Broken by the Billionaire Mafia
Chapter Six
Jessica Martin's POV
The chauffeur drives into the Martin's Mansion and turns off the ignition of the limousine. The driver slid out of the front seat hurriedly and opened the car doors.
"Welcome back ma'am." Despite my warnings on not getting the door for me and the ma'am treatment, he was always keeping to his job.
"Thanks, Philip." I took my bag and got into the building, joggling to the stairs and with a tired face. The day at the office was extremely busy and I had no time to have lunch apart from the heavy breakfast the stranger served.
The thought of him had a pit forming in my stomach as a rush of excitement flowed in me making my panties moist from just thinking about him.
"Why does he look so perfect?" I asked myself pushing the door open and turning my bedroom lights on, it was a spacious room with a huge shelf filled with books, a coffee table at the middle with two brown wooden chairs, Artifact amongst others the exterior changes from time to time so many times I've lost count of what my room truly looked like.
I plopped to the bed and unzipped the leather $50,000 L.V bag and went through my things to see if he touched my belongings. My lipsticks, office card, credit card, pieces of jewellery and a host of things I smuggled into its confinement and with a satisfied grin that he didn't touch any of them but brought them to me made me respect him.
He was a nice man. Others wouldn't care and steal whatever they could get when I passed out from getting drunk. He wasn't just nice but a great chef. I sighed to leave for the bathroom and my eyes stumbled on an unfamiliar card.
"This ain't mine."
I picked it up and took a look. Kessler Blackwell O'Neil. How did it get into my bag and who put it here?
"Stranger!" I muttered. It was his business card and he must have slipped it into my bag. My cheeks burned hot, as I sat blushing like a teenage girl in love for the first time.
I flipped the card backward and saw a written word in big bold letters 'CALL.'
Do I call or not? Would he see me as a desperate woman who has nothing better to do than drinking in stupid bars, and letting different men take me to their homes? But that's not true. I've never drank to that point since the assassination of my family and I've never woken up in a bed that wasn't mine or Samuel's before our separation.
I let out a tired breath. It was frustrating to think of how he would view me. He had to keep his card in my bag for me to contact him and it showed he wanted me to initiate how things go.
I dialled the number on his business card and held my breath with my heartbeat beating profusely in my chest. My palm turned sweaty and the rush settled on my thighs as my pussy throbbed.
What was wrong with me? Samuel never made me this excited anticipating hearing him speak. Then why is the blonde crazy man making me feel things I don't feel or I've never felt until I met him?
"Hello." His sultry voice buzzed right through me like thin air hitting my nerves which had me feeling giddy and nervous.
I was at a loss for words. I bit my inner cheek and gripped my phone tightly to put my shit together. "You left your business card. Why do you want us to talk? I'm a busy woman."
"I don't want to waste your time. How about dinner tomorrow night?" He asked.
A date!
"I'd be busy." I lied through my teeth.
"Please think about it. If I act like a jerk, walk out and never see me again. But please honour this invitation."
Was he begging me? I'm sure I wasn't speaking to that cocky jerk.
"I'll think about it."
"And before you leave I want to say you look amazing in pink, you're a vibrant beauty don't ever let it go to waste. I'll be waiting for your answer." He compliments and bright splotches of pink spread across my cheeks.
"What if my answer is no?" It was more of a flirt than a question, and I heard him sigh.
"I think your answer will be a yes."
"Good-bye," I muttered, chewing my lips timidly.
"Goodbye Angel."
He asked me out on a fucking date!
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(Next Day)
Perusing through my wardrobe piled up with a mountain of clothes from work to parties, and outdoors. I don't give a damn as far as I have clothes on my back but Miss Georgina won't hear of it every week she has something new to snuggle into my wardrobe.
My eyes caught a red gown with slits to the sides with a pattern of roses and an open back. Hmmm... This could do. In no time I was fully dressed with a four-inch heel and my hair packed in a nice ponytail paired with silver jewellery as I took my car keys to the address.
I texted him in the morning. I'll spend only a few minutes of my time and I'll make it by 6:30. He was excited by sending an alright back.
I drove into the five-star fancy restaurant situated around the De La Creme layout in Chicago and when I walked in I felt stares from the male populace seated. Was my dress too revealing? Making my way to a table with expectant eyes to see Kessler.
The fucktard wasn't within sight. Was I back to calling him names so quickly? He better get here before I lose my cool. I slipped to a table and went through the menu.
A waitress walked up to me with a notepad and a pen to jot my orders. "Good evening ma'am. What would you like ma'am?"
"Water will do for now."
"Okay."
The waitress came back again and brought a glass of ice water with a straw. "Here you go, ma'am."
"Thanks." I nodded and faced my phone scrolling through unimportant things to kill time. It was fast running into 7:30 pm and he wasn't here yet, not even a text message. I stabbed my straw into the ice taking a sip, raging emotions were threatening to spill if he was going to stand me up why did he ask me out on a date night.
Unzipping my purse I dropped some cash and got up to leave.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
That.
Voice.
I turned to see Kessler with his hands lost in his pockets and his visible stubble which has grown much more. His shiny blonde hair was wet like the perfect advert from a shampoo commercial.
How did one man look this perfect and breathtaking? Minutes ago I was boiling ready to walk away and block his number forever and the next minute I'm starstruck like a lovesick teenager.
"I'm leaving." It was more like I was convincing myself than stating the obvious.
He tried to touch me but I was quick to jolt backward from his grasp. "Please don't. I'm sorry you have to wait."
"Good night Mr. Kessler." I turned around wanting to leave but he blocked my path, so I moved the other way. He's right in front of me and the other way he's swift to stand in my way again.
"Hit, slap, punch me, take out your anger but please don't leave." He says.
How many romantic movies has he watched to come up with that line? He doesn't look the least romantic to me. He looks fresh from a ganster movie.
"Stop sounding romantic because we aren't even a thing." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not a romantic man but you keep me in touch with sides I don't think I possess. Your beauty makes me wanna write a love poem or sing you a song."
"Cut the crap. Why do you want to see me?"
He scoots the chair backward, gesturing me to a seat. I reluctantly plopped to the seat with a huff in defeat and an air of authority to walk out the next if he does shit.
He sits close and peeks into my face.
"I'd love to go straight to the point. I like you… shit, I think I'm in love with you."
I burst into laughter. He must be joking. "Hahahaha... you just met me. Do you tell that to every woman you run into?" My words felt like an arrow as I saw his nose flare up. He looked pissed but masked it up with a toothy grin.
"Do you accept to go on dates with every man that gives an invitation?"
I froze and parted my lips to respond but nothing got out, not even a hello so I clamped them shut and faced the opposite direction to hide my flushed face.
"I'll take that back. What would you like for dinner?"
"Nothing."
"I took you out for a date so we have to eat and have fun." He was trying to keep the conversation going but I wasn't having any of it.
"Maybe I changed my mind on not having dates with a blonde."
"I'm..."
"I don't want you apologising. I'll take my leave. Tomorrow is work and I need to prepare for it." I answered curtly.
"Okay."
He doesn't fight it anymore but took my hands as we left the restaurant. I didn't want to see his face, not now or ever.
Things weren't meant to be this way. I just wanted to coil up in my bedroom under my comforter with my ears plugged listening to music.
"Jessica, are you mad at me?"
We were standing at the car's parking lot and he leaned to my door in that way stopping me from getting into the driver's seat and zooming home. I could sense he knew his statement struck a bitter chord in my heart.
I knew I was overreacting but I'm no normal woman. I've seen different therapists for years since the event and I haven't gotten any better improvement past the nightmares that ruined my sleep each night with the images of my family lying in a pool of their blood flashing through my eyes whenever I'm alone.
That period was the worst time of my life and right now I'm still scared to let anyone close, I managed to give one a benefit of a doubt and he ended up fucking a random bitch a week to our wedding.
I won't let this man swoon me with his sweet talks. I should be wiser than that, this stupid heart of mine should be on lock till I know what his true intentions are.
"If I say no that would make me a liar and if I say yes it wasn't a bad statement. I had a bad day, don't worry it ain't your fault." I replied.
"I can make you feel good."
He propped himself off my car door and strode towards where I stood with my arms akimbo, my skin tingling with a knowing feeling of expectancy as his scent hit my nostril when he got just an inch apart.
"I'll be fine..."
He placed a finger to my lips. "Shush.. you look extremely tired and upset. It's all my fault, let me take care of you."
He slides his fingers from my lips to my neck and down to my cleavage.
"I want to be home." I don't mean that.
What am I saying?
"Let's go home." He smirked.
"Us?"
"I'll drive you home, tell your driver to pick up your car."
BROKEN ANGEL Chapter Seven Jessica Martin's POV Two weeks to that day he drove me home. We didn't see each other again because I kept turning him down so we just talked on the phone and he loved to text a lot. I would be blushing and texting him back during board meetings, you can't blame me he has a sugar-coated tongue that drives me insane. "Don't tell me you're smiling to yourself and checking your phone every second." Belle boomed into my ears as I lay in bed. She came around the house this weekend and needed something to wear so I let her borrow and not only that Kessler wants me to visit his home. He claimed he missed me and wanted us to talk. He's a great guy and a hard working businessman but it's so sudden getting into a relationship so soon, he likes me and I can't be certain if I like him back or confused because he's showing interest in me. The only man in years to persistently run after me despite how much I told him I wasn't
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Eight Jessica Martin's POV "Don't tell me you ruined that perfect moment." Belle whines. "Don't make me feel bad for telling you my secrets." It has been a month to that day and it never left my head. Kessler called and sent a dozen messages pleading and begging but I never replied to them and with strict instructions to my security to not let him in. I did miss him a lot. I touched myself numerous times thinking of him and that's something I've never done masturbating with a picture of a man in mind. "Are you listening? I'll chew your deaf ears!" Belle tries to attempt and earns a knock from me on her head as she rubs the spot slowly. "What were you saying?" "Go back and put your shit together. That guy likes you so much but your insecurities are ruining everything!" She exclaims. "What should I do?" "Go see him and apologise and this time don't freak out when he tries to be i
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV “Nah you made that shit up… like what? Are you kidding?” Belle sips her drink while she chuckles softly. We were seated at one of our favourite joints sipping on our glasses. It's been one week since I accepted Kessler's proposal to be his girl. I never had a reason to regret saying yes to him. He frequents my office with flowers, he calls every three hours and even came over the office to take me home which I declined. He needs a break from doing that. He has a business or a job so he shouldn't get distracted because of love. That reminds me I never asked him what he does for a living. Not that I care about his wealth. I'm doing well for myself but to be sure so I can proudly lay claim to his source of income. “We have been friends for the longest time. Do you think I could make something as crazy as that? Then explain the diamond on my finger, or the hickeys…” I push my hair blocking my neck so
(Two days later) “Kessler you don't have to go through the stress of getting me a dinner date outfit. I have lots and lots of them which I don't wear or remember what they look like. I can go home and pick something for the occasion.” I groaned. Kessler made it known that he wants to see my family, the only surviving family of my father. Which is my uncle. He spoke to my uncle and he agreed. And fixed the meeting for later tonight. A holiday. Kessler seemed overjoyed like he was already given the permission to court me but I know it's a step to those things. He wanted to make things official not just to my family but to the world to announce our love loud and clear. A feeling of pride swelled inside of me and I haven't been more happier. Finally a time to think towards putting me first and thinking about the family that I was going to create. “Thank you Kessler. ” I beamed. He took me round the fashion store. We bought fancy dresses, shoes and a matching purse.
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV Kessler's sister- Anna is a really good kid. I shuffle from my home to his most work and weekends and by doing so it has shaped me to loosen up in most areas of my life. “Aunt Jessica can we go now?” She says almost out of breath running down the stairs. We have to make it in time for my cake testing. Yes, my wedding cake testing. My uncle disapproved of my relationship to any male specie that wasn't Samuel the cheat. How could he be inhumane? He knows too well the pain and misery that hellish union would cost me but he cares less. Money has gotten a hold of his conscience, he can trade it for anything. The meeting might not have gone well like I thought of my uncle accepting Kessler for my happiness but the highlight of the dinner meeting was Kessler standing up to my dictatorial Uncle. It felt so pure to watch him defend me like his life depends on it. The bitchy part of me thought it would break out in
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Belle's POV I watched her smile trickle to the floor. Her smile could light up an entire room- A lighthouse in human form. She looked like a goddess. The diamonds on her neck screamed of immense wealth and luxury she was accustomed and born into, her wedding dress made of the best pearls man could find which accentuated her hourglass figure. Her skin tone shone brightly oiled. The crown on her head, her light make up seemed expertly done. I moved to the bride and her handsome groom. He didn't look bad at all. The most fashionable male in the room. “Good luck to the most beautiful bride and her groom. I can hardly believe you are here looking this happy and beautiful in one piece. Thank you for being the prince charming she waited for all these years.” “Thanks Belle.” he smiles, showing his sets of perfect teeths. His voice sends chords of goosebumps on my toes, nipples and stomach. Perfect iro
Anarietta POV My face stuck into page sixty four of my favorite book as I flipped through one of the pages with a pringle in hand and a cup of warm coffee sitting on the school cafeteria table. I took a bite out of my hand licking my finger tips off the crumbs and adjusted my big old glasses before going back to the blocks of words. My temporary escape. “Look who we found the mighty human hamburger.” A girl who I recognize her voice to be that of the blonde cheerleader, the most popular girl in high school says. Her little minions burst into laughter and my fingers dug into my skirt tighter as I breath hope and tolerance into my lungs. Beatrice has always had this bitchy attitude when it comes to me, maybe because I'm the weakest person in school. The class doormat anyone can trample upon and throw their vileness and I won't fight back. I paid no heed to their silly antics and focused on my book school session would be over soon, I hoped. “Argh!” A hard scream
“Where are you taking me to? You're hurting my wrist please I'm begging you.” I slammed her hard against the wall that caused a thud with my huge arms caging her before she slips from my fingers from her tiny frame. “Are you ready to accept the rejection?” “Why should I reject my ma-te?” She stuttered nervously in disbelief on what I said. I acted as a good son before my father like I accepted the mate thingy and wanted to know my mate better only to get her aside and do the unexpected. “This claws of mine will rip your heart open and I'll so break you till you amass to chunks of flesh and bones if you disobey my orders. I hate the mate bullshit and if you refuse to reject me I'll be the perfect husband and mate to the public eye...” I lean closer to her earlobe licking her ear and watched her shiver from the simple contact. Damn this mate bond thing. I could feel it too like electric collision jamming to the other. “...but I'll make you see hell and would send you a me