Episode 9

Nicol jumped in fright, then with her trembling hand, she opens the door, and upon doing so, a chill runs through her body as she sees Scott Hamilton shirtless. She quickly turns to look at the wall, her breathing becoming rapid.

Scott shakes his head, a half-wicked smile reflecting on his perfect face. Therefore, he approaches her, and she can hear his steps. Nicol feels trapped like a rabbit, and her body starts trembling unconsciously.

Scott leans towards her ear and says,

"When did I tell you not to look?" he asks in a whisper, a delicious voice that envelopes her, and her lips remain slightly parted from the sensation in her body.

"Oh my God!" she thinks.

"Look at me," he orders and moves away from her. Nicol, very nervous, turns to look at her now husband, but it becomes so difficult that she feels her eyes dancing on their own, as if debating whether to look at her husband's perfect abdomen or his perfect face, causing her to swallow.

"You... You said you wanted to talk, so let's talk... husband," she stammers.

"Did you like it?" he asks, and the girl's face flushes.

She swallows again and doesn't know where to put her head.

"Answer," he orders, and she starts breathing rapidly.

"You... It's just that..." she pauses, and he deepens his gaze on her.

"You are the handsomest man I have ever seen," she says quickly, causing Scott to practically guess what the girl said, and he smiles perfectly melting Nicol.

Scott gets closer to Nicol, and the girl backs up, leaning her back against the door and closes her eyes. Scott can see how her chest rises and falls.

"Please, don't do anything harmful to me," she pleads, without opening her eyes.

Scott is enchanted by her, the timid and innocent attitude of the girl. He likes it because he usually spends time with women who have experienced life and are experts in the matter. But Nicol Andrade piques his curiosity.

He couldn't help it and moves closer to the girl's lips. She can feel his breath.

"Don't be afraid," he whispers on her lips, and Nicol swallows and then feels him kissing her, and she doesn't know what to do. Even Scott's breath is delightful.

He is an exceptionally clean man, using expensive perfumes, even for his mouth, always striving to be perfect.

Scott, driven by uncontrollable desire, ventures his tongue into her mouth, and she is slightly surprised but then doesn't know what to do, remaining static.

He moves away from her and turns his back, and Nicol quickly savors her lips and then admires Scott's broad back, noticing the muscles in his arms. She becomes restless, feeling the need to be touched for the first time, and she clenches her legs.

"Come and sit on the bed," he orders, still facing away. Scott looks out the window, observing the moon's radiance, and wonders if it is possible for him to be reborn, to reincarnate, or if there is a God who might listen to him and grant him continued life.

Then, he lowers his gaze, and Nicol is attentive to every movement of the man, yearning to know what he is thinking.

"One of the reasons why I chose you as my wife is because I can see how straightforward you are. I hate lies, I hate being approached for personal gain, and I hate being let down. You will not find love with me, and it's not because you are ugly, it's simply because I'm not capable of loving anyone, and I certainly don't want you to love me. You must never, ever feel love for me."

Scott turns and walks toward the large armchair, taking a seat. He stares at her intensively.

"You are no longer Nicol Andrade, only Nicol Hamilton. I wouldn't have sought a wife if I wasn't up against the wall, and the only thing I want from you is an heir."

Nicol's eyes widen.

"I need to have a child as soon as possible, which is absurd because I used to refuse the idea of being a father, but now, I am desperate to be one."

Finally, Nicol speaks.

"Can we wait a little?" she asks fearfully.

"Time is like the hourglass to me," he responds without taking his eyes off her.

"It's just that I have an inconvenience," she whispers shyly.

"What would it be?" he asks, intrigued. He thinks she might be ill and that could complicate his plan.

"It's just... the only man who has... you know, touched me. I haven't been with anyone before," she says, lowering her gaze unable to hold Scott Hamilton's gaze.

"I know, and that problem will be solved," he says, standing up, causing her to quickly raise her gaze.

"Problem?" she says, agitated.

"It will hurt, but you will still enjoy it afterwards."

"I'd rather wait, because honestly, sir... I mean, husband... I don't feel comfortable. We have barely exchanged words," she says.

"This is just casual sex, Nicol, nothing more. Waiting is just foolishness when it comes to love. Here, it's just about fucking and you giving me a child. You will have everything, and by everything, I mean I am a millionaire beyond your wildest dreams."

"I don't care about the money," she says sincerely.

"Either way, you'll be a millionaire woman, and the child you will give me will be the heir to my fortune."

"Why do you talk as if you were about to die?" Nicol worries about Scott.

Note: The original paragraph was translated from another language and had some misspellings and grammatical errors. I have corrected them in the rewriting.

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