His Villain

38

The car glided effortlessly along the road, its powerful engine propelling them forward. Not once did she turn her head towards him, nor acknowledge his presence as he skillfully maneuvered the vehicle. He felt his patience wane, her sullen silence aggravating his growing agitation. Yet she seemed unbothered, her indifference fueling his frustration. With a momentary glance in her direction, she finally spoke, her voice tinged with curiosity, "Where are we going?"

A mysterious smile curved his lips as his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. He shifted gears with practiced ease, his veiny hands on the wheel and gear captivating her attention for more than the required time. Her throat tightened, and she swallowed hard, her gaze shifting to the window as she tried to distract herself by studying the passing scenery, hoping for a clue about their destination.

Twenty minutes passed, and when she recognized the familiar surroundings, astonishment washed over her. Stepping out of the car, she stood awestruck at the sight before her. It was the most extravagant yacht she had ever laid eyes on. A smirk tugged at his lips, reveling in her reaction. Without delay, he tossed the car keys to the waiting attendant and extended his hand to help her up the stairs.

"Are you planning to kidnap me, Mister Don?" There was a teasing glint in her voice, and he chuckled at her remark. The yacht's control room received a signal, setting the vessel into motion.

Taking her hand, he guided her onto the main deck and settled on a plush couch. She followed suit, her curiosity piqued. "I'm hungry," she exclaimed, her irritation evident. He had invaded her privacy and canceled their breakfast date.

"We will reach our destination in half an hour. There are some snacks available until then," he replied, pulling out his phone and diverting his attention from her presence, intentionally ignoring her.

She stood and sauntered towards the edge of the yacht, captivated by the moving water. The sun's rays warmed her back, while a gentle breeze caressed her skin, creating a moderate ambiance. Her focus remained fixed on the scenery ahead, lost in her own thoughts as her hunger became a distant memory.

Venezio stole glances at her, noting her stillness. She was not as he had assumed-quiet and compliant. Somehow, her lack of response unsettled him, stirring restlessness within his heart. He grappled with his own inner turmoil, torn between his desires and the enigma she presented. He didn't understand the hold she had over him, but it was undeniable and irresistible. Rising from his seat, he approached her, standing behind her, effectively trapping her between himself and the railing. She made no attempt to move, only posing a question, "What will happen after six months?"

Her perfume filled his senses, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

"Nothing," she replied.

"Nothing?" he repeated lazily, his tone questioning. "Why?"

"I'm not a relationship type. I want to live a life of freedom," she said, a smile gracing her lips.

"I won't hinder your freedom. It's just a relationship, not a contract of servitude," he assured her.

A laugh escaped her, and she retorted, "So you only want me as a bedmate for the next six months?" She knew from the beginning that he desired her.

"If I only wanted you to sleep with me, I would have had done that long before."

"So what else do you want?"

"I want you to be mine."

"What do I get in return?"

"What do you desire?"

She placed her index finger on her lips, contemplating for a moment before responding, "You will fulfill three of my future wishes."

His teeth ground together at her quick-witted demand. He didn't want to acquiesce, but he found himself with no other choice. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed, his heart heavy. It's only for six months, until I rid myself of you, Ferrari.

A grin spread across her face, and he couldn't help but press his lips together, preventing his own smile from emerging.

After some time, the control room announced their arrival, and Venezio assisted her as they disembarked from the yacht. Her heart fluttered at the scene before her-she couldn't believe he had brought her to a secluded island just for breakfast. She pinched herself hard, letting out a shriek as the reality sank in-this was not a dream.

"Come," he gestured, leading the way towards a luxurious building. Entering the private elevator, he pressed the button for his floor and waited patiently. Her heart swelled at his thoughtfulness, although a bitter knot tightened within her chest. The elevator door chimed open, and they stepped out onto a breathtaking open garden on the sixteenth floor penthouse. In the middle of the garden stood a table adorned with a sumptuous meal, flanked by two chairs on opposite sides. She took her seat, and he took his, a smile gracing her face at his efforts for a simple breakfast.

"Impressive. So much trouble for a humble breakfast. But I appreciate the view and the time," she commented.

"Glad you like it," he replied.

They began their meal in silence, the only sounds of the clinking of cutlery and the crashing waves in the distance. After finishing breakfast, the staff cleared the table, leaving them seated in the same positions. His eyes remained trained on her, while her gaze was fixed on the horizon.

She heard him rise, entering the suite and returning moments later. Placing a manila file in front of her, he watched intently as she picked it up, her expression one of confusion.

"Go through it," he urged, and she complied, meticulously reading each paragraph of the twenty-five-page contract. It took her ten minutes to absorb the contents, understanding the agreement's implications.

In simple terms, the contract bound her exclusively to him for the next six months. She was forbidden from engaging with other men romantically. She couldn't accompany anyone else to events. Their relationship was to remain confidential, known only to themselves. She couldn't dance for anyone else until their arrangement ended, and he had the right to terminate the relationship prematurely.

With a scoff, she tossed the file onto the table, speaking firmly but courteously, "Everything in this damn contract benefits only you. It states that I'm not allowed to reveal our relationship, but what if we're somewhere and someone asks you who I am to you? What will you say then?" If she could, she would have killed him in that very moment.

The bastard only wants everything for himself.

"And you said you wouldn't interfere in my business. Everything in this contract is absurd," she protested, her disappointment etched across her face.

"The contract is for the exclusivity of you in every way. If I find you suitable as a life partner, we will get married," he replied calmly.

She wanted to yell at him, to drown him in cold water until he suffered a painful demise. He had disrespected and disregarded her. Suitable my foot, Don. As for exclusivity, let's see how you manage to claim me solely for yourself.

I'll make you regret this, if not for anything, then for disrespecting me.

Yet, she found herself maintaining a composed demeanor, concealing her disappointment. "We're not even officially together, and I'm already regretting this. You promised I wouldn't have a reason to regret it, but it's quite the opposite," she grumbled.

"It's only temporary. What do you want?" he asked patiently, scrutinizing her features.

"I don't want this in any way. Let me go," she retorted, locking eyes with him. Moments later, a smirk adorned his lips, "what if I make you agree on this agreement?"

"Make me," she responded with the same determination. She knew she would emerge victorious in this game, aware that whatever he had planned for her would only lead to destruction. But she also knew how to win, better than him.

Author's note....

Next chapter is 18+.