HIS INNOCENT SIN

CHAPTER 13

As I stepped into the man's house, I was immediately struck by the vastness of the space. The interior design was a harmonious blend of modern and classical styles, exuding an air of elegance and sophistication. Every corner seemed meticulously curated, showcasing the owner's impeccable taste and class.

I found myself wandering through the rooms, mesmerized by the stunning architecture. The walls adorned with huge paintings added a touch of grandeur, each artwork commanding attention and telling its own story. The carefully curated collections of artifacts and sculptures added a sense of depth and history to the space, making it feel like a private gallery.

It was a true feast for the eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I continued to explore, captivated by the beauty and opulence that surrounded me.

"Are these all legit paintings?" --

As I continued my exploration of the house, my gaze fell upon a provocative portrait that immediately grabbed my attention. It depicted a scene of intense passion and desire, with a couple engaged in an intimate act upon a bed. The artistry of the painting skillfully captured the raw sensuality and eroticism of the moment.

Unable to ignore the allure of the subject, I couldn't help but acknowledge how incredibly attractive this man was. His undeniable sex appeal radiated from the canvas, leaving an indelible impression on my mind. It was impossible to deny the magnetism and allure he possessed, drawing me further into his captivating presence.

"Yes, that painting is worth a staggering 4.5 billion dollars," he remarked casually, revealing the astonishing value of the artwork.

The realization hit me like a shockwave, causing me to choke momentarily. The sheer magnitude of the price tag left me astounded and speechless.

His immense wealth and the extravagant expenditure on his house only deepened my fascination with him. I yearned to uncover every detail of his past, to understand how he had achieved such remarkable success. The memory of the daring and risqué encounter we had shared in his car still lingered in my mind, evoking a thrilling sensation that sent shivers down my back and made my thighs tremble as I walked.

He gently took hold of my hand, attempting to draw me closer and invite me to rest. Yet, my stubbornness prevailed as I yearned to explore and immerse myself in the splendor of the surroundings. Amused by my determination, he chuckled softly, his amusement evident in his eyes.

"Princess, if you'd like, we can stay here until tomorrow, giving you ample time to explore every corner of my mansion," he offered a hint of sincerity in his voice.

Blushing, I couldn't help but wonder if he truly meant it. Was he willing to extend our time together just to accommodate my desires?

"Thank you, Daddy..." I responded softly, touched by his gesture.

I settled on his couch, fixated on the television, while he gazed at me affectionately and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.

After a few hours of anticipation, he scooped me up in his arms, holding me as if I were a bride. The tenderness in his touch surprised me, defying the rumors that portrayed him as cold and soulless.

Carrying me to an elegantly set dinner table for two, he placed me gently on a chair, and we indulged in a delicious meal. The sheer pleasure of being cared for by a man like him made me feel incredibly spoiled at that moment. But was it simply my love for him that clouded my judgment?

"Jenna, there's something I want to tell you," he said, his tone serious, instantly making me nervous. When he addressed me by my name, I knew I had to listen intently.