Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Suddenly, the man's eyes, tense with desire, flickered with a hint of suspicion. He frowned at Jane, wondering if she had been handpicked to get him out of this mess. "You've never done this before?" he murmured softly.
Jane shook her head, her sobs turning into choked cries as she buried her face in his shoulder, biting down to stifle the pain.
He gentled his hold on her waist, his expression softening. He pressed a soft kiss to her tear-streaked face, his voice soothing. "Shh, it's okay. Remember, I'm your first. I'll take care of you.
One year later, in Jovinia, the dim light of the Night Charm Club's private room cast long shadows. Don, a wealthy middle-aged man, his hair thinning and his belly straining against his shirt, leaned back with an air of self-importance.
He said, "Marry me, and I'll give you a thousand bucks a month. But I'm not paying for someone who can't pull their weight. You're young—twenty-two. Plenty of time to give me an heir. If it doesn't work out the first time, we'll just keep trying. "
He paused, his gaze turning cold as he looked at Jane. "I know you've been with Colin, but I'm okay with that. As long as you're a good, obedient housewife, I won't mind your past."
Jane sat across from him, instinctively pulling back as his spittle flew with each word. She frowned, puzzled why her Lily had sent her to this club, to meet a man old enough to be her father.
She wouldn't have come if it weren't for her mother's medical bills—a weapon Lily had used to manipulate her.
"So, sweetheart," Don said, his tone suddenly stern, "got any questions about me? Or demands?"
Jane hadn't even been listening. She blinked and shook her head. "No."
Don's stern expression softened into a patronizing smile. "Figured as much. Marrying a guy like me is more than you deserve. A girl with a reputation like yours—who else would want you? Only someone like me would take you in.
"Come on, tell me. Besides Colin last year, who else have you been with? Spill it." As he spoke, Don edged closer to Jane, his movements unnervingly suggestive, while she remained preoccupied.
As Don mentioned last year, a tall, indistinct figure with vague features involuntarily surfaced in Jane's mind.
A year ago, in that apartment, she'd caught Colin and Lydia cheating. But with a raging fever, she'd stumbled into the top-floor apartment and ended up with a guy she barely remembered. The next day, she left without even recalling his face clearly.
When her family saw her coming home disheveled, the scandal erupted. Her reputation was ruined. Yet Colin had played the victim, jetting off abroad with Lydia to live it up carefree.
"Nothing to tell. Don, I'm leaving," Jane said, grabbing her bag and standing up. She was disgusted by Don's closeness.
"Hey, who said you could leave?" Don grabbed Jane from behind and forced her back onto the sofa. His breath was hot and reeking. "I paid a fortune for this whole floor. You're not going anywhere without my say-so."
"Let me go!" Jane twisted away, using her bag to shield herself. "If you don't let me go, I'm calling the police."
She'd never imagined that agreeing to a blind date with her uncle and aunt would lead to meeting a man as repulsive as Don.
"Fine, call the cops," Don sneered. "When they get here, they'll see how you're all over me. Your reputation in Jovinia is terrible—no one's gonna believe I spiked your drink."
"What did you say?" Jane's voice trembled.
Don grinned wickedly. "Heh, feeling hot? Want me to help you out?"
As Don's face blurred before her eyes, Jane felt herself burning. She realized her coffee must have been spiked.
Seeing Jane's flushed face and glazed-over eyes, Don knew the drug was taking effect. He giggled, rubbing his hands together, and moved closer to her.
Suddenly, the lights flickered and then went out completely. In the pitch black, a tall, imposing figure silently leaped in from the balcony outside the private room.
"Who are you? Who sent you—" Don's voice was cut short as the stranger swiftly knocked him out with a precise hand chop, then dragged him into the restroom.
Jane's mind was still racing, trying to make sense of what was happening, when she felt a large, cold hand clamp over her mouth. The air around him smelled of cold steel and something darker—blood. "Don't make a sound if you want to stay safe," he growled.
Jane's body tensed. The man reeked of danger, and the scent of blood was almost overpowering.
Frantic footsteps approached the door. The man's eyes narrowed, and he pulled Jane closer, pressing her against him as he moved silently to the door.
Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely think. She felt dizzy and feverish, but there was something oddly familiar about the man holding her—like a shadow from a year ago, a memory she couldn't quite place.
Jane tried to pull away, but her body was weak from the drug. Instead, she found herself pressing closer to him, seeking some kind of refuge.
"Don, are you there? What's going on inside? Did anyone suspicious come by?" a voice called from outside the door.
The man pinched her waist, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
The person outside, hearing the sound, assumed Don had succeeded.
"Damn it, he didn't come upstairs. Get more people down to search now. If he escapes tonight, we're all dead meat," someone shouted from outside.
The chaotic footsteps finally faded into the distance. Jane's tension eased. She instinctively tried to pull away from the man's embrace, but her legs gave out beneath her, and she slumped back into his arms.
"Feels... so good..." Her chin brushed against the man's broad, solid chest, and she let out a soft, instinctive murmur. The air was filled with a faint, sweet scent that was uniquely hers.
"'Is that you?'" the man, Luke Drake, bent down to steady Jane as she nearly collapsed. Her familiar scent—sweet and mysterious, with a hint of tuberose—filled his senses.
That night a year ago, as the haze of the drugs cleared, Jane had already vanished from the apartment. The drugs had scrambled his memory, and he couldn't recall her face at all. All he remembered was the faint, special scent on her, like the sweetness of tuberoses.
After a year of searching for her high and low, he had unexpectedly run into her at this club today. And now, she was burning up and acting strangely.
"What are you doing here?" He lifted her gently, his voice deep and rough with emotion.
"Me? I'm here...um... for a blind date." Jane's voice was soft and drowsy as she tilted her head to the side.
In the dim light, Luke's face seemed to blur into multiple images. She felt so hot and miserable, but his closeness felt so familiar and comforting.
The mention of a blind date made Luke's brows furrow. He had been searching for her for a year, and here she was, on a blind date.
Recalling what Don looked like, Luke narrowed his eyes coldly. He leaned down in the dark and kissed her, his voice rough. "What a coincidence. You've saved me again."
He cupped her chin, his fingers firm yet gentle. Then he kissed her, a storm of passion—fierce, unyielding, and tinged with a dangerous kind of desire.
Luke remembered that day, the day he'd promised to be there for her. But she had slipped away before the drugs faded. She'd made him break his word for the first time.
Anyway, she had saved him back then. And now, here she was again, surprising him in the most unexpected way.
There she was, nestled in his arms, her soft body instinctively pressing closer. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable. It was a sight that stirred something in Luke, something he'd never felt before.
He was known for keeping his distance, for avoiding the complications that came with getting close to anyone. But with her, everything felt different.
Jane was confused. She didn't know who Luke was or what he was talking about. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her body felt like it was on fire.
Part of her wanted to run, to escape the intensity of the moment. But another part of her wanted to stay, to lean into him, to feel his warmth just a little bit longer.
Before she could make up her mind, he bent down, lifting her effortlessly in his strong arms. The kiss deepened as he pressed her against the door, his body a solid, reassuring presence.
His fingers found her chin again, holding her gaze. His kisses were demanding, each one more intense than the last, leaving her breathless and dazed.
Jane felt her body go limp, her strength melting away. She responded instinctively, her reactions unfamiliar yet driven by a newfound desire. She surrendered to his dominant advances, feeling both vulnerable and alive.
"Please... no, we can't," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.
"We can do this. I'll take care of you, as I've promised," he murmured, his voice low and steady.
Her resistance melted under the weight of his kisses, each one more insistent than the last. When a wave of panic threatened to overwhelm her, she bit down on his shoulder, hard.
Time seemed to stand still as they remained entwined, each moment stretching into the next, like an eternity.
It was three in the morning, and finally, it was over. Jane had fallen asleep, utterly exhausted. As the last traces of the drugs left her system, she nestled in Luke's arms, her face buried against his chest.
The way she clung to him, so trusting and endearing, made Luke's eyes narrow in a satisfied, almost possessive way.
A sliver of moonlight slipped through the window, landing on Jane's face, partially hidden by her dark hair. Then Luke realized he had never really seen her face clearly before.
Gently, he lifted his hand from her waist and reached to brush the hair away from her cheek.