Chapter 30: CHAPTER THIRTY: A STEP TO VICTORY

\-BELLA-

I watched Artemis leave Jamie's car, his hand clutched as he stared at her backside, filled with despair. He couldn't speak, nor was there any reason for him to. 

She had shut him down. Exactly what I wanted. 

He drove off, and I followed, hoping I could maybe get an audience from him. After an hour of traveling, we finally got to his company, where he got out of the car and headed to his office. 

"This day is going pretty well." I said, parking into an empty space and heading for his office. He was about to close the door when I barged in.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I walked up to him, holding the door to prevent it from shutting. 

"And who are you?" He held up a stern face. He walked towards me, his eyes darting behind like he hoped I would walk back out. 

I couldn't believe that he would think I would be scared by his fucked-up impression. He was a wounded rabbit running into a hole to hide his injury. I was definitely the passerby who decided to adopt, of course. 

"Artemis didn't tell you about me?" I let out. 

"You're that bimbo girl who stole her boyfriend back then. Yeah, I heard loads of stuff about you." He let out a wicked smirk. "What brings you here?"

"Nothing really. Just thought you looked fucked up." I let out. 

"Fucked up?" His gaze fell as he checked out his outfit. 

Artemis really pulled a stunt on him because I didn't think he'd be there looking like a broken shelf. Maybe he really did love Artemis—I’ll have to change that.

"Have you heard about Artemis?" I walked towards him, placing my hand on his chest.

He slowly placed his hand on mine, teasing a bit before leaving my hands to fall right down. "What about Artemis?" 

"What can I say?" I found a space on his desk, making my ass comfortable as I struck a seductive pose. 

"Get to the point. I don't have all the time in the world to listen to your puzzles." He groaned, his hand bleeding from the table he had smashed before I had walked in.

"The thing is... she doesn't want you." 

His eyes dilated as he stared at me. His bruised-up knuckles getting a hold of themselves as they formed fists. 

"That's just the truth, and you're just too blind to see it." I let my gown roll up a bit, revealing my thighs. 

"Artemis is lying to herself, I can tell. She is still holding onto the past… the past I just couldn't help but become a coward and listen to every instruction he spat at me." His knuckles began to bleed more, blood dripping onto the tiles. 

"Artemis is getting engaged to Alexander, the prince of Height." I said, a smile coursing through my face. 

"What?" He let out almost immediately.

"The date's been set. It's going to be lit, the classic men from the royal family, the dancers in their beautiful costumes. You know how it goes."

"That's impossible. I was only locked up for a week.".

"A day is enough to love someone, don't you think?" Giggles erupted from within as I watched his stern face go all moody. He fell to his knees, his hands falling onto his knees.

His tight barrier had been brought to the ground with just news about Artemis and Alexander. He'd fall if he ever saw the both of them kiss.

"Why are you telling me this?" His gaze lowered to the floor. 

I found myself kneeling before him, my hands on his, as I tried to console him. He really did love Artemis for his complexity to be broken to mere bits. This was really going far better than I expected. 

"How can I make it up to her?" A tear rolled down his cheek.

"I don't think she would want you to be bothered about her. But maybe there's a way to make this all go away." I whisper into his ears, my boobs pressing onto his chest.

"What do you have in mind?" I gazed at him.

"I can make this all go away. Your pain, the lump in your throat, the ache in your heart, I can make them all disappear." I moaned in his ears, my hands caressing his chest. 

This was the seduction technique I had used on Jarvis back then. It was more effective than a love potion; only words were to be played at such instances.

"What's in it for you?" His voice grew deeper as his hands moved up my thighs.

"Nothing much really," I moaned once more in his ear. 

I could feel his endurance, the willpower to not make any advances and just stay put. The weak spots I had read about on a blog had all been intercepted, but he still didn't move, nor did he let out any words that could turn him on.

I moved up on him, seeing how weak he was after he had heard the news. He was vulnerable, the right state of mind I needed him to be in. 

"What I want from you is just a little something. A beneficial agreement between the both of us. You can do that, right?" I sat on his knees, whispering the words into his ears. 

"I hate wasting time." His hands fell off my thighs, pulling back to hold him in place.

I caressed his chest further, letting my fingers do the magic. He grunted, holding in the moans that I needed.

"I like you, and I want you." I moaned into his ears. I made a slight movement, letting myself get a glimpse of his rod.

"I can't."

"You can't what?" I asked.

"I can't be in a sexual relationship." He let out. 

"Who's talking sexual?" I burst into laughter.

"Make it clearer."

"I want you to be my boyfriend." 

He gazed at me, our eyes meeting in a synchronous harmony.

"I..." He stammered, his eyes on my boobs.

"Let it out." I let out a smile. 

"I accept." He stuttered. I grabbed the opportunity, pulling him closer for a kiss. 

The door opened up suddenly, his secretary's voice resonating in the room. "Sir Jamie, the chairman is here to see you."