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His Favorite Sin

"Hey, stranger... you look dangerously tempting tonight." The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and a reckless smile curved on my lips. He leaned closer, voice deep and taunting. "Careful, Mrs. You might not survive what you're asking for." His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, pinned me in place. I knew in that instant I was standing before a predator ready to consume me whole. The way his hand brushed against my cheek sent shivers down my spine - and I hated how much I wanted more. --- Brinda thought she had finally found love, but betrayal on her wedding day shatters her fragile heart. Lost, broken, and angry at the world, she crosses paths with Jason - a notorious playboy with a dangerous charm and an offer she can't resist. Will Brinda allow her wounded heart to open again, or will Jason's dark world pull her deeper into a game of desire and deception? Step into a story of passion, betrayal, and fate - where one night changes everything.
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Chapter 9

Jason P.O.V

I stare at my reflection wondering if I should back out of this event, but I know that it is not in my place to make such a decision. This was a once-in-a-lifetime event where you meet men with standards, with a mixture of wealth and power. Men known to change destinies with just a flick of their fingers. "I can't believe that I have to carry that whore with me," I muttered, rubbing my forehead...searching for answers that didn't exist.

I stormed to her room and pounded on the door "Brinda! Open up." I knocked repeatedly.

Silence.

"Ugh! You know what? If you're not ready when it's time to leave, you're on your own, bitch!" I snapped, my voice laced with anger, with clenched fists, struggling to keep myself from exploding, but yet no answer.

I returned to my room, pacing like lion in a cage. What gave her such guts to ignore me? I was Jason Adams. No one ignored me. "I can't believe the mess I got myself into, and I can't wait to get rid of her once she delivers."

The time struck 9:30 pm, and I knew it was time to put up a fake performance for the crowd at the event.

I stood in front of the mirror, knotted my blue bow tie while adjusting my black jacket with my other hand adjusting my black leather belt.

"I hope this girl is ready because if she isn't, she'll see another side of me, I swear," I muttered, storming toward her room.

As I neared her door again, the sound of music slipped through. And her voice - soft, almost haunting - stopped me cold.

I peeked in.

She stood there, brushing her hair back, in a long black maxi gown. A goddess. Dangerous.

My heart skipped. What the hell was that?

"Gosh, Brinda is beautiful, no doubt - but I won't let myself fall for this illusion." As I made my way downstairs for dinner.

"Good evening, Mr. Jason I prepared your favorite meal, chicken sauce with a side of rice and beef salad to complement the meal," Mrs Agatha said calmly.

"Thank you, Agatha. I sincerely appreciate all you do," I said, taking a spoonful. Today was perfect for a meal like this - it brightened my mood."

"Agatha, call Miss Brinda down this instant. Tell her she has ten seconds - if not, she'll regret it!" I snapped as she dismissed herself.

It didn't take long, and I saw Brinda entering the kitchen wearing a black maxi gown with light makeup and her hair rolled in bun, which was stunning.

Every step she took into the kitchen amazed my eyes, which urged me to compliment her, but I held it within.

"Why the hell do I care how she looks? She's a problem, not a prize. Still... damn."

"Finally. This is Mrs. Agatha, the housekeeper. If I'm not around, dump your issues on her." I said sarcastically.

"Mrs. Agatha, meet Brinda - our special guest," I said, raising the cup of tea in my right hand.

The look she gave me instantly after calling her special was marvelous, but yet I don't know why a part of me still felt it was wrong.

I saw her exchanging pleasantries with Mrs Agatha, who was so homely and unlike the girl I was expecting, but I remained silent.

"Sir, the driver is here," Mrs Agatha said calmly, and I knew that was my cue to act my part.

- - - - -

Welcome to LA VA business convention, where every prestigious family graces to show off their wealth and attract more wealth.

This was a yearly function, and I knew all eyes would be on me once the lay eyes on her, which I have to caution her before entering the main hall.

"Brinda, just smile and act like we're madly in love. Let me do all the talking - got it?" with a quick tone, but all I got back was a displeased look.

She looked like sin dressed in silk, and that alone could undo me. But I pushed the thought away, focusing on the guests.

As I immediately saw Mr Felix and his colleagues, I knew that it was my cue to make a good impression "Don't leave this spot. I'll come get you." My tone was sharp, not up for debate.

She acted indifferent, but I told myself it wasn't my problem.

"Hey!!! Mr Felix, you look so good, and trust me, you always look younger every day," I said in a respectful manner, and Mr. Felix burst into a hearty laugh.

We all engaged in conversations with some colleagues when I noticed a disturbing stare glaring at me from a corner, which got me feeling uncomfortable when I noticed it was Mrs Cash.

"What the hell is this witch doing at this event, which I know it could only be trouble," My hands kept figeting.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Felix, but I have to excuse myself but would be back soon," which he gave me a worried look, but I smiled to assure him that everything is under control.

I immediately walked to Brinda to get some answers, only to be nowhere close to the spot I instructed her to stay. "This girl is really getting on my nerves, "Argh," I muttered, still holding myself together.

I was about to take a step, roaming through the hall for Brinda, when Mr Felix called me to the stage to make a speech.

My hands trembled - something felt off. Still, I forced a smile.

"Good evening everyone, and welcome to the annual LA VA business convention. My name is Jason Adams, and I'm so pleased to see you all gracing this wonderful event hosted by our very own Mr Felix the owner of the Flip oil and gas," and the crowd erupted into applause at the mention of Mr. Felix.

Before I could continue, the speaker screeched with feedback - then came moans. Loud. Filthy. Raw. My voice, hers- on repeat.

Gasps. Murmurs. Laughter.

I stood frozen.

"Turn it off! Shut it down now!" I barked, but the damage was done.

Everyone looked at me with so much disgust when the audio got louder of me having sex with a woman with different angles of moaning pouring out.

People began murmuring to each other about how I was such a big disgrace, while others used their phones to record the horrific night that shattered me.

The media personals couldn't disconnect it, which made me dash out of the stage, running through the hall like a defeated man.

"How dare she do this to me, especially at an event like this ran a hand through my hair in frustration?

"How would I explain to Mr Felix about this disgraceful act, and I have toiled day and night waiting for this moment now ruined?"

I reached into my pocket for my phone, scrolling through, hoping to end this once and for all.

I never meant for it to reach this stage, but she has left me no choice my mind kept venting when the caller picked the call.

"She humiliated me. She tore my reputation apart. I built my empire brick by brick - so yes, end her. No traces." Which I cut the line immediately to avoid suspicious eyes.

You played dirty.

Now I'll play darker.

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