Chapter 8 Blackmailing My Wife

• ~MAYA’S POV~
• As the sound of my phone alarm woke me up, I grumbled and slowly opened my eyes to see what was going on. I wiped my eyes and fumbled for my phone in order to silence the alarm. I attempted to sit up straight on the bed and stretch my arms, but I was unsuccessful. My pussy was scorching and torturous at the same time. I am in a lot of pain. When I glanced at the white sheet that had been stained with blood, I couldn’t help but wonder how many times I had lost my virginity last night. Heck! I have the sensation that my body has been thrust onto a moving train. My ears were ringing and my heart was racing, along with my pounding head. I tried, but failed terribly, to sit upright. I began scouring the room, only to see him peering into the mirror and adjusting his tie. God! This gentleman was gorgeous. But why would a gigolo outfit be this pricey? Is he paid a lot of money to appear this good? He has a very scary presence. I can’t bear the kind of aura this dude exudes as a normal person. He oozes danger. I’m now left wondering if this man is indeed a gigolo. Then he said something.
• “Can you tell me about your husband? Who is he?” he inquired.
• “Archer Zion.” He raised his eyes and winked.
• “It is your responsibility to come to this hotel and sleep with me starting today. I want to bang that little cunt every day. “
• “What! I am a married woman.”
• “You should have given it some thinking before you asked me to take your virginity.”
• “I’m sorry, but I’m not up to it!”
• “Then I’ll inform Mr. Zion Archer that I had an affair with you.”
• “No, you can’t do that.”
• “Do you want me to dial his number right now?” He removed his phone.
• “All right, all right, I’ll do it, but on one condition.”
• “What is your condition?”
• “I paid for you last night, so if you want me to come here every day, you will have to pay me $5000. “
• “Are you trying to sell your pussy to me, Mrs. Archer?”
• “Didn’t you sell your cock to me last night?”
• “Right, I forgot you bought me for $1000. Acceptable, I will compensate you with one million dollars.” My pupils dilated. Where would a gigolo get 1 million dollars? Is this guy even a sex worker?
• ******
• Zion went out of the room, looking at his small wife’s shocked expression, and left her speechless.
• Bring it on, petite épouse.
• He reached for the car, and one of his bodyguards opened the door for him. He slid inside and looked at Lucas, his driver, and assistant.
• Lucas, my wife, believes that I am a gigolo, so you should start acting like a gigolo’s chauffeur."
• Lucas was taken aback by his master’s statement. His eyes widened.
• “Did you transform into a male escort overnight, master Zion?” The man couldn’t help but inquire, having been instructed to impersonate a gigolo’s driver.
• “Well, my wife bought me for $1000 last night.”
• Lucas couldn’t stop himself from giggling at his master.
• “That poor girl. I feel bad for her. She was simply dabbling with flames.”
• *****
• Before the soaring glassy matrix of Archer Group Int., a Maybach had come to a screeching halt. This is the first time the J-City branch meets the mysterious owner of Archer Group Int. Zion opened this branch exclusively and never paid a visit to the J-city office. He has made a name for himself. Most J-City families only knew he was a young man, and most of them admired the mysterious Mr. Archer to marry their daughters off to him. The majority of businessmen in this city have been demanding an appointment with him. But no one has ever been given the opportunity to do so until now. Zion was a valiant man. He built his business from scratch, with no assistance from his family or friends. Although he is currently the majority shareholder in Archer and Son Group. Zion founded his own company and now owns hotels and airports throughout the world. It wasn’t until he was an adult that he began to appreciate the importance of appearances. He began making public appearances at the age of 24. The valet opened the car door for him, and his employees rushed in and formed two lines in front of him. He strolled past them and onto the private elevator that took him to his office. There was no doubt that women were swooning over him and trying to fuck him with their gaze. However, as of yesterday, the man desired only one woman: Aya, his wife. The man entered the office after his personal assistant nudged open the door. The girl was stunning. As the man stepped behind his desk, she stood in the heart of his office.
• “Would you like coffee, Mr. Archer?” Zion fixed his gaze on the young lady in front of him. The girl could see that if she flirted with this man, he would dismiss her without hesitation. After that, she took a step back and bowed her head.
• “Mr. Archer, please accept my apologies. I assumed you might be in the mood for coffee.” The man didn’t even speak to her; he simply motioned with his two fingers for her to exit his office. The girl dashed out, clutching her chest and gasping for air as the door was shut.
• That man is not one with whom you may flirt. She thought to herself.
• Meanwhile, Zion examined his ring and laughed at the prospect of punishing his wife for hiring an escort to take her virginity. Also, for ordering him around. Not to mention that she has no recollection of the man she pleaded with to take her virginity on the night of their marriage. The man couldn’t do it that night because the woman was too drunk. He pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number.
• Zion: What have you discovered about my wife?