CHAPTER 1: GIVE ME MY CHILD!

It was a pleasant evening and the sky was turning orange due to the sun going down. In a huge mansion, inside a rustic room, a girl was sleeping.

She was laying down in a king-sized bed, covered with a wide white blanket made of silk.

"Hot.."

Because of the heat, she woke up. Still with blurred vision, she felt her skin melt as her perfumed sweat dripped down her delicate skin.

"Hmm..so hot.."

Beautiful. That is the word that describes her appearance. Yes, she is beautiful, like an angel. Her features are delicate, making her look pure and innocent, like a flower.

She has big eyelashes, fair skin, fleshly pink lips and her tiny nose was filled with lovely freckles.

She couldn't see due to the hair on her face, as she was sweating. She sat up and gently removed the golden bangs from her face, revealing two beautiful big blue eyes.

Then, she realized: She was not in her room, nor in any place she went before. Where was she?

Her eyes started traveling through the room, trying to process what is happening. She saw the beautiful salmon walls, filled with Renaissance-style paintings. Above her head was a large chandelier made of crystal, and on her right side, a huge balcony revealed the reddish sunset sky.

Is this some kind of palace? It's so enchanting.

Finally her eyes noticed something. In front of her, there was a person, a man, sitting on a padded red armchair. In his right hand, a glass of wine, which he rested on a dark oak coffee table beside him.

"Who-who are you? Where am I? It's so hot..can you turn off the heater?" She asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

A manly voice echoed the room. "Finally you woke up, woman. I was about to put the heater on 88° (190F) and bake you alive."

Huh?! 88°?! Bake me alive? Is that even possible?! What is he talking about?

The man finally got up, and walked to the edge of the bed, making it possible for her to see him completely.

She got mesmerized.

He was a handsome young man, probably in his twenties, almost thirty. His dark brown hair was combed back leaving his greek-like face fully visible. He had a pair of piercing dark brown eyes, one could be lost in their beauty and intensity. His noble nose was upturned and his pink thin lips were curved in disgust while he looked at her.

His gaze.. that gaze.. she felt like he could see deep in her soul.

Actually, the room was hot like hell, but the man didn't have a trace of sweating in his face. To be more specific, he doesn't seem bothered by the heat at all! So elegant and serious, he has the face of a rich person. He must be the owner of this house she is right now.

He finally started to move. He walked around the bed and stopped standing beside it, she could see him really close now from bottom to top.

The moment she was going to speak he revealed a pistol in his right hand.

She got terrified. Too terrified to speak. The words didn't come out to her mouth.

What is happening?! Who is this guy?

"Give me my child!" He ordered with his husky voice, touching her soft blushed cheeks from the heat with his gun.

Child? What child?

"Huh?! I-I don't have any!" What was he talking about?! What child?!

"Don't play stupid!" He said, with hate in his eyes. "I want you to give me my child. The child that you gave birth three years ago!"

Her body that was once sweating hot due the heat, was now sweating cold due the fear. She crawled backwards until her back was facing the headboard of the white wood bed.

"You-you must be mistaking! I-I don't even know you!" She finally got strength to talk.

His hand was playing with the pistol, dragging it across her delicate face. From her cheek to her trembling lips that she was biting in fear, then to her gently curved chin, lifting it up so she could look him in the eyes.

"Emma White, 24 years old. The adopted daughter of the White family. Works as a cartoonist in a small studio in S city. You want me to talk about your childhood and your relationships?" He smirked in satisfaction seeing her terrified face.

It's correct. Everything is correct. How does he know that?! Who is he?!

"Now..the child, Miss White." He said, coldly. Sliding the pistol trough her bare neck till it reached her delicate sexy collarbone.

She was still processing everything. Her head was spinning around, trying to understand that situation as she felt the cold silver pistol sliding down her neck slowly. She was embracing her chest tightly, pressing her bre*st, with her arms crossed holding the white blanket.

"There must be some mistake, mister. I-I never gave birth before!" Actually she was still a v*rgin, it is impossible that she gave birth to a child. "Can..can you please check it?"

The man stared at her in disbelief. She really is pretending to be pure?! He was getting more and more angry. His brown eyes were now as hot as lava. This pretentious woman is getting on his nerves.

"You want me to check it?!" He asked, throwing the pistol on the ground. "Fine, I'll check it!"

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To Be Continued~

CHAPTER 2: NOT CLOSE ENOUGH UNTIL I'M INSIDE YOU.

"Fine, I'll check it!" He said.

Annoyed, he started looking through her body that was covered by the blanket.

She was still holding her chest, but now she loosened her grip making the blanket fall a bit and revealing her white fair shoulders and her beautiful cleavage. Her body was wet due to all the sweat, it seemed like she got off the bathtub just now.

That scene was captivating.

He felt his throat getting tight and was filled with a dry heat trough his body.

The white blanket was thin, making it possible for him to see her slim body. She had the right curves in the right places. She was only wearing underwear, so he noticed a scar on her flat belly, near her abdomen.

"If you never gave birth, how do you have a scar here?" He asked, provokingly, sliding his index finger trough her belly.

Emma realized she was being exposed in a erotic manner so she quickly covered her belly and said blushing. "This is a appendectomy scar! Scars from cesarean sections are not crooked like that!"

"Oh..so it must be natural birth." He said. "I need to check right now."

He got on the bed and crawled in her direction, making her shiver in fear. She bit her lower lip from nervousness. This made his lips get dry, so he licked it.

As he got closer, he could smell her feminine scents, making his deepest desires crave for freedom.

"W-what are you doing?! D-don't come any closer!" She said, scared of his gaze.

He looked at her just like a lion looks at it's pray before eating it alive. It was clearly desire. If he could speak with that gaze, he would say: I'll eat you up, every inch of your body. He looked at her like she was fresh meat.

"That's.. that's not how you check it out!" She screamed one second before he pulls her down on the bed and pins her with his strong arms. "You are too close!" She said trying to push him away.

"Close?" He held her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Woman, it's not close enough until I'm inside you." He whispered on her ear, making it blush red.

"W-what nonsense are you talking about?! Don't- MMM!" She got interrupted by his cold lips pressing against hers. He kissed her fiercely and coldly. It was a domineering violent kiss, so rough that made her lips get swollen and red.

She was still gasping for air when in one single move he took off his shirt and pressed her body against the bed. Her soft bre*sts were squeezing against his hard chest.

Their bodies were both burning, the dripping sweat made them slide over each other.

Then, she felt it. His hot thing entering her tiny space, ripping her apart.

She could do nothing but cry. She was being raped. The room got filled with their heat, their scents and their moan for the next two hours.

. . .

"WOAHH"

BADUMPT! Emma White fell on the ground. She sat down and looked around. Her room, it was her room.

She was sleeping..?

So, it was a dream?

How could she dream about those perverted things?! But..it felt so real. She touched her lips.

His roughness...his restless kisses, his hot breathe..

Who was he? Why she dreamed about him? He was kinda familiar, now that she thought about it.

She looked to her feet and realized a magazine was there.

She got it and it was already open on page 34, which talked about businessmen. To be more specific, talked about a businessman: Zachary King. The richest man alive. The king of technology. The youngest CEO who is worth more than 3 billion dollars.

The President of Star Company. He developed this company when he was only 22 years old, now, in his 29 years, he turned this Company into the most rich and famous technological Company in the world. Specialized in games, programs, machines, programming and computers.

This guy is amazing! She must have dreamed about him while reading the magazine. That's why! Now everything makes sense.

"But... Am I in that need of men, to dream about being raped by a hot CEO?! I am a pervert!" She thought to herself.

Forget about it! It's a new day!

She got up in order to have breakfast but..

"AHH"

Pain. A lot of pain. Pain between her legs. Pain on her hips. How is she feeling pain because of a rape dream? She quickly went to lean on the closest wall in order to get straight up.

"Emma White, you're going crazy! You need to do something about it. Having pain because of an erotic dream? This is not normal!" She thought.

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To Be Continued~

CHAPTER 3: BLIND DATES?!

No need to think about that dream anymore!

She needs to get ready to work. She threw the magazine on the garbage can to forget about the male lead of her dream.

Emma quickly changed clothes, had breakfast, brushed her teeth and tied her blonde hair in a tall ponytail. She got her things and went to work.

She works at a small studio. Z Studio. It is a studio that produces books, stories, films and series. She is a cartoonist as well as a manga writer.

The studio was as always noisy. But today it was different. It was very, very noisy on the principal room, were the workers can get coffee, rest and chat.

All the women were reunited in front of the big flat TV that rested on the wall. They were all screaming in joy, daydreaming and jiggling. As for the men, they were sitting on the sofa, mocking and cursing.

"He is so handsome!"

"I heard he has a palace!"

"I wish I was his woman!"

Emma got closer to the crowd in order to see what is happening.

The TV showed clearly a man, walking to a black limited edition limo. It only showed his back, but when he entered the car, the reporter said:

"Now, Zachary King is going to his Company, work on his newest secret project!"

Zachary King.

This guy is everywhere!

He entered the limo and closed the door. But before the limo starts moving, he gave a deep glare to the camera lens, that was zooming his gorgeous face. He had an arrogant look, one look of dominance. This gaze could make even a tiger sit down and obey.

His glare on the camera was clear on the TV.

Those piercing eyes..

Emma remembered.. that eyes, the same eyes that looked her n*ked body as he was holding her jaw from behind her. She could feel his hot breathe on the back of her neck and his hard chest against her back, while his head rested from behind on her smooth shoulder.

His hand sliding her hips as he spoke in her ear.

"This is the real closeness." He said, pressing her body harder. "Got it, woman?" He licked her ear helix, making her body shiver as she gasps for air.

As she remembered her dream, her cheeks burned red and her heart started racing crazily.

NONONO!

Forget it, Emma!

She gave her cheeks weak slaps to wake up from those memories.

But how? How to forget about her perverted dream? What if she dreams about it again? It can't go on like this! How lonely a woman has to be to dream about those kind of things?!

She needs to date. She need a real man, a man in her reach.

But how to find it?

"Blind dates!" She thought.

Of course! It's practical and easy. How hard can it be?

At least... that's what she thought at that time.

The whole week she went to blind dates, 2 dates per day. It was one of the worst experiences of her life.

None of the guys were even normal!

She's exhausted.

"Why is it so hard?!" She thought to herself as she tried to relax in the sauna.

"All the men are the same! None of them is worth it the effort." She said, while brushing her long hair.

"AHHH! There are men here!"

"This is the girl's sauna!"

Emma heard the girls screaming next to the front door while the other girls covered themselves with their towels.

What is happening?

She rushed to the noisy crowd, walking fast on the wet ceramic floor.

There was a group of men, really tall and strong men. Looking, she could count at least 10 of them. They were all in black suits and sunglasses. What is this? Who are they?

"Hey?! Please get out, this is the girl's sauna!" She said, standing in front of them holding her towel so it wouldn't fall as all the girls who were showering quickly tried to cover themselves in fear.

The men looked at her, then looked at each other expressionless.

"Is it her?" One of them asked with a deep voice.

"Yes." Another man answered with the same tune.

"Miss, our master wants to meet you." They all said at the same time, like it were rehearsed, as they opened way in a corridor to one pass and slightly bowed in respect.

Respect to whom? Emma?!

No.

Respect to a man that entered the sauna without any discomfort. A tall man, almost 190cm (6'3") giving slow steps with his long legs through the corridor between the men in black, both hands on the pants pockets, his dark brown hair messy and back combed.

His gaze went down to look at her terrified eyes with satisfaction.

No..

No...

NO..!

This can't be...

This man...is Zachary King?!

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To Be Continued~