Belinda opened her house door and welcomed the visitor in. She was surprised when the visitor called at the depth of the night to see her. She thought the visitor was bluffing since the call felt very unlikely to happen.

"I am sorry to come in late like this." Symon said after entering the house, appearing silently desolate, "I didn't know anywhere else to go."

Concern came over Belinda, "What has happened?"

Symon's gaze involuntarily went to the lady's transparent nightdress. He dragged his gaze upon her and saw how the dress showed out her breasts, innerwear and body curves. The view immediately aroused him.

Belinda noticed this, and the concern she had for him instantaneously vanished, replaced by a hormonal rush of pleasure in her blood. Ever since her family and the Valvundra's became friends, she had been wishing for the billionaire's like and admiration. This made her fantasize how his manly scent would be, and how it would feel when he was inside her with the feel of his flesh on her. But this had never been likely to ever happen since the man was interested in another lady. A lady he loved dearly, with love that always sickened Belinda with intense jealousy.

But now...

Her heart throbbed that the fantasy she had been having might occur in the very night. The fantasy of feeling the man inside her, of feeling his warmth and his masculinity. If this happened, she would write down the night and live to celebrate it as long as she lived.

"Symon," She intentionally changed her tone, to a honeyed-eloquence, while slowly moving to the man. Her intention was to take advantage of the thoughts the man was likely to have and boost them, "What's wrong?" She got to him and put her arms around his neck.

The tone, gesture and touch further aroused Symon. His mind almost got a cognitive block, and he wondered if he could have the night with her; if she could be willing to spend it with him.

He sighed, "Katherine let me down again, even after the promise she made."

A solemn glee possessed Belinda's mind. There was nothing more she had ever wanted in her life, and it came knocking by itself at her door. She was sure her fantasy was going to happen, and she boosted the likelihood further, "I told you she does not love you." She used false eloquence, her hands still wrapped around Symon's neck, "When a woman loves, she will respond to her man's desires. She will not resist them. She will not resist the kisses and touches. If she is touched, suckled or licked, she feels it. If you touch me, I will feel it and want it more. I will want you to continue and not stop because it is only through this when a woman is taken to paradise."

She moved her head closer to his ear, "I will enjoy every second of it. I will want to know how it would feel when it is inside me. Then I will want to feel the experience if you pour it in me. I would want to feel its flow and warmness in me..." She suddenly felt the attention the night seemed to have promised. She felt the movement she had been anticipating- getting harder and harder as she was now body contact with the man.

She looked down to see it, and a pleasurable feeling suddenly filled her whole heart. She smiled and came back to his face, then pressed herself against him to feel the hard erection. The pleasure in her heart further increased, and immediately she started kissing him. Symon responded with an aggressive eagerness.

In just seconds, only moans and hard breathings could be heard from both of them as the neigbourhood stayed quiet while the peaceful and serenity of the night abided.