Chapter 5

• Annie's breath became shaky as she felt Harold's warm erection presence close to her entrance. She shook with excitement and fear, her knees turning to water as she almost screamed out loud, begging him to enter her already.
• "Are you okay?" Harold's voice came as a shock to Annie; she had expected the sound of thrusting instead. She shook her head, looking back into Harold's intense gaze.
• "You look tense. Don't you want this?" Harold asked, his body sweaty, his appearance indicating how much he had anticipated this moment. However, just as he was about to get what he wanted, he sensed something wrong with Annie. For once in his life, he put a woman first and asked if she was alright.
• "I don't know what to do," Annie uttered slowly. Her knees failed her, and she dropped flat on her face. Harold stared at her helpless, fragile body as she cupped her legs around her naked body. Harold hesitantly picked her up and carried her to the bed. Annie's eyes collided with his, and she swallowed hard, looking away shyly.
• "Do you want to go to the hospital?" Harold asked, and Annie quickly shook her head. Had Harold mistaken the tension for sickness, she thought, aiming to take advantage of that? Maybe if she acted well, just maybe she would have time to prepare better.
• "I would be okay. I just need to cool down," Annie said, faking a sick voice. Harold nodded, getting his pants from over the bed and hurriedly putting them on. He watched Annie as she lazily stared at the bed. "Wait, I will be right back," Harold said and left the room.
• In a few minutes, Harold returned with two cups of coffee. He placed one beside Annie and lifted the other cup to his mouth. His broad shoulders flexed effortlessly. Annie forced herself to look away; she felt stupid drooling over him. She felt like a gold digger. Hadn't it been a week since her breakup, and she was already messing with a dangerous billionaire?
• How hypocritical. Hadn't the so called dangerous billionaire saved her from being homeless? Hadn't he cared about her just now and let go of his pleasure? Or maybe he just didn't want a sick girl on him, Annie's mind squared about. Finally, she relaxed as her eyes met Harold's confused gaze.
• "Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?" Harold asked, sitting on a cushion opposite the bed. He stared at Annie intently. She looked away shyly, thinking about what would have happened if Harold hadn't stopped.
• "I need to return to the office. Call Jay, my assistant, if you need anything," Harold said and stood up. He moved to a tiny door and flipped the switch, showcasing a wide room filled with clothes. He entered, instantly getting his pants off. His fresh butt screamed at Annie to get down between him and do the needful. She looked away, ashamed, but reluctantly returned her gaze to him.
• "What are you thinking of, sugar?" Harold challenged. He was perfectly dressed in a wine suit, his trousers well pressed, positioned stylishly on his torso.
• "Nothing," Annie said, but her expression effortlessly gave her away. Harold had a tiny smile on his face as he moved closer to her. He bent down to her height and rubbed her hair softly.
• "Your face is all pink, and you are avoiding looking at me," Harold said, flicking at her belly button and gently kissing her on the neck. Annie squeezed her eyes shut. She forced the tormenting tears that threatened to spill back. She moved closer to Harold's touch unconsciously, and he deepened his touches, smirking.
• "I love the way you react to me. All your body succumbs to my touches," he muttered as he deepened his finger into her, biting gently on her ear before his lips collided with hers. Annie willingly gave her mind away as she reveled in the warmth of their kisses. She groaned as Harold's hand found her clitoris She squirmed, losing it all and grabbed Harold's arm. He allowed her to relax, and he added more pressure until the pleasure built up and came down, sending sweetness down her spine.
• "You're so sweet; I don't want to have to wait any longer," Harold said, positioning Annie closer to him. He widened her legs and cleaned her off.
• Annie's eyes remained closed, undoubtedly caught between the pleasure of the moment. She reacted to every single word Harold uttered, and she liked it all. How marvelous, she thought. Harold had everything she ever wanted.
• "Don't fall sick on me next time. I don't wish to hurt you," he said, adjusting his messed up trousers, raising his gaze to Annie's closed eyes. He laughed quietly before tugging at her arm.
• "Look at me, see what you do to me," he said, and Annie shyly opened her eyes to him, noticing his wet trousers and his hard erection. But as a little saint, she was unsure of what to do.
• "Just promise me I'm gonna have you next time, without fail," Harold said, his eyes fully focused on Annie's full lips. Her body shook with anticipation. She wanted him too, so much it troubled him.
• "I promise," she answered, hiding her excitement pretty well.
• "I want a detailed promise, sugar," Harold said, his eyes never leaving hers, his hands softly placed on her naked thigh as he felt every jolt of excitement that screamed in her blood.
• "I promise you're gonna have me next time," Annie said, in awe of Harold's demanding yet pleasant tone.
• "Yes, sugar, I'm gonna have you next time and nothing will stop it," Harold said, softly pinching Annie's hardened nipple. She whined, but it did something different to him. He almost orgasm, but he needed more contact to trigger his pleasure, and Annie's at the moment seemed to be everything.
• "I will leave like this, in this messy dress. I want to be able to feel you," Harold said, bewildering Annie. A whole Harold wanted her this much. She felt the way he looked at her. His eyes held some confusing emotions whenever he was with her, and like a gold digger, she wanted it to last.
• "Driver will return you to the mansion, and I would be back to you this night" Harold said,and walked out of the room, Annie stared at the closed door, Harold touch still vivid in her head.