Everyone was happy. They were drinking and congratulating the soon to be husband—Zachary Villarreal.

He was sitting on a six-seater sofa while his friends were next to him. I couldn't decipher his emotions because, since I watched him, his face was only serious. It's his stag party today. It was three weeks before the wedding, but his friends had already prepared this at his condo.

I smirked when I saw how his eyes flushed because of the alcohol. The way his long lashes moved slowly against the light, I knew he was already drunk.

"We have a surprise for you," his friend from his left uttered, and he let out a loud laugh.

Based on my knowledge, he's Thelmo—one of the groom's closest friends. He's the one who prepared the party for tonight.

The other boys quickly cheered, as if they immediately understood what the speaker was referring to. Zachary slowly shook his head with a smile on his face; it was as if he wasn't willing for his friend's surprise.

"Three weeks from now, you'll be tied to your wife, dude," Thelmo urged.

The edge of my lips just lifted. I do know that Zachary was a womanizer, as do his friends. I have often seen his other friends change women before.

Well, womanizer or not, I will make him tempted.

They continued drinking for a few more minutes until his friends finally bid goodbye to each other. Thelmo laughed at Zachary as he pointed to the guest room where I was and sneaked a peek at them. Zachary kept shaking his head and telling Thelmo to bring me home, but his friend ignored him and left the condo.

Zachary couldn't do anything else but massage his temples. Later, I saw him facing in my direction—toward the guest room. I quickly moved away from the door and sat on the bed. I'm waiting for him to enter, even though I don't know if he will come to me.

I adjusted the red lingerie I was wearing as well as the black mask that covered half of my face. I don't know if Zachary can recognize me, but it's good to be sure. My plans can't be ruined.

Few seconds later, I heard his footsteps outside. I sat up straighter and assumed a more seductive position. Zachary went through the door as it slowly opened. Without glancing at me, he undid his tie, as if he didn't want to entertain me at all.

"You can leav—" his words were cut off the moment his eyes landed on me.

He looked at me for a moment. I could clearly see how he was stunned and then slowly swallowed. I remained in my position, not doing anything or saying anything.

"Do I know you?" he asked, brows furrowed.

Very well-known.

I just clenched my jaw and slowly shook my head. As much as I want to say anything, this is not the right time. I had to feel whether he recognized me or not.

He licked his lower lip and walked near me. His eyes never left me. I don't know if he's checking me out because of how I look or if he's checking me out because I am familiar. Once again, his throat moved.

"Fuck..." he murmured a curse and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm really drunk," he added while shaking his head.

I showed a lot of restraint, just by not rolling my eyes. Instead of waiting for him to act, I voluntarily took off my clothes. His jaw tensed up as he watched me slowly getting naked while still sitting on the bed.

Even though I could sense a hint of lust in his eyes, his expression was stern. He seemed to be holding back even though he was really affected by my presence. I was secretly smirked because of that.

"Stop," he uttered hoarsely when I was about to pull my underwear off my foot.

I looked up at him. I have already stripped off. I thought he stopped me so I wouldn't continue whatever I was going to do, but I didn't expect him to slowly kneel in front of me.

I caught my breath when his hand reached my foot. His fingers sensually ran through my skin and slowly pulled off the remaining fabric. After that, he raised his gaze at me.

Lust.  That's all I could see in his eyes.

"You got paid for this, so I'll make the most of it," he said, and his hands traveled to my knees.

I secretly smiled.

Yeah, Zachary. Prove what an asshole you are.

I spread my legs, exposing my womanhood, and put both of my hands on the bed to support my weight. "You have the entire evening to enjoy me," I started speaking.

His throat moved again, and then he shifted his gaze to my feminity. His jaw tightened with his heavy breathing. From my knee, his hand moved slowly up my thigh.

I could feel his hand slightly trembling. I almost smirked because of that.

I have no other feeling for the man in front of me other than hatred. Lust? Affection? I don't have any of it. I just want to have sex with him.

"It will be a rough night. I'm warning you," he said hoarsely as he locked eyes with me for a moment.

I smiled at him and then took his hand, which was close to my womanhood. "I'm prepared," I stated, and put it on my mound.