The Royal Contract

Chapter 451 - Power Of The Pen

It was late, and he had been more than two days on this accommodation he rented for the week. It was already cramping his style, and he hated it.

The woman entertaining his bed at the moment was not quite filling his needs. She was not good enough to distract him from the failures of his men.

"What is your name?" She asked, remembering he failed to mention it earlier while they were drinking in the bar and dancing seductively on the dance floor.

"Let us not ruin this night with names." He suggested, not interested one bit to know hers. "Don't you find this more exciting?" He teased her by letting his fingers slide on her skin.

He laid on the bed, thinking of the report he received an hour ago. On top of him was the woman he picked up from the local club before he left the premises.

He had his hands on her hips, guiding her to where he wanted her to be while she shifted herself in a more comfortable position. He allowed her hands to explore his body, hoping her touch would take off the edge.

"Do you like that?" The woman asked when she spread her palms on his pectoral muscles, letting her fingers tease his senses.

In her mind, she landed on a jackpot tonight. Finding a stranger, looking like a prince. He looked loaded, living in a large villa located in a prime lot.

"No, but I like this better." He immediately took the control back, not wanting to prolong the inevitable. He had enough of playing games with her. It was becoming tedious.

He craved to release the pressure that was building up inside him and nothing else. He was not seeking company, especially the female kind.

After what Cassie did to him, he could not trust another woman on his bed. But the frustrating part, he kept craving for her. He still could not get over his obsession with her body, touch, and kisses.

"Oh!" She was surprised when he suddenly pulled her off him and made her turn around, putting her on her knees.

Without any warning, he took what he wanted. He did not care if his partner enjoyed the performance as long as he had taken care of his gratification.

She did not expect his sudden harshness, but she was not offered an option either. She had to take what he was giving her without much of a complaint.

"You like this, don't you." He moved behind her, faster and deeper, squeezing her hips tighter with his hands.

He closed his eyes, imagining her, shouting for more, laughing with him, and enjoying every inch of him. Then, he released himself into the rubber, protecting him from the bitches of the world.

After that, he loosened his hold on her body and let himself drop on the other side of the bed. He knew he was far from pleased, but at least he had his released.

"That was a bit rough." She complained when she finally had time to breathe and relax as she lay on the soft mattress of the bed. "Are you exercising some kind of demon out of your body?"

It was the only thing she could think of from the way he acted right now, or otherwise, she just had sex with an unstable man. He might have a face of an angel, but he might have a heart of a devil.

"Leave." He simply said as he placed his hands over his face, resting his body on the soft cushion of the bed.

He had already taken what he needed from her. He had no more use for her. She already served her purpose, now he wanted to be alone to himself.

"What?" She was not quite sure if she heard him correctly. It was as if he was asking her to leave right after they had sex.

She admitted that this was not what she was expecting when she decided to go home with him. When he had charmed her at the bar, she assumed that he was a perfect gentleman.

"I said leave." He shouted, shoving her aside and standing from the bed, irritated that she did not do what he said on his first command.

He walked straight to the liquor cabinet, uncaring of his state of undress. He poured himself a whiskey in a glass and took it in one gulp. He did not even offer her one as he refilled his glass and stared at the window outside.

He had to rethink his plans before everything collapsed on his face, and he found himself losing in this battle. Now that the tension on his body had been lessened, he could finally envision more ideas.

"You asshole. You don't pick up a girl, have sex with her, and just tell her to leave." She was outraged that he would just dismiss her like she was just a common whore he picked up on the street.

It would seem that she had chosen the devil as she was proven wrong on her assumption that she was lucky. She landed again on a prick who had no respect for women.

"How much?" He asked without looking back, continuing to stare at the dark sky outside. Well, this time, he had made sure that she understood how he saw her. A hooker he hired for the night.

"I said how much do you want me to pay you." He repeated the question when she failed to answer, this time turning around with his naked glory, walking to his desk drawer.

He put on a robe and then opened the drawer, taking a wad of cash on his hands. He strode towards the bed and dropped the bunch of the bills on the mattress.

"Excuse me." Her jaw dropped upon hearing his question. "I am not a prostitute." She exclaimed in anger.

Her eyes turned into slits, eyeing him with so much contempt. No one had ever dared insult her before and disrespected her in such a manner. He would never get away from mocking and humiliating her.

She stood from the bed, not bothering to cover herself up from him. He had seen her naked and more, so there was no use. She grabbed her clothes and quickly put them on.

"Better. You know your way out." He said as he moved towards the bathroom. "By the way, don't expect a call from me." He mentioned before closing the door on her.

He had to deliberate on his plans and discuss them with his men. Time was running out. He could not waste more time by arguing with this woman.

"No, I won't." She shouted back to the closed door. "But you will surely hear from me." She mouthed with so much rage.

He did not know who he had messed with, she thought as she rummaged on the table. She was not looking for money. She did not even touch the one on the bed.

She needed any form of identification to find out his name. He might not be interested to know who she was, but she was currently very intrigued to know his identity.

She did not believe in the justice system or the balance of the law.. But she trusted the power of the pen and what it could do to anyone.

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