CHAPTER3: ELIGIBLE

Subconsciously I licked my lips, the mere sight of it added more to my sensual desires.

 After what seems to be hours of staring at his huge d!ck, I lifted my gaze and bored into those lust filled eyes, clutching tightly to my cloth unable to stand the heat radiating from his gaze.

I should get out of here before I did something wrong, I should run for my dear life, yet....

I sprang to my feet, and rushed into his arms. Our lips colided, his hand roughed me closer pressing me against his erection. 

Fuck!! Fuck!!!.

My fingers dug into his black oddly soft hair, his firm lips moulded on mine devouring me.

He gripped my ass, squeezing it as a moan slipped out of my lips and poured into his. The unmistakeable tear of my cloth followed his husky grunt. With one move I was off my feet, straddling in his arms with my legs wrapped around his torso.

I fell to the bed with light thud, watching him tower over me, his hands gripped the last fabric I wore as he ripped it off  like i didn't pay a fortune for those summer undies 

I was completely naked, beneath a man I knew nothing of begging to be fucked. 

He parted my legs with my one swift move,  his lips still on mine.  I jerked feeling him slipping into my fold.

Shit!! He was huge!! Big!! Enormous.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders letting out a painful cry at his entrance yet he didn't stop, he pushed further till he was almost inside. Just then he pulled out a slammed back in jeering force, my head spun,  heart drummed beats and inside folded, I clung unto him for my little life.

I'm over screwed!!

I stared at him knowing full well that I might and will definitely regret this.

Minutes turned into hours, as we plundered into each other, extracting the pleasure we desperately needed.

This was fucking wrong, we shouldn't be here, I shouldn't_I should be at home sulking over the betrayal of my ex lover, I should be weeping my eyes out or doing whatever heartbroken girls do but here I am; bare, sweaty and beneath Franklin fucking Zane, been fucked to pieces.

The moon light peek from the white curtain and caressed down on his perfect features, green jade eyes which glowed with lust, wickedness and something else I couldn't decrypt , pointed sharp nose that nested above his God damn beautiful lips, those lips which devoured me in ways a catholic child shouldn't. Heck!!! I shouldn't even be here, with him, leg spread, hair tousled and vocals too sore to produce any sound. 

"Moan for me, my dirty slut."

My treacherous body reacted to his command almost immediately. His cock jammed it me with force that jerk both me and the bed. I clung unto his broad shoulder, sweat prickled down my body as I tried my best not to collapse. 

My gaze hazy from the effect of both the hours of sex, drugs and the Aphrodite. I could feel it, I was five seconds away from blacking out

Like he read my mind, he tugged my hair harshly, his gaze bored in mine as he spoke. "Don't you dare faint."..And I did faint, on our ninth mind blowing orgasm, till intoxicated by everything, I mumbled a word of apology slipping into the darkmess called sleep. 

I felt a hand curl around my slit waist and pulled me into what seem to be a hard but cozy surface, those deep rich voice murmured something, something that made my heart tugged in ease.

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FIVE YEARS LATER.

FRANKLIN's POV

I clenched and unclenched my jawline for the seventh or a thousandth time in an hour. What was worst than watching the man who raised you lay lifeless, a man who smiled like he had a sweet tooth numbed to emotion, a man who was an arrogant yet cheerful bastard withered to nothing and lowered to the fucking ground in a golden plated coffin, well there were_ and for the matter of fact are thousands of other things.

I took a glance at the crowd which were gathered at the Zane Grave yard, an enormous garden founded a century ago where each and every Zanes' had been buried and where I would be buried too, one day probably not far from today.

Crowd!!. 

For fuck sake, they were at least 135 guest, all which I could swear in my 29 years of living I had never seen. Half were leaches termed as long distance relative all here to pry on the property.

Over my dead body!!. More accurately, over their dead body!!!.

The rest were no good two shit business man and women who saw this as an opportunity to get close to me.

"Sorry for your lost, son." A hand held my shoulder and the second strand of patience I gripped onto snapped into shed. I turned, my cold stare zeroed down to the 4'5 feet bald man who looked nothing like my father he claimed to be. I grimaced, placed my hands on his which was still on my shoulder and shove it away.

He worked down a hard swallow as fear plastered on his wrinkled aged face, he must be 56 or so but I gave no shit about their age, no one and I mean no fucking one lays their hands on Franklin Zane or else they had a death wish.

I took a step closer and he took three back.

Cowards. "Unless your skull got cracked open in a fatal car accident twenty three years old and what is left of your shedded body is rotting six feet below the fucking ground, then no, you are not my father neither am I your son." I gritted. 

"I..I am sorry. I just wanted to console you."

I tucked my fist knuckles into my black tailored trouser and ignored the fool.

This wasn't the place to fight or to create a scene. I might be angry and irritated but this was till grand father burial, and he deserved peace in his last moment.

Although I knew he would rather gnaw out his skin then endure another second of their fake tears and mourning.

The priest muttered something, with that a lady who didn't know she was too old to dress in a skinny red gown and too ugly to cry like she was mourning the lost of a nation, stepped further.

Who the hell was..?

Oh! Marie. My supposed aunt and grand father first daughter.

"Father!!!. No..please.. I..come back."

Seriously!!.

I wounded my way towards the casket but halted three steps away.

"Father!!! God why!!!. Why?!!!."

Fuck!!! I have heard enough. "Can you stop!!." I barked and she jolted in both fear and shock. "He just died, he didn't activate a nuclear bomb in South Australia." I snorted as they all groped at me, startled. "If you are done making the dead man ears bleed, step back!."

It wasn't a request,  it's a fucking order. 

She grumbled and retreated, she knew all to well to mess with me. This was a burial I wouldn't strike but that doesn't mean she would be safe from the after math. I walked over the grave, my inside twisted with a weird feeling.

Pains??. Regret that I wasn't there in his last moment, that I couldn't fulfill his wish of him lavishing half of his fortune on his dream wedding for me.

I puffed a sigh. "Rest in peace, grand father."

The burial concluded with me not sending anyone to their grave, which was a great achievement. I returned to the house after making sure the guards had thrown every and single being out of the Zane cemetery, unfortunately you can't get rid of all. And here I am sitting among seven supposed relatives, my brother who broke record of arriving on time for the first time in his whole life. Well he had to, when it came to money even the laziness of people becomes hard working and this involves plenty of it.

As the acting CEO of Zane industry, I knew almost all the properties we had, including estates around the world, companies, island and 250 billion dollar net worth. That amount could make even a blind man see.

I sank into the black couch and flex my hands.

It hasn't been an hour since he was laid to the dust and this money dogs were ready to shed his properties which he worked his ass off to grow.

"Good evening, I am..."

"We all know your name just read the damn will." Clifford, my newly discovered uncle growled.

I suppressed the urge to kick them all out and back to hole they crept out from.

"The will is divide into two parts, the first is for his relatives and the second are for the two grand son, Franklin and Leon." He flipped open as uneasiness threaded in me. I shouldn't feel this way but I did. Grand father and I were the only ones entitled to everything and probably Leon but the fact he added them proved my thoughts wrong.

"I give to my relative who I know must be sitting and eagerly awaiting this, I give you all something more precious than money, gold or the island we have. I give you.. " the guards walked in with a black box in their hands and shared it among them. "I give you all, the word of God."

I paused and so did every single being except for Leon who cracked a laugh.

The word of God???. Was he joking??. I thought and inspected the reaction of every one, Clifford looked like he was two seconds from kneeling over and having a serious cardiac arrest, Marie on the other hand mirrored the expression of a horse in a barren land, hopeless and at the verge of dying.

"The word of what?!!!!." She screamed and tossed the Bible to the floor. "It's a lie!!!! A huge lie!!! Father can't do this to me!!! You are lying."

"Ma, that was what he requested."

"You bastard!!!!. It's not possible."

"Can you shut your trash hole, he is getting to the good side." Leon grumbled and she glared at him but still sat.

"And to my grandsons, I divided my whole property into two. The second half which is the two estate in New Zealand, an island in Paris and 1 billion dollars. The rest of the property will be allocated to the one who is eligible."

"Eligible??." Leon questioned, the only time that bastard decides to listen.

"Yes. Before your grand father died he constructed a list and who ever complete it, will get the first share of the properties and the other will get the second." He flipped through another page and read out grandfather words.

Hello champs!!.

i know you both are confused, it might sound strange but i had to do this. this was the only choice I had, you two were adamant and so I am. you both are very much of age, the most eligible bachelors, the king of perfection and the king of parties, this title might sound good but to me, it;s worthless without having a family, someone who could love you and care for you. I might not be able to experience it now that I am dead but I would be happy watching it from heaven or hell, where ever my soul may be. For this to happen I added a little shift to my will, who ever that gets himself a wife before a month after i am laid will be the sole owner of my companies, cars, island and net worth 249 billion dollars."

"What?!!!!."