Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 1 First Night

Sofia POV

The night came quickly. I was sitting in my school uniform on a big bed in a luxury hotel room, my eyes

already red and puffy from crying.

What was I going to do? The time was almost up.

The next moment, the door to the room was opened and a man in a suit walked in with the heavy smell

of alcohol. He looked at me with bewildered eyes and a sarcastic smile on his face. "Wow, I cant

believe how young they gave me the woman. Hey doll, Im guessing youre still in ...... twelfth grade?

Selling your body for money at that age, are you that vain?"

He tugged impatiently at his tie.

I shrank back and looked at the handsome man in front of me with fearful eyes.

Was it him? The man I was to serve tonight, Damon Rubinstein?

"Are you going to pretend to be innocent when youre already sitting on my bed? Did you not volunteer?

Five million dollars a night, isnt that what you need?" He leaned over.

"I beg you, no ......" I shook my head in fear. The hormonal scent that belonged to a man was getting

closer to me. My hands clutched the hem of my skirt, and I couldnt restrain the tears from falling.

Mr. Parsons had told me that if I wanted five million, the quickest way to get it was to sell my hymen.

"No? You dont want $5 million anymore? I dont like to sleep with someone who is forced. Now, Im

giving you a chance. Choose to leave or just show me your slutty side." The man sat down leisurely, his

aura powerful and charismatic.

I didnt dare move until I saw his expression begin to grow impatient seemingly wanting to leave, then I

reluctantly moved a step forward and wrapped my arms around his waist.

Five million dollars a night, my sacrifice was worth it.

Five million dollars to keep Dad alive, Sofia Rittel. you have no other choice. If the people in this world

who care about you all die because of your cowardice, then youll be a joke!

I kept reassuring myself in my mind.

Mockery appeared in Damons eyes, "Tell me, do all women throw everything away for money? Just

now you were a little virgin pretending to be pathetic. Now you are actively holding my waist for money

and accepting me to fuck you."

I couldnt refute his words.

Making five million dollars in a short time was too much for me, and if my resistance caused this man to

leave the room, I wouldnt get a penny.

Damon Rubinstein was a very famous billionaire, his news was in the headlines of the newspapers

almost every week, and he had more power than I could ever imagine. If I pissed him off, my peaceful

life could turn into a horrible hell.

"What are you doing? Arent you trying to please me? Why havent you moved?" The mans voice came

out of nowhere, piercing the silence, "Dont you know how to kiss a man?"

He mocked me with a casual tone, leaning back on the bed and looking down at me.

My eyelashes might as well have been lined with crystalline teardrops. I wipe the tears from my eyes,

take a deep breath, and close my eyes to press my lips to his.

Damon POV

After about ten seconds, our mouths still remained pressed together.

Damn, does she think this is kissing? Does she not even know how to kiss?

I looked at the girl in front of me up close. She still had a little baby fat on her cheeks, her big eyes

were slightly red from crying, and the student uniform she was wearing was ironic for what she was

about to do next.

I took advantage of the fact that this girl was gasping for air and suddenly pried her teeth open to push

my tongue into her mouth. My actions made this pretty girls eyes widen like a frightened rabbit.

The look on her face aroused my interest.

She was supposed to be a virgin with no sexual experience, yet she aroused my desire for sex so

easily!

We exchanged saliva in this kiss. I felt like I was starting to get out of control. Shit! I was just trying to

punish this vain girl, but she made me remember her kiss and made me become horny.

Sofia POV

After the kiss was over, I kept panting with my hands propped up on the bed. However, before I could

really relax, Damon Rubinstein, with his lust-filled eyes, made my heart pound nervously.

I bit my lower lip in shame as I slowly removed my dress ......

"Youre taking too slow to undress, are you going to delay me from fucking you tonight?" Damons

taunting tone was like the whisper of a demon from hell.

I had to undress more quickly until I was a white lamb. He got up and yanked me under him, then

pressed his chest against my breasts, his fiery kisses falling intensely on my neck and chest ......

Just when I thought that was all there was to it, he impaled him into me and a tearing pain made me

cringe in pain as tears slid down my cheeks.

All night long he kept entering me, gasping at my chest, making me moan loudly with his movements.

This man is so hateful!

This night was so long ......

The early morning sun shone through the window into this room once again. I opened my eyes and

struggled to get up, but I could not exert my arms, and the weakness of my body made me frown. I

looked over at Damon Rubinstein, who was lying next to me, topless, and the feeling of shame

enveloped me.

Because of the movement I made, he woke up as well.

Upon awakening, he gazed at me with his hawk-like eyes dead on. After perhaps a few seconds,

perhaps a minute, he seemed to remember what had happened to us last night and without saying a

word began to put on his clothes.

Damon POV

If it wasnt for the fact that my girlfriend Tiffany went to Europe to study fashion design and that I was

drunk last night, I would never fuck a woman like that! Jesus! She looks like a pre-teen!

I pulled a check out of my pocket and quickly wrote a number on it with a black pen, "Heres the $5

million you asked for, and we wont see each other again!"

She looked at me and slowly reached out her hand to take the check.

"Thanks."

God, she was obviously a whore who was actively looking for men to fuck her for money, and she still

had such a pretend pathetic look in front of me.

I felt disgusted by her expression. What I hate most is this kind of lowly woman without self-respect, so

I did not hesitate at all to turn away.

Compared to the elegant Tiffany, she is just a worthless commodity.

Sofia POV

With this $5 million I can pay off the loan sharks for my dad!

I got dressed and went to the basement of a factory, then handed this check to a man, "Now will you

release my dad?"

"Wow! I didnt think you could get $5 million so easily. Your damn father isnt as good at making money

as you are!" He grinned hideously and said to the men behind him, "Let Chevy Rittel go! Weve got our

money! Get back!"

Then I saw Chevy come out, tied up, and he laughed out loud at the sight of me, "Sofia, I knew youd

help your father! How is that youngest president of the Orion Group treating you?"

I felt so sad that I actually had such a father.

Not only did he not make money, but he ran out and gambled when the family was in a tough financial

situation. He was eventually kidnapped because he owed money to loan sharks. The kidnappers

threatened to kill him if I didnt give him $5 million.

"Dad, Im okay. You should go back and rest now, I have classes tomorrow." I said to him tiredly.

Ill pretend that what happened last night never happened. I hope that the president of Orion Group and

I, a student about to enter college, will never cross paths again.

When I got home, I rushed straight into the bathroom. I turned on the bathroom shower and washed my

body hard.

I felt so dirty.

I didnt want to continue to care about Chevy, but the blood ties that existed between us prevented me

from doing so. I looked at the dense hickeys on my body, which reminded me of the man I had made

love to, Damon Rubinstein.

He had a handsome face, but his personality terrified me. And he treated me with such disdain when

he came to his senses that I could tell he was disgusted with women like me.

I washed my body many times before I stepped out of the shower.

When I stepped out of the shower, I saw my father, Chevy Rittel, who was watching a TV show as if

nothing had happened, pointing at the screen and smiling happily.

I turned around and walked back to my room and collapsed on my bed.

I felt like I had nothing ......

The next day after school Chevy actually came to pick me up.

I was surprised to be picked up by my father for the first time.

Chevy stood in front of me and rubbed his hands together, his wrinkled cheap jacket looking a little

shabby. He squeezed a smile out of me, "Sofia, I want to introduce someone to you today."

I smiled and asked him, "Who is it that you need to introduce to me so grandly?"

"Youll know when you meet her."

We went to a fancy restaurant downtown and Chevy showed me to a seat. I saw that there was already

a middle-aged woman wearing black cut-out stockings and a black coat, and next to her was a little boy

eating ice cream. The little boy was very cute.

Chevy took me to the woman and said, "Natasha, this is my daughter, Sofia," and he gently tugged on

my sleeve, "This is Natasha Tinsley, you can call her Natasha now. "

I called out politely, "Hello, Natasha."

She stood up, not smiling, her heavily made-up face expressionless, "Chevy, did you make things clear

to her this time?"

Chevy nodded, "Of course, Natasha. i promised i wouldnt let you and Tom stay out there hiding in the

shadows like rats."

What did he mean by that? Could this woman be my stepmother? Although I knew my father needed a

woman by his side to take care of him, this woman in front of me didnt look kind at all. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Sofia. I dont want my children to be treated unfairly, so I want to tell you straight ......" Natasha said,

looking at me squarely, "Im your fathers girlfriend. Were about to get married, and this is Tom, your

blood brother."

My eyes widened as I looked at my dad and then at the cute boy and realized that they did look very

similar.

But Dad had never told me he had another kid on the outside!

"I ......" I didnt know what to say.

"I dont really have to tell you these things. But well be living together, so I think its better not to give you

the wrong idea." Natasha said.

She was just talking about her, not leaving me a little room to discuss or think.