Chapter 4

Chapter 4

CASEY'S POV

“Casey, meet my uncle Sebastian Bach, the CEO of the Bach Group, and the last son of my grandfather,” Kelvin introduced.

A lump formed in my throat as I stared at his hand that was stretched toward me. He had a wide smile on his face.

“I… it's so nice to meet you, sir,” I stammered over my words as I took his hand that was extended to me.

“Please come and have a seat,” he offered. Kelvin didn't hesitate to sit down.

I slowly moved to the seat, my heart beating rapidly as I took my seat beside Kelvin. Tension was building up inside me as I stared at him again.

“So, she is the lady you will be getting married to in a few days, right?” he asked Kelvin.

I bit my lip immediately as my fingers fidgeted in my lap.

“Is he planning to expose me now?” This question rang in my head as I slowly scanned the room.

I couldn't look at his face now; I was slowly losing it.

“Yes,” Kelvin responded to him, with a smile plastered on his face. He was about to say something when his phone started ringing.

After taking the call, he turned to us. “I should go to the warehouse; the goods just arrived. I need to go and check them out,” Sebastian said, standing up from his seat.

“No, Uncle, you don't have to do that when I'm here. I will go in your place,” Kelvin said, standing up instead.

“But she couldn't possibly stand there waiting while you check out the goods,” Sebastian said.

“Yes, she can wait here,” Kelvin said, and immediately started making his way out of the office, leaving me alone with Sebastian.

“I should also get going,” I managed to say, standing up as well, but he blocked my way.

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?” he asked, moving closer to me, while I slowly moved back.

“Nothing,” I managed to say.

“You can't tell me it's nothing. I mean, how could you just leave without letting me know?” he asked, making me swallow the lump that had formed in my throat.

"Please, Mr. Sebastian, can you keep what happened last night a secret?" I pleaded, trying to maintain my composure.

“Do you want me to?” he asked, his face brimming with smiles.

“Yes, I don't want Kelvin to find out and cancel the marriage,” I explained.

“Hmm,” he exhaled. “If you want me to be silent, then there is a condition,” he said, his voice calm and loving as he moved closer to me.

“What's the condition?” I asked, hoping within me that it was something I could handle.

“Are you sure you want to know?” he asked while I nodded my head in response.

“Yes, please tell me. I'm willing to do anything to save this marriage with Kelvin.”

His smile deepened as he leaned forward; our faces were just an inch apart. Somehow, I recalled how he had kissed me hungrily the previous night, like his life depended on it.

My cheeks flushed immediately, but I quickly composed myself. "You see, I've been thinking about our little encounter, and I must say, I want more of it," he said.

My heart raced as he said that. "More?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, more of your sweet lips, your soft skin... your eager body." He whispered the last part in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I felt myself getting wet, my body betraying me. I tried to step back, but Alexander caught my wrist.

"Don't go, Casey. I've only just begun to explore your... requests.”

He pulled me closer, his voice low and husky. "Tell me, Casey, didn't you enjoy me just as much as I did?"

My mind was a jumble of emotions, but my body knew exactly what it wanted. I felt myself leaning into him, my lips parting.

No words came out. “Don't be shy, tell me the truth,” he teased, cupping my face in his hands, but I remained quiet.

Feeling his skin on mine made me so wet that I crossed my legs immediately to hold myself back.

“I want you to be my toy for a year, then I will keep your secret forever,” he said as he pinned me to the wall.

He wrapped his soft hand around my waist, sending shivers down my spine.

“You want me, just admit it,” he whispered against my ear.

“Don't hold back, just say it,” he murmured as he leaned closer to me.

"I... I want you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He was tormenting me, and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

His smile grew wider. "Oh, Casey. I'm going to give you exactly what you want."

His eyes gleamed with desire as he pulled me closer, his lips inches from mine. "I want to hear you beg for it," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

My face burned with shame, but my body betrayed me, aching for his touch. "Please," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Please what, Casey? Please kiss you? Please touch you? Please make you come?”

My eyes widened at his explicit words, but I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through my veins. "All of it," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His eyes flashed with triumph as he claimed my lips, his kiss hot and demanding. I melted into him, my body surrendering to his touch.

As we kissed, Sebastian's hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and contour. I felt myself getting wetter, my desire for him growing with every passing moment.

"I want you now," Sebastian growled, his voice low and husky.

I struggled to maintain a calm exterior, but my heart betrayed me, racing with reckless anticipation. My pulse pounded in my veins, and my breath caught in my throat.

Despite my better judgment, I couldn't resist him. My body seemed to have a mind of its own, craving his touch, his presence.

The intoxicating attraction was no longer just about the alcohol-fueled night at the club; it was raw, primal, and all-consuming.

As I gazed into his eyes, I felt an unfamiliar sense of surrender. Kelvin, my fiancé, and the man I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, had never elicited this level of passion, this unrelenting desire.

There was something about this man that awakened a deep, primal longing within me. His presence ignited a fire that threatened to consume me whole.

"Can I have you now?" he whispered, his warm breath caressing my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

My skin tingled, and my knees weakened. I felt myself melting into his words, into the promise of pleasure and abandon.

“Yes, take me,” I blurted out.