Zacharias Petropoulos is the heir of Petropoulos Enterprises Holdings Incorporations. He is half Greek and half Danish, handsome and sexy as a Greek God. He could get what he wanted in just a snap of his fingers. Every woman fell for his charm. But...
I walked towards Adrian. We greeted each other. I ordered a glass of gin and tonic.
"Hey, what's the reason for your grin?" Adrian asked me with a smirk.
"Lisa."
"You saw her again?" he asked. "Where?"
"Yesterday and today."
"Yesterday?"
"Yes, I did," I said and sipped my gin and tonic.
"Didn't you attend the dinner?" he asked.
"That's where I saw her."
"Is she a relative of Stefano's fiancee?"
"Future fiancee," I corrected him. "They aren't engaged yet." I hated it when everyone repeated it. She isn't his fiancee. They aren't engaged.
"But they will be. You didn't answer my question though."
"No, she isn't. She is the future fiancee."
His eyes widened. He coughed, placing his drink down on the bar counter. "You...and...she...shit! What are you planning to do? Are you going to tell Stefano?"
Tell Stefano? Of course not! I had other plans in my mind. I wanted her. I wanted her again, in my bed. I was craving for her. Her soft red lips, her flawless body.
"No. At least not now."
"What are you thinking of, Zack?" He looked at me, raising his eyebrow.
"I want her again."
"What?" he asked in disbelief. "Are you crazy? She is your cousin's fiance."
"Future fiancee. They aren't engaged yet and maybe they won't. And when has an engagement ring stopped me?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes. "I want her. She wants me too. I feel it. And she will come to me soon."
"And Stefano? What will he do to you if he finds out?"
"He doesn't love her, and she doesn't either. It's an arranged marriage. You know about Stefano and Alice. I don't think he's forgotten her. What Lisa and I have is nothing serious; it's lust. We spent a good time together. And I want to repeat it."
After talking with Adrian, I went to the hotel. I took my clothes off and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower. I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out.
I grabbed my phone and called Marina. I asked her for Lisa's phone number. My phone buzzed.
That is it. Marina sent me her number.
I sent Lisa a message. 'Five days. Tick tock. Zack.' I placed the phone down as I smirked. I put on my sweatpants when my phone buzzed.
'How did you get my number?'
'A little bird told me.' I put the phone back down and went to bed.
I couldn't wait to explore her beautiful body again. I closed my eyes as I thought of her.
Lisa's POV
Today we were having dinner with Zack and Stefano's family. Zack's father invited us. I wore a black mini dress and left my hair open. I took my clutch and went downstairs.
My family and I arrived at the restaurant. Zack and Stefano's family were already waiting for us. My eyes met with Zack's. He wore a black suit, a black tie, and a white shirt. He looked very handsome, as always. He smirked at me as he noticed that I was checking him out. I took my eyes off him immediately.
We sat down at a table. Marina asked me to sit beside her. I accepted. But unfortunately, Zack was sitting next to me too.
When we started eating, I felt his hand under my dress caressing my thigh. I looked at him. He talked to his father, seriously. I placed my hand on top of his hand and tried to pull his hand away. I couldn't remove his hand; he's stronger than me. He squeezed my thigh tightly. I pressed my lips together.
After talking to his father, he turned his face towards me with an arrogant expression. I narrowed my eyes at him, but it didn't faze him. He slipped his fingers between my legs and stroked my inner thigh. I pressed my legs together, stopping his hand from advancing. He looked at me angrily. He slightly pushed my legs apart and stroked my sensitive spot with his fingers. I pressed my lips together to hold my moan and squeezed the side of the table.
"Lisa, are you alright?" Marina asked, concerned. Zack looked at me, smirking. The arrogant bastard. I'm going to kill him.
I looked at Marina and said, "Um...yeah...I am."
He teased my sensitive spot as I looked at him. His face was expressionless. He was listening to my father and his father's conversation. I placed my hand on top of his hand again. He looked at me. I gave him a warning look. But of course, he didn't stop. I placed my napkin on the table and took my clutch.
I turned my head to Marina and said, "I am going to the restroom." I said it a little louder, letting Zack hear too. He pulled his hand away carefully. I got up and went to the restroom.
When I walked in, no one was in the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. A few seconds later, the door opened. Zack walked in and closed the door behind him. My eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed at him. He shoved his hands into his pockets.
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I walked towards the door to leave. Before I could leave the restroom, Zack grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall. I felt his bulge pressing in my stomach.
"Let me go." I pushed against his chest, but he didn't move. He claimed my lips. He bit my lower lip; I moaned. He took advantage of it and plunged his tongue into my mouth, exploring my mouth. I kissed him back. He slipped his hand under my dress to lift it up and stroked my thigh. He squeezed my thigh afterward; I moaned again. The corner of his lips curled up slightly. He pulled his lips back. He leaned his forehead against mine. We were panting.
"Does he make you feel in this way? Does your heart beat faster when he kisses you or anyone else the same as when I kiss you?"
"...Yes," I whispered in a low voice. He smirked at me, surprised.
I had never kissed Stefano or anyone. I never had a relationship before. My father was overprotective. I had a bodyguard all the time. Everybody was afraid of my father. He was a powerful man in the country. In the last few years, he changed. Later I understood that the reason for his behavior towards me was because of the presence Stefano's would have had in my life.
"I took your first kiss too. Wow! I'm the luckiest man in the world. I took all your firsts." He pulled back and opened his eyes. He looked at me with an arrogant smirk. "But you are lucky too. Not every first kiss and sex was hot, unforgettable, and passionate as yours." He winked at me. I narrowed my eyes.
