Chapter 5 5

Lysandra~~

Fairyland Ventures was my father's company, so how did it end up belonging to this jerk who claimed to be the king?

My palms clenched into fists by my sides, and tears burned at the corner of my eyes. I had stayed like a nobody all these years just because everything that belonged to my parents was taken away from me. Who would believe it was him who did all that?

Was that why he was a biker? To take things that don't belong to him forcefully?

I heaved and turned to him, my brows arched and heart pounding so hard against my ribcage. “Mind explaining what's going on? You must know what I'm talking about…”

He took over my wedding day, made me sign a contract, and now this, after seeing my photos and those of my father. What was this dude up to?

Nothing was adding up. I felt as though my brain was gonna burst at that moment.

He gave me a long look, his lips twitched, but no word came out, and then he began stepping forward.

I bit my lower lip. Was he walking away from me? Is that his method of ignoring me?

I just didn't know when I scoffed, so I wiped my lips.

He must be thinking of keeping me under him when he has my father's property, or was he going to claim not to know?

His retreating figure finally reached the door, and then he vanished from my eyes. I couldn't hold back the tears that burned at the corner of my eyes, and my fingers, which curled into my palms.

I felt as though my chest was going to burst. I really needed to cry it all out, but I would draw the attention of the staff members, and they would talk behind their lycan king and how he heard an inferior as his luna.

I meant that talking behind wasn't the problem, but rather my image was going to be tarnished.

My chest clenched, but I managed to pull myself together. I released a breath that had hung in my throat, shoved my hair to the side, and held my shoulders high while I began walking towards the building.

All eyes fell on me as I walked through, and I didn't spare any of them a glance.

The men behind me led me into the elevator, which took me to the last floor. I almost yelled at them that I knew every nook and cranny in the company, but held back my anger because I had to unleash it on somebody.

As the elevator stopped, I didn't hesitate but walked out and made my way to the last office, which I was sure belonged to him, just like my father years ago…and I was right. I pushed the door open and met him sitting on his desk, with legs crossed and a glass of wine in his hand.

First, I locked the door, and then I walked closer to him.

He didn't blink—didn't act like someone was standing before him.

The anger that rose to my chest was one I couldn't hold back at that point, and just before he knew it, I smacked his cheek so heavily that the glass slipped from his palm and shattered on the floor.

“What are you scheming?” was all I could ask at that point. Who cares if he was the king and a biker? He would have me dead, so I wouldn't talk about the things I saw. “You don't wanna talk? Claiming me as your bride, the contract, those photos, and the company seal…and now my father's company. Are you going to pretend not to know what I'm talking about? Or, were you expecting me to keep shut just because you're one dangerous asshole?”

My voice rose in anger, and my eyes widened…yet he didn't glance at me.

He stood away from the desk and grabbed the telephone. He ordered a cleaner to his office to clean up the mess, then went straight to his seat.

“Ramsey!!!” I yelled and slammed my palms on the desk. “Can't we at least talk this out? If you wanted someone who wouldn't say a thing, you should have just gotten an omega for yourself. What are you planning to do with my family and me?”

He swung his chair around to face me, and all I met was his darkened eyes. His expressions were cold, like it always were, and that had me wonder how I was able to be under him while he fucked me during my heat.

Did I moan that much? He doesn't deserve a dripping pùssy like mine.

“I was going to make you the CEO, but I think you need time to think about it. What do you say, Sandra?” he spoke so calmly, like he was that way really, and I fucking hated how he bit his lower lip with his brows knitted and gaze fixated at me. “Have your time going around the company before you ask any questions.”

I honestly didn't get it.

With a smirk across my face, I asked again, “So, how did you happen to be the chairman here? You're the founder?”

He shook his head, “I wasn't the founder, but took over after the founder passed away.”

“How? You knew it belonged to my father, right?” I rested my arm on the desk. This time, expecting him to speak further.

He licked his lips and turned to me, “And what if I knew?”

Huh?!

I burst into laughter even when nothing was funny.

Did he just indirectly accept that my father owned the company, and he knew?

“So, how did you end up having it when my uncle is still there? Ramsey, is this why you became the lycan king? To take people's property with your power?”

But silence fell between us.

He stared at me for a long time before he sighed and picked up his cell phone. “I have a lot to take care of. But if you need my attention, then you're going to bribe me with a blowjob first.”

“What?”

“If you want me to answer those questions, why not get on your knees and be done in a few minutes? I promise to tell you everything in detail in exchange for that,” he added, yet his gaze was glued to his cell phone.

For some reason I couldn't tell, my heart raced at that moment. I tightened my fingers into my palms, struggling not to seem fluttered.

How could he say such a thing? Sucking his filthy dìck…

My cheeks were heating up, and I hated it too. My lycan was chuffing and wagging her tail in excitement.

Just minutes ago, I was so mad that I thought I would lose my sanity. And just now, my heart was fluttering at the insane comment he made.

I felt so hot and had to grab my face towel, “Turn on your AC…”

“It's on the highest!”

Highest?

Oh fuck! The room was becoming hot.

But did he really mean it?

I took a soft gulp and leaned closer to him, “Are you serious? You would tell me everything if I…”

“Everything is a contract between us. Nothing would be free.” He cut me short and dropped his cell phone. “Interested?”

My heartbeat increased. I hadn't done that before, but I also really needed to hear his side of the story first, which I guessed he wouldn't tell me so easily.

I moistened my lips, let out a heavy breath, and nodded, “But, you must stand by your word.”

He nodded, and I crouched to my knees just before him.

My palms were sweaty, but I really needed to get this done for my own good. If I want to find out everything, then I have to be submissive, right?

I watched him unbuckle his belt and loosen his trousers.

Hot saliva formed in my mouth, and I swallowed it down.

He shoved out his còck, covered in veins, and seemed to have been hardened for a long time. He stroked it twice with his palms and closed the distance between us.

In the next second, I got a mouthful of his còck and his dickcap touching the back of my throat.