~Maya’s POV~
I had no intention of allowing someone like Kelly Martins to rent space in my mind. I knew my husband was up to no good when he requested me to change into a dress. Having wed a naughty man, I had no problem with it. I put my faith in Zion with everything I have. I was well aware that this outfit was going to be my personal hell on earth. I removed my plaid shirt and vest. As I was pulling down my pants, I heard him remark, “Take off your bra and panties.” I didn’t have anything to say. I was well aware that he was up to no good. He brought me to the table and pulled a chair out for me, after which he sat across from me on the other side.
After seeing my husband’s smirk as he took his seat across from me, I was unable to concentrate.
“Oh, Lady Archer, you don’t know how much of a temptation you are.” At the same time, his leg extended towards my spread legs from beneath the table, like a watercraft swimming towards a jetty. His feet, like the rest of his physique, were large and proportionate. My legs spread out of nowhere. He sat back in the chair and carefully placed his foot on the edge of the seat between my thighs. He then attempted to gain access to me, but my sex betrayed me. Zion began making circular movements with his big toe against my folds.
“Oh, God,” I muttered. He was preoccupied with placing food on a dish and placing it in front of me as if he were doing nothing at all. His big toe did not leave my entrance.
“Eat,” he commanded.
Even though I started to eat, it was impossible for me to concentrate, since something was pressing against my pussy. When I stared at him, he smirked and drove his big toe into my sex, causing me to erupt like a volcano in his presence, and he smirked again.
“As you can see, Lady Archer, everything about you is a source of torment. You torture me without even trying.” I was eventually able to gather my wits and tell him what was on my mind.
“I’ll be going for an interview tomorrow.” My attention was drawn to the way he was looking at me as if I had done something wrong.
“What for?” he finally asked.
“People go for interviews to get hired, Lord Archer.”
“Do you think the company can hire you, Lady Archer?”
“Why not?”
“You can work if that corporation is willing to offer you $1 million dollars every month. Not even their CEO makes that much money after five years of saving. You are an Archer Maya. If you can find a company that will pay you that much, you will be able to get employment. But for the time being, wifey, you will remain at home and utilize your husband’s money to start your own business, for which I will compensate you with $1 million dollars. In case you didn’t know, Lady Archer, you are currently worth $800 billion dollars, according to Forbes magazine.”
Suddenly, my pupils dilated. What exactly is he on about? I had $1000 in my possession at the time. How did 1000 dollars become billions? When it appeared to him that I was perplexed, he went on to say something like this: “The black card you have in your possession, Lady Archer, represents the current balance of the account. As a result, my lady, not even the president can afford to compensate you.” When it finally clicked, I thought he was joking. I was on the verge of choking on the wine I was sipping.
He stood up and knelt beside me, caressing my back and handing me a glass of cold water. “Lady Archer, did you believe you were just like everyone else? You are the wife of the Archer Group’s heir apparent. You should be worth more than that, in my opinion.” I desperately wanted to scream, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. When I turned to look at my husband, all he did was smirk at me. His hands came close to my face, drawing me closer to him. They were so warm that it created a chain reaction I couldn’t fight. My spine tingled as the chills ran up my spine. Heck! I felt a sensation of swelling between my legs. I tightened my grip on my legs even more. I concentrated intensely on holding back the river that had begun to rage around me.
“I know you, dripping wet Lady Archer. I own your body. My lady, I am more familiar with your body than you are. Just take a few deep breaths in and out.” In the midst of his discomfort, Zion suddenly swerved the chair in his direction, yanked my legs up over his shoulder, and began cleaning my sex with his tongue.
Holy Shit!
This man is going to be the death of me. He then released my legs and pushed the c back to its original place. He rose to his feet.
“Eat”
How the fuck am I going to eat like this? I thought to myself.
He walked back to his chair and fixed his jacket as he sat down. “Start your own business. You are not going to work for anyone. ” I ate my meal, but I was unable to concentrate. I was in a daze.
“Let’s head to M-City, Babe.”
“What’s in M-City?”
“There is someone I would like for you to meet.”
His hand reached for his phone, on which he dialed Lucas’s number to request that someone bring the jet. His communication was followed by an announcement that the plane was ready for take-off. He took my hand in his, and I followed him without raising an eyebrow. We boarded the plane and began our journey to M-City.