Chapter 2 A Silent Drive
Vivi Brown was delighted to get Zane Nash to fuck her at last. She has been after the man for months already.
Though she dreamed of doing it with him inside one of the many bedrooms of his big, luxurious villa, his new sports car served the purpose too.
Zane Nash was an extraordinary lover. And more than well endowed in that department. The place where they fucked didn't make much difference to Vivi. What mattered was they finally did it. And everything she could get from it.
She couldn't wait for the next time to feel him inside her. Maybe even again tonight.
The actress patiently waited in the car for him to come back and sit next to her. Carefully, she combed her famous ginger wavy hair and fixed her bloody-red lipstick. Of course, she wanted to look the best she could every second of their time together.
Seeing Zane eventually enter his car after finishing with that paparazzo girl, Vivi smiled sweetly, crossing her legs deliberately slow. He hugged her waist but dropped it right after closing the car door. So she shifted in her seat, bringing her body closer to him.
Vivi considered him so hot and handsome, believing any woman would kill to be in her shoes right now. He was definitely worthy to die for, so gorgeous when it came to his looks, awful rich, and beyond influential.
"Honey," She purred, almost gluing herself to the man. They had such a splendid time. Reminding him of that fact sounded good to Vivi.
Her fingers touched his inked smooth skin, lightly tracing the snake tattoo coiling around his strong neck. The different but all dangerous-looking tattoos covered his entire torso and hands. It only made the actress find him hotter.
Zane said nothing, starting the engine.
The man was so edgy and scary, and she couldn't but like it. Everything about him aroused her.
Vivi moved away and watched him drive in silence. Seeing him finish with that paparazzo girl made her feel a little better. That stupid, ordinary-looking girl's appearance made her angry.
The possibility of all those photos coming to the light of the day didn't bother Vivi. Not as much as Zane asking that girl to pop up by his house tonight. Vivi would give anything to get that invitation from him.
The Goddess knew how much effort she put into only getting him to notice her. And unlike Vivi, that ordinary bitch had no makeup on her face at all. She wore a dull, long black skirt and plain, simple white blouse.
How did she get him to invite her over to his place? How did she manage that? In that silly granny clothes? Did Zane change his taste now? Vivi couldn't stop wondering.
Remembering the scenes of how Zane was kissing the bitch, made Vivi mad immediately. But only for a while. Vivi soon relaxed, reminding herself that he meant it only as of the girl's punishment for snooping around.
He only kissed her.
Nothing happened. Vivi comforted herself.
"Zane, would you like to go to my house tonight? We could continue where we stopped. What do you say?" Vivi popped up the questions, seductively batting her lashes at the man beside her. And then she added courageously: "Or your house maybe?"
If he asked that girl, he shouldn't turn her down either.
I am prettier than that bland girl! And better in bed for sure! Vivi thought.
"No," Zane answered coldly, not sparing a glance in her direction.
"Ooh, okay." The actress muttered quietly, and then she shut up, immediately understanding she shouldn't insist. She shouldn't risk irritating Zane. Not now after they finally became lovers. Not ever, actually.
Her professional life depended heavily on him.
Vivi knew Zane could make or break her career. She might lose that precious chance of playing a part in that big movie, The Throne.
The Throne was about to be launched by Alee Pictures, a film-making studio owned by the Nash International USA branch. And Zane Nash was the CEO of the Nash International American branch. He was young, 25 y/o, but extremely talented. He got to that top position in his early twenties, making the USA branch famous in a very, very short time.
The well-known Nash family stood firmly behind Zane, the family in control of the lifeline of the entire European market. Everyone knew who his father was.
It was the main reason why Zane Nash could become CEO that young.
But still, thanks to his skilled leadership, they developed a variety of businesses all over the States, like banks, transportation, heavy industry, real estate, and the entertainment industry, including film and television.
Vivi Brown said no word after he refused her offer, and Zane couldn't be more content. He had enough of her, not only for tonight but probably forever.
The actress already annoyed him, touching his neck and blinking her unnaturally long and thick eyelashes at him.
He couldn't wait to reach her home and drop her off.
Luckily, she didn't try speaking or touching him again since that would mean he would throw her out of his car without a second thought of where they were at the moment.
Many women flung themselves over to him, and Vivi was just one of them, easy to get and spendable. There was no thrill in that for Zane. Meaning he would usually dump women like her after that one time.
Zane's face remained unemotional during almost the whole drive. All until they practically got to New York City and his phone beeped. He grabbed it and glanced at the screen. It was a message from his secretary. He asked her to get him that additional info on Alaia Jones, the paparazzo girl.
Zane took a quick glance at the message. Vivi coughed, looking at him questionably. He didn't bother returning it, nevertheless saying something.
He only continued driving wordlessly. It was almost 2 am. Fifteen more hours, and he would see her again tonight.
Alaia Jones.
Zane absorbed the message his secretary sent him in no time –
Ten years ago, the famous Jones group suddenly and unexpectedly went into bankruptcy. The company's CEO, George Jones, Alaia Jones's father, was sentenced to thirty years in prison.
The rumors were the financial fraud he had committed cost many families' entire life savings. George Jones claimed he was innocent, never admitting his guilt.
Not even after all those years that he spent locked behind bars.
After hearing her husband's sentence, Alaia's mother jumped off the seventh floor of the building where one of their apartments was. She survived the suicide attempt, but no one would dare say she was lucky. The tragedy turned her into a vegetable.
Tim Smith, Alaia's mother's cousin, adopted Alaia right after those unfortunate events.
It seemed Alaia graduated from college just a few months ago and got a job as a paparazzo. Apparently, she was a skilled photographer. She worked for G & G magazine, a company owned by her uncle, Tim Smith.
An evil smirk grew upon Zane's lips.
Alaia Jones, he repeated silently in his mind.
The proud princess turned into a damsel in distress now.
Years ago, she didn't even spare him a glance. Zane still remembered vividly all of her resentment toward him ten years ago. All the humiliation he suffered back then from Alaia Jones. It echoed in his head each second.
But now, now was the right time to pay her back.