Page 87 of Seduced By Contract

When I bought this property, the only reason was because it was a good investment, on the advice of one of my lawyers.

In fact, just a few years after paying twenty million dollars for it, it appreciated in value more than double. But it has never been more than that to me: property. Because of Madison, however, I’ve begun to notice details that I previously overlooked.

How pleasant it is, right now, to watch the relentless rain hit the glass door.

I get up and open it without caring about the wet wind that hits my chest.

And it's because of the sound of the rain that I almost don't hear the doorbell ring.

I have doubts about answering, because it could only be one of the bodyguards. It's rare for them to come up, and I've alreadydismissed them for today, so before heading to the door, I check my phone to see if there are any urgent messages.

There aren't, but then the intercom rings.

I go to the kitchen.

"Good evening, Mister Kostanidis. Miss Foster has just come up."

I hang up and walk slowly to the living room. The doorman is always allowed to let her up. She even has the code that opens the apartment.

She doesn't ring the doorbell again or open up herself, as if she’s waiting for me to make up my mind.

My pulse quickens when I touch the doorknob, and I force myself to calm down.

It's not a good time to see each other. I have been going against my nature over the last few days, respecting her space, when all I want is to use all my weapons,anyweapon, including seduction, to convince her that there are no longer separate paths for the two of us.

When we're finally face-to-face, she stares at me, looking a little anxious.

There are some rain splashes on her clothes and hair. Madison seems devoid of the usual petulance with which she always confronts me, even in our moments of intimacy.

There are two girls inside her: the passionate wildcat who gives me everything I demand in bed, and the good girl, responsible aunt and daughter, who only lets her guard down for those who, as she rightly told me, are the ones who really count in her life.

Neither of them speak, and not trusting myself, after taking another sip of whiskey, I leave the door open and head inside.

I hear her footsteps as she enters.

I go to the door that leads to the pool—which is still open—and breathe in the smell of the storm.

It's not enough to control the furious desire that takes over my body. What I feel is not just a physical hunger—it's a need to have her in my life.

I go outside before I do something I'll regret and let the rain hit me.

Zeus

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

"What are you doing,Zeus? Get out of the rain!" she shouts from inside the room.

I place the glass of whiskey on one of the many tables outside and turn to face her, my clothing soaked. "What do you want, Madison?"

She hesitates but then steps out into the rain too, and within seconds, the pink dress she's wearing is soaking wet, molding to her body.

"You," she says, putting her hands behind her back and unzipping her dress. Then she takes off her panties and bra.

"You want me to fuck you, is that it?" I get rid of my pants and boxers, feeling completely unstable and not at all willing to hide it. "Are you offering your body because you want mine too? Here's a secret: It's not fucking enough anymore."

The water runs down our skin, but we still don't move.

"What exactly do you expect from me, Zeus? I gave everything I could. I said that I love you."

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