Chapter 2 - Finding Instant Wife

In Capital Z, only the most elite could afford membership in the 'Luxury Bar.' It is the same size as a Five-Star hotel with complete high-end bar amenities and the most expensive, well-known liquors. They say every member here has their exclusive room and personal butlers. Its security is undeniably very tight. That's why this is the favorite stomping ground of most VIPs. That included Bill Sky. His cousin, Gab Kenley, owns this bar. He's one year younger than Bill and very good-looking. He's the type of playful boy next door. Marcus Savor is his second cousin. He's 3 years older than Bill. He also has good genes, but Marcus tied the knot last year at his parents' demand. Savor Group is the leading hotelier in Capital Z. The three cousins often meet here for a drink and share personal and business insights. "What's up, man?" Gab cheerfully greeted Bill when they entered their VIP room. Bill almost finished one bottle of whiskey when his two cousins arrived. "I'm all ears, man, let's talk!" Marcus added, trying to guess what Bill would lay on the table. Both of them sat beside Bill, and the latter started to share his parents' demands with them. "Woah! Then maybe it's time for you to get a wife." Gab let out a big smile at Bill. Bill sneered at him as a warning for him to stop joking around. "Okay then, how about considering the promiscuous Trishia Meyer? You know, man, how much she tried hard to get your attention at last night's banquet." Marcus suggested with a bright hint in his eyes, expecting to hear approval from Bill. Trishia Meyer is the daughter of Senator Gregory Meyer, who is expected to run for the next presidency in Capital Z. She's wonderful and hot. She's the perfect definition of 'Barbie' with 100% aggressiveness. Trishia used her money lavishly to track down Bill's schedule daily, so she suddenly appeared wherever Bill was. She is viciously obsessed with him. "She's not bad! Uncle Ed and Aunt Kelly will surely love her. She came from a political dynasty family. She has a strong political backup. It's going to be a win-win, man!" Gab added while sipping whiskey from his glass. Bill was stuck in deep thinking, kept on drinking from his glass, and said, "Hell, no way! As clever as Trishia Meyer, I cannot give her the advantage of tying me up in front of my parents. I cannot give her the satisfaction." He sees what's coming with him presenting Trishia Meyer to his parents. That's a checkmate. He cannot let that happen. "Oh! So, who's going to be?" Gab was slightly surprised by his answer while pouring more whiskey into Bill's glass. "Well, consider Jane Foster then, if your parents like her, give it to them." Marcus cut Gab and tapped Bill's shoulder. Of all people, he knew that his two cousins would end up the same as him regarding their marriage; it is always like a business partnership. Upon hearing the name 'Jane Foster,' Bill's mood changed. He was exceedingly irritated, and his grip on his glass hardened. 'This woman's name is a curse.' He thought while drinking his whisky, bottoms up. After two bottles of whiskey, they've decided to go home separately. Bill got up first and exited from their VIP room. Outside, he is already accompanied by his bodyguard. He called his secretary to make arrangements while heading to the basement parking, where his driver was waiting. He will let his secretary worry about it. It's already 2 a.m., three rings, but no answer from the other side. He is now a little agitated. He is Bill Sky, 1st ring should be answered, that is his mortal rule. As his secretary, you should be willing to give all yourself to serve him 24/7, or you will be punished, but of course, it comes with excellent and reasonable compensation. No one dares to make him wait. He continued walking in the hallway while holding his phone to his ear, when suddenly his lips were invaded by a fascinatingly sweet, mixed with alcohol taste. 'Shit! Who is this crazy woman?' He angrily thought while putting his phone back in his pocket. 'But wait, this kiss is so fucking addictive. These fucking lips are so smooth! I want more!' There is no way he will let her go just like this. No one can kiss him wherever and whenever they want. He cannot help but feel the urge to take her down straight away, right there, right that very moment. In the blink of an eye, George, the bodyguard, was dumbfounded. 'Who's this crazy woman? Where did she come from? She's so fucking dead! I am so fucking dead!' He couldn't believe that this happened instantly while carefully tailing his Boss. When George was about to grab the girl fast, he stopped. His Boss seemed to enjoy the situation. George had never seen his Boss like this before. There were so many times the girls tried flirting with him on some high-end occasions, but he dragged them out by his boss's order. Remembering this, George was again dumbfounded as he couldn't help but watch his boss's every action. Noticing his Boss's intimacy, he paved his way to the corner and waited for them to wrap up. Bill suddenly grabbed her waist and closed the gap between their bodies. He held her tight and pressed her body against the wall. With his body, cornering her, he crushed her lips, and the kiss became torrid until the other party stopped cooperating. "Oopsie. My Bad!" She smiled seductively at him. In an inch, she stared at the man she had kissed passionately but couldn't see him. It's completely blurred. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyeglasses seemed full of mist. She was completely drunk, and she was controlled by alcohol. In her drunken state, she had to admit that this man was undeniably a good kisser. Holding his two shoulders, she tried pushing him to free herself from his tight embrace. Using all the strength left, she forced herself to squeeze out of him, but it was useless. Now she panicked like crazy. Back to her senses, her smile diminished all of a sudden. 'Who is this jerk? What the hell is he doing to me?' Her thoughts are like thunder rumbling loudly in her head. "Please let me go!" She asked him with begging eyes. Yes! She got it. She cannot solve this by force; she might as well play like an obedient and adorable puppy to her master. "Not a chance, my Dear! "His voice is very playful yet firm and full of masculinity, bearing a big wave of authority. He tightened his grip on her waist, sending shivers and pleasure through her entire body. Plus, his scent was very compelling to her nose. Without seeing the man's face, she already knew that he was a man of elegance and power. She was delighted with his every touch, and her body honestly wanted him for more, but she couldn't let this man do whatever he wanted to her. She doesn't know him. 'He is a total stranger and a freak!' she thought. "Plakk!" A blaring sound came out of her hand in an instant. She slapped him. She slapped the man who had just called her 'My Dear'. She slapped the man, whose strength was so much stronger than hers. She struggled wildly, trying hard to free himself from this hot, rock-like chest. 'Damn this man!' "Damn this girl!" Bill snapped out of his intimate pursuit. He suddenly grabbed her two arms and pinned her against the wall using his full strength, as if on the brink of breaking her body. Upon hearing the loud sound of a slap, George immediately sneaked out from the corner and found out that a girl was beating his Boss. 'You are dead, girl!'. "Do you know me? How dare you put a hand on me? You want to die?" Bill, with arrogance, asked the girl who had just slapped her angrily. He is so furious that he could kill. He grasped her neck with one hand. He had never been slapped in this lifetime. He is Bill Sky; no one dared to hurt him. He is the leader of the 'Ruthless King' company. There is no way he will be slapped just like that. "Let go of me, you Freak! I don't need to know you. I don't care who you are!" She cried out loud while finding her breath. She will never let this freak win. She should be fast. This man is crazy. She will not allow him to kill her. In a wink, she abruptly pounced on his balls with all her strength left. "Shit! You Bitch!" The man crouched down quickly with an unbearable ache inside his body. She used this freedom to run away swiftly like lightning bolts. She disappeared in a split second. George rushed back to his Boss and helped him stand. With what happened, he saw his Boss bearing the pain with a devilishly angry face, but what he was scared of was his thoughts of the girl. 'Poor girl! Your life is finished!' George knew his Boss very well. He will not let her run away from him just like that. She can never hide away from him. 'Even a needle that fell into the ocean, he can find it, what more for this poor girl?' George's train of thought ran wild while assisting his Boss walking towards his car. Bill waved his hand and stopped him. He stood firmly and faced him with a commanding voice, "Get her! Find her! Bring her to me right away!" With a look that could kill, George got the message speedily. With a nod, "Got it. Mr. Sky," George respectfully responded. Feeling satisfied with his bodyguard's confirmation, he settled inside his car, and the driver drove smoothly. In the backseat, Bill closed his eyes while crossing his long legs and leaned his head on the headrest. What happened just a while ago occupied his mind. 'That bitch!' This girl had the nerve to hit him. This angered him to hell. He could feel his blood wildly boiling all over his body. He must find this girl and teach him a good lesson that she will never forget. He was thinking deeply again when the kiss they shared popped up. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip. It seemed like he was trying to regain the taste of her lips that stuck to his. 'Damn that woman!' he cursed. With a devilish smirk, 'I'll see you again soon!' At 10 a.m., Inside Bill's office, George and his secretary laid a file on his table. "Sir, as you ordered. I found this information from a reliable source." George started reporting to his Boss. Satisfied with his bodyguard's prompt investigation, Bill carefully read her information. Name: Arabella Jones. Age: 25 Residence: Block 45. West Gate Homes. Occupation: Professional Make-Up Artist Status: Single. At this moment, he was scrutinizing her photos. She wore baggy clothes, matching big-rimmed eyeglasses, and short, dry hair. There's no elegance in her. She looked shabby. 'This woman is not my type at all.' He firmly concluded. Thinking of her kiss. 'Why is her fucking kiss so good?' Bill exclaimed while closing his thoughts. "Bring her to me right away!" He suddenly walked towards the 360-degree glass wall overlooking the city. With his two hands inside his pocket, he thought, 'Arabella Jones, too late to escape from me!' With a smirk, he continued with his gaze outside.