A Million-Dollar Strange Deal (UNEDITED VERSION)

Chapter 6: His Womanizing Ways and His Mistress

Contains Mature Language and strong words. For mature readers only.

"Behind every successful man is a surprised woman." - Maryon Pearson

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Georgina Ricci's POV

             EVERY GIRL has their dream man, just as I have one. But, what differs mine to others? Is my dream guy is exactly the opposite of Marco Massaretti.

In all levels.

Okay, you're so hypocrite G. Let's face it! 

He's the guy everyone to die for just to have him.

I rolled my eyes and chastised my body.

He's just good looking on the outside. He's rotten on the inside. I snapped back to my conscience.

Whatever. My inner-self shot back.

Who would want an arrogant guy who thinks he could get anything within a snap of his finger? A guy who would just jostle our womanhood for his pleasure, but doesn't want commitment and heck not even love! A selfish cock-head who thought women are only for pleasure and damn, he's treating me just a freaking baby-machine.

Who would want that? To be treated nothing, but purely a sexual gratification.

Even if he was an epitome of a Greek God, I won't fall for his deceiving looks.

Oh, preach. My inner-self mocked.

I ignored my inner thoughts and kept in my rational head that I have to go with the right reasons.

If I have any way to get the house back, I would've never agreed to his preposterous arrangement, and I shouldn't be dealing with him right now, and in a very compromising position.

Him on top of me with his only boxer short and only God knows how I have been holding my topsy-turvy head and frenzy-zoo hormones because his freakishly remarkable length was constantly prodding on my groin.

I knew better his intentions, and I knew better not to fall for his kind.

"Let me go, Marco!" I spat in a controlled tone.

I tried not to stare into his teal eyes, or I will lose it.

I would be a hypocrite if I'd say I'm not attracted, but I will never let him know. I will in every way, avoid his advances.

"Your words contradict your body's reactions, Cara mia. I could feel you're hot. Your body is searingly hot, matching mine ... and I could feel you, .... so- wet." He whispered with his rich velvety drawl, as he licks my earlobe, prolonging the last word in a very sensual manner that I almost came there.

Indeed, he's a man who knows how to melt a woman in his arms. Just one word, their underwear is all the way down.

My eyes grew wider and my cheeks felt like it was dipped in a boiling oil, feeling burned with embarrassment.

And damn, I am so wet!

But, I will not let him win, over my dead body.

"You are so cocksure, Marco. But, let me tell you one thing?" I said with my eyes turning into slits. His dark eyes are slowly turning into cold. His menacing aura is slowly resurfacing sweeping off the smirked and amusement plastered on his lips.

"I just agreed with your stupid arrangement because of this house, and instill this in your cocky head, I'm not affected by your goddamn extreme charisma! Those girls who thought you are perfect, I'm not one of them. So, get off me." I ranted ceremoniously, gritting my teeth in fury, with my chest rising and fall at each breath.