s company. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. She just found herself calling a cab, and unconsciously bringing herself to her doom.

What was insane was, when the receptionist told her that their CEO is actually expecting her arrival. Of course, that did not cease the curious looks—intrigued how can a billionaire get interested with a woman like her.

“She’s probably a new maid, I don’t know.” She heard some would say.

Scornful looks and disgust that made Rio’s orbs narrowed. As if she’s actually interested in him—totally in denial, she grumbled inside her head.

“Ms. Eve?” A call woke her up from her reverie.

“Yes?” She looks up and find the woman who had escorted her earlier. Same as the others, she were giving her weird looks as if saying, who the heck was this girl? She resisted the urged not to click her tongue.

“Please follow me. Mr. Del Fierro is actually waiting for you.”

Rio nodded her head, wishing herself not to screw something up again...this time. But some things had really made her unfortunate.

“He’s inside, Ms.” The woman stop outside the door and gesture before bidding her farewells.

“Thank you.” Said Rio before facing the door. “Okay, I’ll just tell him that I won’t accept his offer and just f**k off. That’s right.”

Or can she? She didn’t know.

She made a few steps to where the door lies. She put her hand and pulled exactly as what normally she does the doorknob, but totally stunned when a strong forced pulled it from the other side making her lose her balance. Rio gasp loudly. She dive headfirst and landed on her hands and knees. She was shocked, dumbfounded until somebody clasped her slim shoulder and help her on her feet.

“Having any interest on the floor now, Angel?”

Clear, embarrassed eyes meet his blue orbs. She was flustered, meek...blushing for how clumsy she had has been. However, this doesn’t stop her from clearly admiring Midnight, and shrewdly taking interest at how inhuman he appeared so, because he resembles a Greek God worship by many. A specimen full of reverence from his masculine figure that made women swoon, and beg—same as Rio, his lips and his eyes so charming, but too dark that it had made her intrigue, craving, and not minding to get devour by an ethereal darkness he carries on.

The teasing tone he used were replaced by worries, when Rio had not replied. How can the world fear this man?

“Are you alright?” Midnight did not let go of her, when he guided her on a cushion that were place onto the centre of the room. “Did you hurt your knee? I’ll call Samantha to send us some first aid kit—”

“I’m alright.” Rio shook her head, and cut him off.

Samantha may have been the receptionist who had lead her here.

“Do you mind if we discuss about something?” Her voice is quite with a hesitant look, she blinks, her soft lashes fluttering.

“I don’t mind, angel.” Midnight clasped his hand together, but she had not yet recovered from her shock, when he pulled her closer, totally defenceless. Rio fumbles, she grows more and more flustered, when she landed on top of him. The growing tension she had been oblivious about bridled adeptly. Her wayward thoughts skittish that it made her shift, which is discerning as of the moment. Now that no space has been separating both her and Midnight away from each other.

“W—what are you doing?” Her eyes widen.

Midnight coaxed her chin.

“Talk, angel.” He seems unaffected, but Rio knew better. “Isn’t that was the reason why you are here?”

Her eyes, large and lost for a moment had left her unarmed.

“I—I can’t talk i—in this state.” She placed her hand on top of his chest, but Midnight caught them off with ease.

“And why is that, Angel?” His voice were husky.

Rio knew that it would lead to no good.

“Release me.” Said she, bravely.

“And why would I do that?” Midnight whispered, his other hand circling around her torso, pulling her closer until Rio could feel the loud beating of his own chest.

“Because I wasn’t yours yet.”

“That will change once you agree.” He sounded so sure.

“And what if I didn’t?” Her voice laced with challenge.

“Then I can make you.” His chuckles reverberated through.

“You are so controlling.” Rio, in spite of her defiance lay her head on his chest.

“Control is my middle name, angel.” He laughs.

“You intimidate me.” Rio admitted.

“I can intimidate you more than what you can imagine, angel.”

What he said made her blush.

“Are you trying to give me wayward thoughts again, Sir?” Rio bites back.

“That wouldn’t be my fault anymore, if you are having those idea in mind, Angel.”

Rio stared at him close.

“You’re a tease.” She said.

There is a playful smile that curve on Midnight’s lips. He inched to her, and lowered his head to her ears.

“And you are a tigress, angel.” He huskily said.

A soft nibble on her ears had consumed her. The talk she intended move forward for Rio to have herself entrapped. Midnight cage her. Their lips crashed. Their tongue fought for dominance. His movement in haste. It did not take long for him to shred that shirt where Rio is currently clad on.

She gasp loudly, and pulled apart.

“You destroy my clothes!” Breathless, she eyed him, stunned.

“We can do something about that later on, angel.” Same as her, Midnight is running after his breathe before he lunched forward and was totally pinning Rio underneath him. Her on his mercy had given him the upper hand, and Rio were left in submission.

“You confuse me.” She whispered.

“Am I?” Midnight’s eyes are both dark with desire.

He lowered his head, but this time, the way he claimed her lips were much softer, smothering her in a manner that she’d never felt before. He seems careful, afraid that he could’ve inflicted harm on her. This soften Rio’s heart. In confusion towards the strange feeling he had her mixed up, and now she was there—on the middle and contemplating whether to turn back and walk away or to let Midnight enter the walls she had herself imprisoned into seclusion.

Rio snaked her arms around his nape. She shut down her orbs and felt him. He smelt of something intoxicating that made her drawn. His warmth in reminder of the home that has been stolen provide her comfort for a short period of time. His arms that lulled her on an embrace that told him about the celibacy absented only for what they craves, but his action told her otherwise—mislead and lost, Rio could feel every cloth from her body being remove. His absence momentarily had given her a vivid image of their nakedness being one.

“You are being a good girl, angel.” Blandished words coaxed her before his lips attack her mounds. He gave them attention and they stood erect and ready.

“They are beautiful.” Midnight uttered, his hot breath fanning closely at her chest as he kneed and suck them as if a child seeking for something. He ventured what she hid. The kisses and marks on her skin engraved as an ownership that she had not agreed yet, but we’re being tempted for a yes.

Rio’s toes curled up. The sensation too intense that her back arched. She throw her head. Her groans erupted. The four corners of the room had became the den of their moans and thirst for each other.

Breathless, her eyes were half lidded.

“P—please.” She could feel his tongue. Her walls tightening and she couldn’t go on being tease.

“Say that you’ll work for me.” He nibble her folds, that drove her insane.

Rio bit her lips. Her chest falls on an erratic rhythm. How can she deny what she felt, when she’s totally submissive?

Rio shut down her orbs, her lips quivering.

“Y—Yes.” Breathless, she gulps. “I’ll work for you and leave El Casa.”

It’s now or never. There are no turning back and U-turn once she does.

“Then you are mine, angel.” A possessive tone laced his voice.

She felt him pulled apart. Midnight stood up, not before placing her legs on his shoulder. Exactly the same way, where Rio felt no lament the moment he entered and claimed her for the second time around.

‘His.’ Rio were totally in depth, buried, although she do not fear the unknown about what could had happened after her decisions.

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