I roll off of him, panting. Oh, he's good. So good. I felt him roll top of me. Kissing my neck, then trailing downwards. I felt his tongue tease my core and I lost it. I wanted more. He slid his hands under my thighs and flipped me over roughly. I felt the penetration overtaking me as he tugs at my hair while roughly slamming into me. I scream for him to go faster, harder, and my wish was his command. I squeezed him with all my might as I come again. His nails digging into my ass let's me know he's coming too. Our moans fill the silence as we both just collapse on the bed completely satisfied.

I stand up and smile down at him. "This was fun. Raul."

"You were amazing as ever, minha linda escrava sexual." He purs.

I closed my eyes turned on by his Brazilian accent. "Stop saying things like that or else we will have to go for round three. And I'm as sore as it is." He throws me my lingerie set. "Thanks." I wink.

He stands and stops in front of me once I'm clothed. "I only give this," he tugs at the straps pulling my sensitive parts to his. I can already feel him getting hard again. "to you because I plan to take it off with my teeth."

I lick my lips, but snap out of it by shaking my head and playfully pushing him away. "Steady there boy. We'll see after we eat." I hear the ding of the elevator. "Just in time our food is here." I make my way out the bedroom.

"Don't touch the chocolate. I have plans for later." He calls out.

I grin. My wild thoughts take control. I don't know why but I've been sexually insatiable lately. Raul has more than taken care of that though.

I hear someone clear their throat, interrupting my thoughts. My eyes widen. "Omer? What are you doing here?" I haven't seen him for a month since our talk at the country club. We text eachother here and there, but they're always short, brief, and straight to the point.

He eyes wander down my body. I quickly close my robe as he narrows his eyes. "We need to talk."

I coughed awkwardly. "Um, can we talk, oh I don't know, tommorow? Lunch on me?" He needs to leave now.

"We'll talk now."

"I'm kinda in the middle of something h-..." I started to argue.

Just then Raul decides to make his presence known. Great. Just my luck. "What's taking so long, Meu Amor?" Those abs can go for days. It's a crime to have him cover himself with a shirt, even though right now, it would've made things less awkward. Now I'm currently completely turned on by water drops dripping down his body from the shower.

"Meu Amor?" Omer asks me clearly irritated.

I laugh way to loud for ears. "That's more of a friendly thing. Like buddy, best friend." I rant on.

Raul grins. "Or minha linda escrava sexual."

My close my eyes. "Raul shut up. Wait for me in the room." I point to the door, making it clear for him to shut up and go. His job as an escort is to please me, but also follow orders.

He raises his hands in a playful defeat. "Whatever you say, Amor." He says before he turns around and disappears towards my room. Oh, how I love what money can buy such perfection. I snap out of my thoughts when I see stalking after Raul."Omer, where are you going?" I rush after him.

I came into the room just in time to see him grabing Raul's clothes from the floor and  throwing it at him a little bit too hard for anyone's liking. "Leave. Now." He warns. My eyes widen. His eyes left no room for defiance. And his stance showed just how  intimidating this man can really be.

This starts to become way too uncomfortable. "Just go Raul. I'll call you later this week to meet up, okay?" I plead with my eyes. Raul nods, and with his clothes in hand he leaves. I turn to Omer who's looking at me with judging eyes. "What?"

"Do you want to be on the cover of a sleazy tabloid? Have you thought about that? You need to watch who you fuck before you throw us into something I'll have to fix."

His degartory rant angered me. Who does he think he is? "You have zero right to talk to me that way. Especially the media storm you and your mistress caused that made me come back in the first place. Oh, and, unless who I 'fuck' is pastered on headline news then what I do is none of your goddamn business."

"Your my wife."

"I'm your fake wife. And when this is all over, we won't even see eachother ever again." Pissed off I sit down on the small sofa of in my room. "Why did you come here Omer? I hardly doubt it's just to reprimand me."

"I'm leaving the country on business."

"Okay. Bye. Safe flight." My sarcasm apparently doesn't sit well with him.

He narrows his eyes, daring me to try to tick him off again. I remain silent and unbothered. He came to my house not the other way around. "I won't be here for a few weeks. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone. If I have to come back earlier than expected..."  He left the words hanging in the air making it clear it was to be taken as a threat.

I laugh coldly. "If you came all the way here to make sure I don't ruin your trip it's not a business trip afterall. Let me take a wild guess. Veronica is going with you, isn't she? Is this going to be the honeymoon you both never had?"

"That isn't your concern."

"Yeah, it isn't. Let's get one thing straight Aslan." I stand up, masking my face into my business one. "If my name gets dragged through any scandal regarding your mistress, you're not the one that gonna have to worry."

"Are you threatening Veronica?" He looks ready to kill. I hit a sensitive spot.

"I'm warning you. We might live separate lives, but I didn't sign up to be publicly humiliated and neither did you. So you keep a low profile and I'll continue to as well." I walk out the room and to the elevator. I press the button to open its doors. As soon as the bing sounds, I turn back to him. "Have a safe flight." I make my intention clear. Get the hell out!

He gets in and leaves me to my thoughts. I never met a man so... so... frustrating to be around.

"You're my wife"

Not for long Aslan. Not for long.

****

I held the file in my hand. Empty of anything useful. After last night I couldn't sleep. Omer had occupied my mind. What am I even doing? Was getting married, to get those twenty percent shares of Verdell Enterprises, really worth this? For one thing, I know I will never allow the Blairs' to take anymore of what rightfully belonged to me. On the other hand, I wonder just how far Vania Blair would go to get her hands on my entire fortune.

She's already resulted to murder, but unfortunately for me her hands remain clean. She's smart, careful, that I can give her. It's only a matter of time before she messes up and I'll be there to catch her in the act. I always asked myself if Omer has a right to know the real reason behind our parents death, but I have no evidence to support it.

Besides what would he do about it? Would he even take this calmly? Would he fight back? I don't know. Vania will pay for what she did though. Sooner than later she will pay. My patience is unlimited. I'll wait it out.

I set down Vania's file next to me. "Marcus, take me to starbucks."

He nods, turning the car around. I lean my head back. It would be nice to lower the windows and breathe the fresh air, but with my notoriety forget it. I bang my head on the seat as the car abruptly stops making the tires screech.

"Mrs. Alsan, are you alright?" He asks concerned.

I nod. "Yes, what happened?" Just then there's a knock on the drivers window. He steps out the car leaving the door ajar.

"You almost ran me over you goof." The girl complains.

"Who crosses the street in moving traffic?" I hear him reply.

"Who drives without a freaking lincense?" She retorts.

"I don't have time for this."

"Oh, you'll make time." She slams the door closed. The voices are muffled, but you can still tell they're arguing.

I put on my sunglasses and step out the car. I smile at the girl jabbing her finger on Marcus's chest. He just looks amused by the whole sitution. By the grin on his face he's not even taking her seriously.

I clear my throat. They both turn to me. "I apologize. We were in a bit of a hurry, Chole." I recognized the waitress. I take off my sunglasses to let her recognize me.

"Mrs. Aslan? Is this your car?"

"Yes."

"And he's your butler?" She drags out intentionally. Marcus doesn't look anything like a butler. I'm sure she noticed that as well.

"Marcus is my personal security."

She takes a step back from him. "Well, you need to watch out who you hire. This man sucks at driving."

I raise my hand for Marcus to stop with whatever he was about to say. "Marcus will apologize." I tell her. My eyes aim at his. "Won't you?"

He raises his eyebrows at me clearly not liking my suggestion. "I apologize on behalf of Mrs. Aslan." Well that's fair. I guess.

"That's not even you apologizing!" Chole thows her hands up in the air dramatically.

"Chloe, would you like to have coffee with me?" I change the subject trying to hide my amusement.

"Is he gonna drive?" She points at him. I nod. "Can I call him Peter?"

"Why?" Marcus asks annoyed.

"Because Peter is a butlers name."

"I'm sure Marcus wouldn't mind." I laugh.

Hey! Is that Cora?

Cora Verdell?

Oh my god it's Cora everyone!

"Get in the car." Marcus rushes us into the car and away from the crowd. Mutiple phone cameras are pushed against the window trying to capture me.

"That's crazy." I hear Chloe say.

"Don't worry. The windows are customized. They won't be able to see anything in here."

And with that we decide to go to my office instead of the coffee shop. Word gets around fast and crowds get bigger. It's really not a way to live, but that's just another chapter of my life.