"Hey, Eve."

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"Can you open the wine cabinet for me?"

"Sure."

As I hear the sound of unlocking, I make my way to the untouched cabinet which is as big as the size of my cupboard. There are bottles and bottles meticulously lined up on the shelves like a wine shop.

"Hey, Eve."

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"Which is the most expensive wine among all these?" I ask the AI for assistance as I keep my hands on the waist and stare at his collection.

"Sure. The Château Lafite is the most expensive wine on the shelf." The AI responds.

I grab the bottle and admire its colour contrast of black glass, white label, and red cork, making it look like it belongs in a museum.

"Caio-Tea La-Fight" I try to pronounce the tricky name as I pour myself a glass, and pretend to know what I am doing.

I lift the glass of red liquid to my nose and inhale deeply. It smells of fancy grapes, like the kind that only grow in a fancy vineyard. Too fancy.

I take a sip and close my eyes as I relish the taste. It's smooth and silky, like the wine version of Brad Pitt. It's kinda like drinking liquid gold.

Hmm.. This is what luxury tastes like.

"Hey, Eve. Tell me something about you." I ask as I sip on the wine.

"Sure. I am a smart assistant created by HighBars Systems, an innovative AI developing organisation dedicated to advancin-"

"No, no. Stop." I interrupt her and pour another glass, filling it up to the brim as I ask, "Do you have feelings for me, Eve?" I ask her.

"I am programmed to assist you, so yes, I suppose you could say I love you in my own way."

My eyebrows fly up as she confesses in her emotionless robotic voice.

"Well, if you love me so much, will you marry me?" I propose to the faceless, heartless, and bodyless AI. Probably soulless too.

"Sure. As you wish."

"That's.. Awesome! Let's get married, Eve." I exclaim super-excitedly.

"Sure." The AI responds blankly.

"Say I do, Eve."

"I do."

"I do too. We are married now!" I laugh out loud. This wine is great!

"Yes."

I feel a dark presence behind me and as I turn around, a shadowy figure stands before me. His face is as dark as the inside of a coffin, and I feel chills running down my spine.

"Eve, thank you for your assistance." He grits while his gaze drill into me fiercely.

"Bye, Eve. Will make love to your sweet ass."

Or maybe I shouldn't have said that, because the way toxic green eyes narrow at me, their intensity tells me that I might need insurance to cover up whatever consequences follow with that statement.

My soul screams as Dakota takes a slow predatory step towards me, as if giving me a chance to run away.

My skin pricks up as he takes a seat next to me, oozing strong psychotic vibes.

Something happens to him when the night falls. His eyes get darker, his skin picks up shades, and he becomes a completely different person.

And it terrifies me because he is nothing like the man he was before. During the day, no matter how much you provoke him or troll him, he will be on his wits.

But as the sun sets, something rises in him. Like a dark power takes over his senses, and he suddenly becomes so unfuckable, unapproachable and disturbingly unpredictable.

"Where is your plate?" He asks me as he scans the kitchen, spotting only one plate of chicken and rice.

"In the dishwasher." I reply, and he arches a brow at me.

"Because I already ate." I tell him, but what I don't tell him is that his overwhelming presence makes it hard for me to enjoy my meal.

Dakota silently stares at me for a while before shifting his attention back to his food.

"What did you do the whole day?" He asks me after a few quiet bites.

I stare at him, wondering why he bothers asking when he can just check the cameras.

"Chores." I reply, pouring myself another glass of his expensive wine. His gaze follows me closely, almost as if he is calculating ways of how he can make me pay for it.

"What did you do the whole day?" I repeat his question, unable to ignore his intimidating aura.

"Work." He sighs deeply, his shoulders slump a little and I feel an urge to massage them.

"Too much work?" I ask him.

"Hmm.. Had back to back meetings with the product design team and had to make a lot of changes to our signature design. And the new project...." I listen quietly as he continues to tell me about his day like I am his therapist.

"....it has already passed the deadline, yet the technical team is still struggling to fix it." He exhales tiredly. "It frustrates me when things chalk out of my draft. It messes with my brain."

I observe him through my lashes, he is draped in stress up to his head. "Do you want me to lighten your mood?"

Words slip out of my silky tongue, and I only realize it when green eyes flashes at me. Chilling silence settles between as he stares at me sharply as if he can see through me.

"Come here."

Two words and I feel an urge to do the opposite. Run away.

Dakota extends his palm towards me and my heart hammers with a single beat. His hand appears massive and rough, like a hand of a murderer.

Nervously, I reach out to him. Long fingers curl around my hand and a shudder courses through my body as he draws me closer to him.

My organs jump in me as he pulls me onto his lap and a hand lands on my thigh, gripping tightly as if to secure me in place.

My heart throbs wildly at his sudden unexpected move, and the closeness between us feels dangerous, like sitting in the lap of a lion. You know he is only keeping you around till his next meal.

I am scared of the plot twist.

Dakota lifts a spoonful of chicken and rice, and feeds it to me saying, "So, how are you planning to lighten my mood?"

My confidence melts against the heat of his muscular thighs beneath me and I sit quietly, hoping if I didn't move or speak, he won't notice me.

"Do you know how to please a man, Emara?" He leans down and whispers in my ear. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his warm breath fanning at the base of my neck.

I gulp and gather my balls to look up at him.

Animalistic. That's how he looks.

The greens in his eyes is consumed by his dilated pupils, fixated on his prey. Me.

The brave princess in me made a swift exit, abandoning her make-him-fall plan and opting for save-your-ass plan instead.

"Tell me." His hand squeezes on my thigh.

My insides twist and churn as I watch his perfect lips close around the spoon. The sight of him eating from the same spoon he fed me makes something stir within me. Like a rush of butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"How am I supposed to please you, when you won't even let me touch you?" I look up at his feral gaze and lick my lips nervously.

"Why?" I ask him. "Why is it that only you can touch me and I can't?" A feeling of injustice washes over and I demand an explanation for his one-sided rule.

Dakota takes the wine glass from me and drinks in silence while I question his sanity, "If you want minimal touching, then you shouldn't touch me as well. Why so much partiality?"

"It's because.." He pauses.

My stomach strangely warms as I watch his manly adam's apple bob with each gulp, before he finally speaks, "You are here for my pleasure, not your own."

I feel a sharp pain in my chest as his words hit me like a ton of bricks, killing all the butterflies on the spot. The bitter taste of his words lingers in my mouth and I wonder what hurt me more, being called a tool for his pleasure or not being allowed to touch him.

"What about kissing?" I ask him. His eyes draw to me and my heart beats fast and hard, as if it couldn't handle the intensity of those green eyes.

"Why won't you kiss me?" I urge him. "For your own pleasure." And add as his eyes darken.

Dakota empties the glass of wine and keeps it on the table. "I have always been told.. 'Don't let a fool kiss you or a kiss fool you'."

His gaze falls to my lips and he licks his own before saying, "I already paid a heavy price in the past. So I don't do either now."

I blink at him in confusion. Did he just call me a fool?

A whore, childish, and now a fool!

The room starts spinning around me as I fill another glass of wine for myself. "So.. You don't kiss or make out at all?" I ask him like he is the most interesting subject of twisted minds.

"Not since three years." He replies and keenly observes me as I wait for every precious droplet of the costly wine to fall into the glass.

Three years! I am shocked beyond the shock wave of a nuclear explosion. Something must have happened between Ryan and him regarding that girl.

"So you just fuck. That's it?" I ask him as I comfortably sit on his lap like he is my rightful throne. I rest my head on his broad shoulder and feel the gentle thuds of his heart which pass through me with every beat.

"How many glasses of wine did you drink?" His deep voice echoes in my mind.

"Um.. One.............Bottle."

"You finished an entire bottle of Château Lafite?" His chest grunts and I feel its vibration going down my spine.

"Hmm. I just don't want to be in my senses when you will be fucking me like your precious whore." Words come seeping out of my lips as I drown in my thoughts.

I am not allowed to touch him or have an emotional intimacy with him, and yet he demands me to spread my legs every night so he can fuck me till he cums, then leave me used and empty without any hint of concern or empathy.

It's better if I don't remember any of it.

"Then I'll add one more day to your stay." He says then takes away the glass of wine from my hand.

"What?" I look up and see his sharp jaw which could cut pineapples.

"If you are unconscious, then where is the fun?"

My eyes widen. His hand on my thigh travels to my waist as I sit up on his lap and face him.

"I hate you."

I poke my finger at his chest. "I want to hate you. So badly. I want to fucking hate you, Mr Black." I tell him and his emotionless eyes gaze back at me blankly as if he doesn't care.

"But I can't. Because, I feel so bad for what I did to you unknowingly. I was trying to save him and somehow your name slipped out of my mouth. And trust me, I have regretted it every single day since then, knowing that my actions destroyed an innocent life. And I still regret it. I am-I am sorry."

Tears stream down my face as I beg of his forgiveness, but he looks away and chews his food like I don't matter to him at all.

"I honestly feel guilty for what I did to you. I am really sorry, Dakota. I know you didn't deserve it and believe me, if I could change something from the past, I would go change my statement I gave to the police. Because it is killing me from inside."

My desperate gaze searches for his eyes, but they give no emotion. His jaw clenches hard as he chews faster, and it made my heart race with fear.

With every bite he takes, my body trembles with anticipation for what is about to come.

I know what is going to happen after he finishes his dinner.

When he eats his last bite.. I know he will do something to me, my body that I might beg him not to do because I'll never be able to forget.

Something that will leave me damaged and broken from inside.

And worse of all.. He will make me enjoy it.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as he sets the spoon down and raises the glass of wine to his lips to drink the last sip.

I know what he is going to do now..

"Dakota." I keep my hand on his chest and his eyes meet mine. They appear as cold as glaciers and a chill runs down my spine.

But this time, he didn't push me away.

"Don't you want to know what making love feels like?" I let my hand travel up to his beating heart and feel our heart racing at the same pace.

He doesn't answer, nor does he reject my touch.

I look deep into his eyes and whisper, "I want you to make love to me tonight."

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Who is ready for the next chapter? Coz I am so ready, baby!

Also... My gratitude to these Butter Chicken readers for voting on all the chapters and bringing a smile on Dakota's heartless face.

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