Chapter 3: Kael woods

Amy Stone

The flight to Gems City is short. I make sure I arrive three days before the big event.

I look out the window. A place that was once a dense forest is now covered in buildings and skyscrapers.

How did a small city evolve this fast? Or maybe this was part of the city Chad wasn’t ready to show me — instead taking me to a forest to plot my death.

I land at the private airport, wind whipping my long hair. I grip my coat tightly, vengeance dripping in my veins.

“Did you get the full reports on what I told you?” I ask Peter, my personal detective and spy.

“Yes, your highness. I have the footage of Mr Chad’s—”

“Shii—” I place my finger on his lips. He gulps, eyes trailing to my chest, my breasts almost springing out.

“Have you looked enough?” I ask, gliding past him, snatching the small flash drive from his trembling hands.

“S—Sorry, ma’am,” he mutters, grabbing my bags and following. I am surprised I can move this fast in heels.

“It’s going to be a fun game,” I smirk.

I grab my phone from my purse. It’s almost evening. Mr Kael should be at The Jewels Hotel in five minutes.

Oh fuck. Who knew Chad’s father would pick the only hotels Mr and Mrs Blake owned here in Gems City?

I walk down the stairs, gloved hand barely touching the railing.

I tap my earpiece. “Block all rooms. Leave only one — my presidential suite.”

“Okay, ma’am,” Vivian, my receptionist, replies.

I see him out of the corner of my eye and gulp.

He doesn’t look like Chad, except they share the same eyes. Silver streaks in his hair. 6’7, tattooed chest and arms. A living god.

His arms rest on the countertop, slightly impatient.

“What do you mean all the rooms are booked?” His deep voice rips through the lobby walls.

I feel my core sizzle. He wouldn’t be bad for fun. I chuckle devilishly.

As I approach, I clear my throat lightly, letting my signature scent — designed to lure any strong man — do its work.

“Hey… sir,” I say, guessing his name.

“Yes.” He turns, sharp and cold. Nose flaring. Blue eyes piercing right through me.

Dominance and power radiate off him. Angry, yes — but also… aroused.

“Kael Woods,” he says, eyes raking my body. Disgust and interest mix on his face. Eyes don’t lie.

“Vivian, give the man my presidential suite. He looks tired. He probably doesn’t want people hovering.” My voice is low, seductive.

He glances at me, hand stiffening. I slide my hand down his chest to his pants.

He clears his throat, eyes flashing red. Arousal obvious.

I pull back and face Vivian, typing fast and pulling out luxurious keys.

“What about you? Surely a lady can’t stay out in the cold. It’s snowing.” He steps closer.

I sigh dramatically, breasts almost falling out.

“I’ll be fine,” I say, arms crossed lightly over my chest.

He shakes his head, removes his coat.

“You’ve done me a favor. Let me return it. We’ll share the room,” he commands.

Not used to being nice, I see, but his stare makes him swallow hard. Good.

He takes my hand and leads me to the presidential suite. I follow, pretending I don’t know the way.

Thanks to Vivian’s video tour, I know exactly what he needs to see. I glance back and wink at her.

We enter. Luxurious. White walls. Perfect.

He locks the door. Hot breath fans my neck. I wrap my arms around him.

“Amy. I am Amy Stone,” I say.

He hesitates before tasting my name on his lips. I feel my pussy drip instantly.

I press the little button on my ring. The projector plays.

Full footage. Chad poisoning his own mother to get her assets.

Peter certainly knew how to do his job.

Kael’s veins pop. Hands clench into fists.

“That bastard! I will teach him a lesson!” he growls. Fuming with anger, his breathing is hard like an untamed beast.

“I wanted you to see this. I know it’s hurt you for years. You can’t get revenge by being sloppy,” I mutter, adding more poison.

Strapping my arms on his chest, I can see the conflict within him.

Was anger his fetish? I pull myself closer to his body, my breasts slamming on him and I feel his cock harden.

“You don’t understand. You don’t know my stupid son!” he groans, shaking his head lightly, rubbing his temples.

He tries to slip away from me and I play it cool, I did the same thing his son wanted me to do.

Stripe naked. Except this time, I am better. More curves, a sexy body that no one can ever resist.

He flickers his eyes on me, he takes a step forward as he fights his emotions.

“I know him. But right now, who I am doesn’t matter. Are you willing to hear my plan?” I push him lightly onto the bed, eyes glittering with anger and hurt. Emotionally vulnerable. Perfect.

He sits at the edge of the bed, tears daring to fall down his cheeks. I'm sure he is equally shocked that his son is a dick.

I sit on his laps, my legs open and I feel him let out a moan.

There is nothing better than a little rough sex in the middle of raging emotions.

Bad girl. Amy, The man is grieving his wife and stupid son.

Good.

I unzip his trousers. He nearly grabs my hand. I bite my lip, shaking my head lightly.

“What are you—” he stiffens, but I trace circles over his now-naked body.

“Relax, be tense. Think of this as a…Truth or dare game, and I am daring you into plotting your sweet revenge for your wife.” I whisper into his ear.

He pulls his pants off, lifts me by the ass and grabs on my waist like he'd been starving for good sex for a long time.

“What's your plan?” He says, hesitantly, yet cold and firm.

“Marry me.” I take out his enormous dick, tying my hair into a bun like a pro, licking and sucking the pink throbbing head.

I lick and suck the top of his dick till it drips out white liquid. His moans fill my ears.

I could feel his body trying to resist, but the game has just began.

Who knew a ruthless, cold tycoon could melt at the touch of a simple 24 year old heiress like me?