"Stop thinking it that level huh! Of course, I have played this type of game beforehand but only with girls and it was keeping money or belongings instead of stripping clothes," I answered checking my nails.

　　"So why are yo- I mean yo- Why you play- str- wi-th I mean befo- me," he kept on stuttering like an old record.


　　"Are you done?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

　　"Shall we play or are you afraid?" I questioned mocking him in the process.

　　"Afraid?"


　　"Afraid that you will lose of course!" I shrugged my shoulders and wiggled my eyebrows at him.

　　"Who do you think I am?" he asked as he took a step forward but I held my hand out for him to stop.


　　"Whoever you are! Just tell me will if you are in," I said and he adjusted his suit before nodding reluctantly.

　　"Good!" I smirked at him.

　　"Take a seat," I gestured the couch and he looked down before walking to it and taking a seat on it.

　　"You remember the rul-"

　　"I bloody remember! Now start the game," he snapped at me. I raised my eyebrows at him and on his behavior before dragging the chair from the dining table before him.

　　Taking a seat on the chair, I made sure that every move of mine should look sexy. I can't forget what he told me last night Don't touch me... I'll make sure his body crave for me and only me.

　　"So let's start with an easy question," I smiled at him to which he rolled his eyes at me.

　　"I have seen you watching football most of the time so, Who won the Best Footballer 2016 in the World?" I asked and he scoffed at me "Cristiano Ronaldo," he answered and I clapped a little "Right answer,"

　　"Who is the UN secretary-general?"

　　"Antonio Guterres," he answered correctly without any hesitation.

　　"Mostly which gases found of the planet Jupiter?"

　　"Simple Hydrogen and Helium," he answered looking proud when I smiled at him for answering the correct answer.

　　"To the next one, Who is the founder of the social networking service Twitter?" at this question I saw he looked little nervous.

　　I knew he had no knowledge about social media sites because he used none but then he answered "Mark Zuckerberg," he said and I exhaled out air as I shifted on my position keeping my hands on my knees I smiled at him "He is the founder of Facebook, Mr. Sullivan. So, congratulations for your first wrong answer," I smirked when I raised my hand to strip something from my body and I watched as the color drained from his face. Probably he thought I would strip my clothes off. But then I removed my earrings as I kept it before him on the coffee table which was the only thing that separated us.

　　"Next.."

　　"Who discovered first the blood circulation?"

　　"How in the world will I know-"

　　"Ah! ah! This is against the rules. You can't speak anything else than the answer," I reminded him and he made up a face but then I removed my heels slowly "Rules are Rules" I smiled at him when I noticed his eyes trained on my moves.

　　"Who invented contact lenses?"

　　"Your father!" he replied more like snapped angrily but to my benefit going against the rules.

　　"No, he didn't! Minus point!" I glared at him and said in a mocking tone as I removed the bracelet and watch from my wrist.

　　"Next... Who..." the game continued with him answering questions correct which made me put the things back on me that I had removed earlier but then he would answer and some he couldn't answer because even I didn't know the answer of who invented a pencil.

　　"What is the name of the first Romanian fiction film?" I questioned and he averted his gaze away from my face.

　　"I guess you don't know that!" I said and unhooked the first button just below my already plunging neck which enabled more skin to flash.

　　As I looked back at Zachary he was looking back at me or should I say on my...

　　"Who is the President of France?" I questioned

　　"Emmanuel Macron," he answered correctly which made me undo my move by hooking the first button back on. He looked disappointed all of a sudden as he shifted on his position and looked at me.

　　"Who is the president of America?" I asked and he opened his mouth to answer "D- Barack Obama," he answered and that literally brought a smile on my face.

　　Finally!

　　"Wrong! It's Donald Trump. In which year do you live?" I asked sounding irritated but I unhooked the hook once again and I watched as he moved forward in his place. His eyes still on my bosom.

　　"So what is the capital of-"

　　"Fuck it!" he stood up from his place and I smirked in triumphant "and you lose"

　　I watched as he huffed out air, his chest rumbling and his hands balled into fists. His eyes color had changed by the time he took long strides to reach me and pulling me by my arms he pulled me up. Instead of brown eyes what I witnessed was deep brown eyes with dilated pupils which only indicated lust. He pulled me to him and angled his face as if he was going to kiss me but before he could I put my palm on his mouth which caught him off guard because he looked at me with questioning yet desire filled eyes.

　　"You can't touch me!" I reminded him.

　　He pulled my hand off his mouth and held my head "I can do whatever I want," forcibly he tried to kiss me but then I turned my head and tried to push him off me.

　　"Stop resisting me god damn it!" he said frustrated which made me want to laugh on his face.

　　"I am just following your wishe-wishes. You told me not to touch you yes-" he cut me off as he got hold of my hand and folded it backward pulling me close to him.

　　"Forget that I ever uttered that stupid thing," he said and once again tried to kiss me only for me to turn my head blocking his kiss. But then his lips ended on my cheek that made the things even worse. I had never really imagined that I would have to handle him in this condition. To make things worse than it already was he started placing wet kisses all over my face and then on my neck which made my knee go jelly.

　　This is not good...

　　I will literally give up to him.

　　But I can't.

　　Not until I hear what I wanted to hear.

　　"Zachary! Za-Zachary! Zac!" I snapped at him when he continued ignoring my pleas to stop.

　　But I don't really want him to stop...

　　But then...I can't let him touch me until I hear it again.

　　But like magic, it worked. He stopped his assaults and looked at me.

　　I guess it worked.

　　"What did you just say?"

　　"I said sto-"

　　"No! Not that what did you just say now?" he questioned and trying to recall what I actually said the name left my mouth even before I realized it "Zac?" I said slowly and watched as his eyes dilated and contracted but then a different emotion appeared on his face and before I could question what's wrong his lips were on mine.

　　Disabling me from moving from my place he held my hands firmly on my back as he ravished my lips as he kissed me passionately and wildly not even letting me speak, completely ignoring my pleas. As much as I hate to confess it but I was starting to give in to his kisses and affection. So badly, that at one point I stopped resisting and let him do whatever he wanted but then as if someone threw a bucket full of water on me I opened my eyes once again resisting to him when he pulled away. Both of us were breathless as we panted and breathed in desperately for air.

　　"Today, you are mine!" he said all of a sudden and before I could open my mouth he let go of my hand and in a swift moment carried me up in bridal style.

　　"Zachary! Zachary!" I gasped in shock and held his collar scared for my life.

　　"Put me down! Zachary! Put me down" I yelled when he took long strides towards his room and the next thing I knew was me being thrown on something soft like feather and I bounced on it due to the effect of my fall but before I could throw a fit or yell at him for throwing me he was already hovering over me.

　　"Zachary! You jerk! Get off!" I pushed on his chest while he pulled me to him by my waist and sat on top of me.

　　"What the hell are you doing!" I complained when he started stripping himself.

　　"Playing my own stripping game, cause I can't make love you while I am dressed. I need to be naked and I need to strip yo-"

　　"Stop! Stop!" I put my hands on my ears stopping myself from hearing whatever he was saying.

　　My heartbeat speeds up on every single comment he makes.

　　I am just fed up with my heart for reacting to every single thing he does. Every single little thing of him makes me want to want him and love him more.

　　"Zachary get off!" I tried to put on a serious face as I warned him to get off but to my shock, all he did was remove his suit and then unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt allowing me to see his well-defined sculpted chest.