On His Terms

○×34:mothers & marry hims○×

<Think. It's not illegal yet>

|Kian|

Sunday, July 4, 2021

I LIED.

The 10 million dollars wasn't just to get her to be my fake fiancée. It also served as an apology for the damages I'd wrecked on her body. Jadesola might not know it but it was only a matter of time until she accepted my offer and the rift between us, mended.

Yes, I'd stooped so low, a result of the desperation Father had brought me to. When she'd forced me out of her room, my mind had fled through a million possibilities on how to gain a new personal assistant whilst evading the advances of my father and his beloved ex daughter-in-law.

The slow purr of the bugatti divo rent the air, a reminder that I still waited in the car for her to appear.

Inhaling deeply, roving eyes fixed to the front of Jadesola's apartment, I wondered if she would cancel at the last minute. If she did, I wouldn't be too surprised. As much as she needed me, I knew she loathed my presence with every single breath she took.

A hatred I deserved.

With that depressing thought in mind, I put off the ignition and reclined further into the seat.

I still hated people whose skin was plagued with an abundance of melanin. Their very existence, I abhorred. Just not Jadesola. Not anymore. I'd striked her off my list. After the injustice I'd done, it was only fair to finally admit it to myself. I liked her. Either that or an overwhelming feeling of natural lust a man felt when he gazed upon an attractive woman.

Her curvy body, so sensual it tempted me to strike my chest and yell to the world that I'd staked a claim on her. The defiant fire in her amber eyes, burning ever so brightly. Even her fucking skin colour that shone like brown pearls. I adored it all, revenge be damned. After all, rules were always made to have exemptions. I guessed Jadesola was my exemption.

When did I start liking her? I had no idea. Perhaps it was the moment my eyes had slid across her body, ravishing and alluring in the casino's dim lighting. Or when she'd teased me at the club, grinding and twisting sensually. Even seeing her being so chummy with Ryan might have triggered it.

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, staring at nothing, my mind trapped in the events that had occurred earlier today.

If Jadesola didn't accept my money, the expensive roses and any material thing I could offer, what else did she want? I'd apologized, a trait so unlike me. I'd even admitted to being the one in the wrong so what else could I do?

Nothing I could think of. The dagger and handwritten letter had been a last attempt at gluing the severed ties that bound us together. And that was if she read it. An action I highly doubted, considering the fact she'd trampled on the Juliet roses.

My phone buzzed, yanking me away from the sad past. A tap on the screen displayed: Richard is calling.

I clenched my jaw in fury and switched off the phone.

What on earth was wrong with my father? He'd been the one who'd interrupted Jade's and I's conversation, threatening to take the company away from me if I didn't do the usual. Re-marry Katharina. As if.

My eyes bolted shut as I grimaced, itching to run a hand through my hair but we were heading out so I stilled my fingers and slid them against my jean clad thighs instead. Why couldn't he just let me be?

Someone rapped on the passenger's window. With a start, I opened my eyes then craned my neck to the side. Jadesola.

I dragged in a rough breath, noting how beautiful she looked in the red evening gown she wore, her silver braids, a gorgeous curtain that fell past, dainty shoulders.