Accidental Marriage with the CEO: Unwanted Bride
Chapter 32: Have sex with me

Chapter 32: Have sex with me

Confused, Patricia responded, "Ermm, yes. And you are?" She had no idea who he was. She didn’t recall ever meeting a man like him. He looked like a younger version of Roman but far more approachable.

From his appearance alone, one could tell he was a gentleman. He wore a black suit and matching tie, both of which accentuated his natural charm. His dark brown hair softened his overall look, and the energy he exuded felt effortlessly compelling.

Zara, on the other hand, had only one goal in mind. Her eyes were glued to the part she needed on her bed. He looked like a virgin, but that didn’t discourage her in the slightest. In fact, the idea of being the one to take his innocence was more enticing to her than the act itself. Her gaze dropped to his torso, and when she noticed the bulge in his pants, she swallowed hard, her skin prickling with desire. Now that was her type of man, she liked them big.

Had she seen Roman’s younger brother later, she might have regretted turning down Syres. At first, she had refused, letting the rumors about Silas’s quietness discourage her. But after seeing his picture, she decided to give it a try. It looked like she was finally going to have a good lay after an entire year.

"I am Silas, the youngest in our family," he said, introducing himself. Patricia’s mouth fell open in shock. Her gaze instinctively shifted to Roman, and now the resemblance was obvious. She had never cared to ask him anything personal, and he never volunteered information about his family so she had never bothered.

Turning her attention back to Silas, Patricia smiled and said, "It’s nice meeting you. This is my friend, Zara." She gestured toward her, but Zara let go of Patricia’s hand and boldly walked up to Silas, prompting him to raise an eyebrow.

"Have sex with me," Zara suddenly blurted, and the room fell into tense silence. Silas’s expression immediately shifted into a frown, but that didn’t faze her at all.

"What?" He asked, staring at her in disbelief. Who walks up to a man and asks him to sleep with her just like that?

"Zara!" Patricia called out in embarrassment, pulling her friend back to her side and quickly apologizing. "I am so sorry. She plays around a lot," she said with a forced laugh, hoping to ease the tension.

"I mean it. Have sex with me," Zara muttered again, clearly not done. Michelle suddenly burst into laughter, which made Zara frown. What the hell was that bitch laughing about?

"What’s funny?" Zara asked sharply, turning to Michelle with an irritated expression and a glare that suggested she could do real damage if given the chance.

"I just find it odd," Michelle said through her laughter, "that Patricia has such a wild friend like you and is still so innocent herself. It’s unbelievable. Maybe she also craves some wild adventures, like today."

Patricia’s mood instantly soured. What exactly was Michelle trying to say? Was she referring to the fact that she met with Syres? Was that what she called a wild adventure?

"And what are you trying to insinuate?" Zara snapped, her voice rising. "That Pat isn’t innocent? That she’s been sleeping around with men for wild adventures? That she goes around asking men to sleep with her too, huh?!" She bombarded Michelle with questions, and the other woman’s face flushed red under the pressure.

"No..." Michelle began, but Zara cut her off sharply, yelling, "No what?! That’s exactly what you just said, you pretentious bitch!" Her voice echoed through the room, making Michelle flinch and instinctively hide behind Roman for protection.

"Miss Zara, I may be forced to ask you to leave if this behavior continues," Roman warned, his voice calm but firm.

Zara scoffed. "What behavior exactly? Oh, the wild one, right? You will protect her, but not defend your wife’s dignity." Her words struck like a whip, and that was when Patricia stepped in.

"We will be leaving now. See you around, Silas," she said quickly, then tugged Zara away. They had barely walked off when Roman’s voice followed them.

"See me in my study tonight."

Patricia paused for a moment at the command but then kept walking, saying nothing.

Later that night.

After confirming Patricia had left the room, Zara quietly slipped out and headed upstairs. Her footsteps were light, deliberate, almost like she was walking on air. Once she reached her destination, she opened the door, stepped inside, and locked it behind her with a click. A slow smile spread across her face, excited that everything was going according to plan.

She glanced around the room and it was empty. But she had confirmed with Maria that he was here just thirty minutes ago. Where could he have gone this late?

Then she heard it, the soft sound of running water. The shower. Her smile deepened. Even better. He was taking a shower before work.

She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing a black lace lingerie set that barely covered anything. Her breasts spilled over the top, and a thin g-string hugged her hips. She moved to the desk and perched herself on it, crossing one leg over the other, her back arched ever so slightly to enhance every curve. Her skin tingled in anticipation.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open. He stepped out, steam rolling behind him, a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his sculpted chest. Zara’s breath caught. Just the sight of him made heat bloom between her thighs. It had been too long since she felt this kind of ache. Her last experience hadn’t been satisfying but this... this would be different.

"Can you please take off your towel?" She asked, her voice low and laced with desire.

Silas froze, startled, and then his gaze landed on her. His eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, his breathing shallow.

"Miss Zara, what are you doing here... dressed like that? You shouldn’t be here," he said, his voice uneven, his cheeks flushed.

"I told you earlier, I want to sleep with you. I am here to claim that." She rose from the desk, her steps unhurried, her eyes fixed on him.

"I won’t be doing any of that," he said quickly, brushing past her and walking toward the closet. "Please... just leave."

Zara tilted her head, watching him. "What do we do now?" she murmured. "You have already seen me naked. If I walk away now, I will lose my dignity."

He turned, confused. "How are you naked already...?"

But then his voice faltered. His eyes caught the discarded lingerie pooled at her feet.

"I want you," she whispered, walking toward him slowly. "And nothing, not even your brother, is going to stop me tonight."

Silas kept backing away, the tension in his body visible, until his legs hit the edge of the couch. He lost his balance and fell back onto it.

Zara didn’t waste a second.

She climbed over him, straddling his hips with deliberate ease, and placed a hand gently on his bare chest. Her fingers splayed over his skin, feeling the tension, the heat. His heart was racing. Hers was too but not out of shyness, out of excitement.