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"Will you marry me?" he said all of a sudden. We are in the penthouse of the Camwell Hotel, having dinner. Is this a business proposal? It definitely looks like it. It really surprised me. I don't expect anything from this relationship. I don't want to call it a relationship or even something closer to it; a set-up is more appropriate. We traveled together; we stayed in Thailand for three weeks, then left for Japan, South Korea, and France, and after six months, we stayed there in Las Vegas. The setup works to my advantage.

"You don't know me at all," I replied, wide-eyed. "We are very compatible, and you are ideal wife material to me, and I need a wife for my stability." I smiled. It is definitely a business proposal, but I want to be sure. "May I ask something?" I said, and he nodded. "Do you feel something for me?" He looked at me and said firmly, "I feel the spark of lust whenever I'm with you, nothing else, and I'm sure you feel the same."

I suddenly uttered the medical term of my rare medical condition. I want to discourage him in my own drastic way. He stared at me intently, frowning. "My body produces abnormally high levels of insulin, and I have had many episodes of low sugar levels; that is why I constantly eat sweets, especially after physical routines," I explained.

"We can handle it, don't worry, and he kisses me briefly on the lips; anything else?" I hesitantly said nothing; I too needed stability. His marriage-for-business proposal is tempting. I don't want to tangle myself in drama and emotions.

"I have one rule if you want me to agree to this proposal of yours." Now I sound like a business person. "You proposed to me without knowing me at all; let's keep it that way; don't ask about my past; in return, I will be a good wife to you," I said in a serious tone.

My attraction to this man is intensely growing; sex is the icing on the cake. I don't want him to know about my past, my connections, or my real job. He was checking on me. Anyone with wealth like me would do some background check on the woman they would marry. I doubt if he finds something about me. I covered my tracks very well. That was my job and I was excellent at that part.

He looked at me intently. "Now you're talking like a cold-hearted business person," he said with amusement. I am worse than that. "Cold-blooded killer" is the right term. I leered at him, thinking about my profession, but kept it to myself.

We signed our marriage contract in the penthouse of his hotel, where we are staying, with Jim and John as our witnesses. I chose to do things squarely, so a wedding ceremony is not an option for me. Though Zach asked me if I wanted a big wedding, I shrugged it off. I hate superficial ceremonies, as if we love each other deeply. We don't. I agree with this because it's convenient for me and to piss Lawrence off.

"Where is the prenup?" I said, raising my brow while sipping the wine. Zach raised his brow and asked me instead, "Do you have assets and wealth to protect, princess?" I laughed and said, "It's the other way around; it's natural to protect yours; you don't know me at all." I said it teasingly, but I was serious; he knew it.

I do have assets too, baby, but the hell do I care, I said to myself.

"Don't worry, princess.I did some research." He smirks.

"What did you find? I asked him, but I was a little anxious.

Is he good at snooping? I am good at keeping my track clean and imperceptible.

"You have a master's degree in physics from Stanford, he said.

I laughed loudly; he got me worried there. "You are still a mystery to me, a puzzle I want to solve, princess," he said.

"I got my Ph.D. at Harvard too," I added smugly. He chuckled and kissed me.

"How about we start our honeymoon as well?" he whispered while kissing my neck, his hands on my breasts. He caresses my breasts inside my overlapping layers in front that create a seductive slit, perfectly complemented by a wide, flattering v-neckline.

"I wanted to take you the moment I saw you in this dress, princess," he said in a raspy voice. I smiled seductively. I chose this premium silk dress as it gently skims my silhouette and emphasizes my waist; the sleeves are held together with a knot and a bow, beautifully emphasizing the low-cut back. I kissed him back, and I plan to have a very pleasurable honeymoon after all.

A call interrupts our sweet moments. He kissed my temple and said, "I'll be back after an hour, baby; I need to meet someone at the restaurant; do you want to come?" I declined, as I planned to prepare myself for my honeymoon. I winked at him. "I'll wait for you, husband," I said seductively. He stared at me, slack-jawed. He was stunned by the way I called him. He might like to call him "husband," as he grinned at me.

After a 30-minute bubble bath, I changed into a candy-pink chemise halter negligee with baby doll straps. I never wear any of my lingerie, but I now realize how much I value having my own fashion house. The silky fabric of the negligee, which is overly filmy, draws attention to my large breasts. The same is true of the lace G-strings, which leave no room for interpretation.

For atmosphere, I lit several fragrant candles. I assumed a seductive pose because I knew Zach would make every effort to find me within an hour. The door is opened, and he calls out, "Princess, are you there?"

He looks at me with bulging eyes, a drooping lower jaw, and eyes that resemble those of a ravenous animal.

I gave him a seductive smile and said, "Welcome back, husband." I spread my legs wide and massaged the exposed breasts and inner thighs that protruded from the thin underwear. As he approaches me, I get out of bed. He sucked my breasts hard, kissed my neck hard, and murmured in a harsh voice, "You smell so good, baby! I think I am going crazy now." I sighed subtly. He shoves me onto the bed, stretches out my thigh, and cups my sex through my lace G-string.

He unbuttoned his pants, grasped his shaft in one hand, and slammed his member on me hard. "You are a wet and warm wife, always ready for me." I believe I see stars!

"You are so fucking great, baby," he pumps rapidly while kneading my breasts with both hands like a stirring wheel. I keep my thighs open wide for him; he takes me in with his clothes on; the sight is stimulating. We both cried as we reached our shattering orgasm.

He undressed, I sat on the bed, forced him to lie down, and then I climbed on top of him. I still don't have a G-string on my negligee. I was utterly enamored with him. I impaled him, crammed him inside of me, and then I turned. As I move my cunt over his rigid shaft, I observe his face. Our bed creaks; our breath becomes short as he drives himself deeper and faster.

"Holy shit, I'm coming! " His face is between my tits, delicately stroking them. I arched my back when he sucked it hard, pounding me madly.

I screamed: If the room wasn't soundproof when we both arrived, our voices might be heard outside.

Gladness is prevalent in my life with Zach. He is attentive, thoughtful, and caring. I never appreciated life before; I was too focused on my goal. Simple gestures are just instincts programmed to achieve my goals. In short, manipulation of feelings and weaknesses is a reflex to survive.

Doubt is still there; I checked him as I still believe in the "agree and examine" philosophy. He is a genius freak when it comes to business and strategies, and he is a manipulator too. He has German blood in him, which explains the Sorbian he speaks from East Germany.

We moved to Los Angeles after three weeks in Las Vegas. Zach owns a modern residence set in the hills: two floors with two garages, ten rooms, a library, a spa, a gaming room, an indoor pool, and an outdoor pool. Surprisingly, Zach has collections of superbikes, including a Ducati K 1200S, BMW, and Kawasaki Ninja. I might try them someday.

He introduced me to the household staff, all of whom are in their fifties: Martha, our cook; her husband Jack; our gardener. I greeted them kindly. To my delight, the house has a green roof. I will visit it soon.

This is a huge decision, and I feel like a fool rushing in. I started to live a normal life, far from the life I lived before. But my enemies were still lurking outside waiting for the right moment to attack.