Chapter 3 Chapter 3

MARTHA

I had not expected this handsome stranger to stand up for me. He defended me and chose me over the five beautiful women arranged for him.

I had only arrived here to see if I could get money by selling my body.

Tolu, my best friend, had told me that I could get money by sleeping with a stranger, as the money I earned working for Silver's Restaurant was not much.

My heart raced in my chest as the formidable man scooped me into his arms. His masculine scent of cedarwood filled my nostrils, and his well-sculpted features made me uncomfortable.

I had not been eating well due to my stepmother's brutality, especially since my father's death.

I lost weight as I had to use my money to feed myself. I was only living in the house with my stepmother and Elena.

They cooked without giving me food. They spent my father's hard-earned money without caring to ask about my needs.

I worked to sponsor my feeding and to ensure that I completed my studies at the Suncity University. I was studying business management.

I could not challenge Sandra, and I was hoping that by the time I had graduated, I would have a better job to challenge her and take what was rightfully mine.

After all, Sandra had an explanation to give about Mark's comments regarding my father's will.

"Are you scared of me?" The formidable man asked me after he had placed me on the bed.

If I said that I was not afraid, that was a lie, because he towered above me, and I could barely reach his shoulder.

My head just reached his chest, and he peered down at me like a predator scrutinizing its prey.

"No… I am not scared of you," I lied, and he laughed and reached for his shirt buttons to strip it off.

"You do not have to get scared. Though, I am like you, so why should you be scared? I have human features, don't I?" He asked me, his brows raised in a question mark as he regarded me and flexed his muscular arms.

I gulped hard, wondering what he meant by saying he had human features like me.

"Yeah. You're handsome," I replied bashfully and avoided his striking golden eyes.

"You should have your bath. I am a clean freak. So will you like to bathe first, or do I bathe first? What drink do you want?" He asked as he stripped off his black shirt and revealed his tattooed chest to my view.

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest and the several marks like claws and old scars on his chest.

Seeing my eyes glued on his chest, the formidable man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?"

"Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I did not need to ask him who he was.

"Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he replied, and I saw his eyes glow. I did not know if I was hallucinating at the moment.

"Dark Mountain Pack? I heard the pack has real live wolves living there, and we were warned not to cross the river and mountain to that territory. Are you a werewolf?" I asked him, my eyes widened in shock.

Even though I did not pay attention to the news, it had been rumored that real live werewolves resided on the other side of the city. But many of us were scared to tour that area.

Who wanted to uncover the truth of a werewolf? The thought of being in a room with a real werewolf made me anxious.

I rose from the bed to dart out, but he caught my left wrist and pulled me to his tall masculine frame.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked, his eyes narrowed with a sinister glint.

"No. I am just not comfortable. Your tribal tattoo and the fact that you said that you are from the Dark Mountain Pack," I replied, my lips trembling. He raised his right hand and used it to touch my long hair.

"I haven't seen a beautiful woman like you before. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a real live moon goddess?" He teased me, and my cheeks flushed at his remark and his closeness.

"No. I am a human. I am not a goddess or whatever you said," I replied, thinking he was just complimenting me and that he was not really from a pack of wolves.

'Or was I overthinking it?'

'Was he really a werewolf?'

"You do not have to be scared of me. I like you, and I will pay you one million. What do you say?" He offered, and my jaw dropped.

"One million…" My lips trembled as my ears flamed red.

"Will you really offer me that amount?" I asked him as he stepped away from me to take off his black trousers' belt.

"I do not promise what I cannot offer. If you perform well, I can double the amount. So the choice is on you," he said when he pulled off his belt and let go of his trousers.

It fell off, revealing his long masculine hairy legs.

I swallowed hard as my eyes shamelessly trailed his tall frame from his feet and up to his crotch.

I gulped again.

Even as he had not taken off his boxers, the massive size of his crotch made me tremble.

My knees buckled as I staggered backward.

"Will that thing fit in me? I do not think that I can take you, sir?" I replied, trembling before him.

Before I could run to the door and exit the room, he captured my hand and slammed me against the wall.

"Do not test my patience. You saw other women who were offered to me, but I rejected them for you. Why can't you be a good girl and please me? Fine, I will pay you three million. Will that be enough?" He asked, his deep husky voice filling my ear as his hot breath brushed my cheek and sent shivers crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

"Um, okay. I will try," I replied anxiously, and he released me.

"Strip," he ordered as he moved back and stepped away from me.

My mind raced on what I could use the three million to do.

First, I would be able to get my evil stepmother arrested and dig into my father's file to know the actual cause of his death and to take over his company that Sandra and Elena had taken.

"Alright," I replied and reached to take off his black coat.

He lit a stick of cigarette as he moved to take his seat in the leather chair in the room.

Once my hands reached for the hem of the black coat, I took it off slowly and carefully from my shoulder.

The thickness of the coat made me realize that it would be expensive as the cold wind brushed against my skin.

I stood before the formidable black man in my orange pants and bra.

"Go and have your bath and come out with nothing except a towel. Hurry up," he dismissed me, his golden eyes locked on mine, and I gulped down my anxiety.

"Alright." My legs quickly bolted to the bathroom door, and I shut it as soon as I stepped inside.

The bathroom featured a bathtub and shower faucet. There were free sponges and soaps on the bathroom counter to use.

Knowing that I could not keep the formidable man waiting before he changed his mind, my hands hurriedly unpacked a new sponge. I swiftly switched on the shower and bathed as thunder struck in the sky.

I knew that my fate was already sealed to sell myself.

I prayed to God for forgiveness of my sins as I finished my bath and stepped out of the bathroom to find the man still seated on the singular chair in the room. But he was on a phone call.