Chapter four

Broken By the Billionaire Mafia

           Chapter Four

                Jessica's POV

 My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades.

  Did I die and go to heaven?

  The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.

    How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was my conscious shutting down.

  "Do you like the room?" A voice breaks me from my thoughts as I jerked and turn to face the door and my breath hitched. 

       What was he doing here?

   It was the stranger from last night with shiny blonde hair and if I thought he was cute last night he was way cuter this morning.

 His features shone brightly and I kind of felt insecure why he'll look so good giving me a run for my money. He had a tray in hand and he dropped it at the table and focused his blue eyes on me. 

  What was he looking at? I followed his gaze to see my cleavage popping so I wrapped my arm around it protectively and watched him swallow back his lust.

        Fucking pervert!

   "Did you kidnap me against my will? Psycho!" 

  "I would have loved to see your face when I threw you over my shoulders with your ass bouncing as I jogged to the stairs. Your ass was round, firm, and soft. It will be befitting for my Cock."

Stupid me flickered my gaze to his boxer briefs he wasn't wearing anything formal than a casual loose fitted singlet with a long V-line leaving his sexy chest in display and his boxer briefs which outlined his big boner. His maleness was huge and it was packed at the middle of his tall frame making my pussy throb.

  What would tasting him feel like? Cut the crap. I've lost my mind.

    "You can't stop yourself from daydreaming about me. I know you want me but the question lies, do I want you?" He had a proud smirk on and I didn't want anything more than to slap that shit out of his face.

   "I'm leaving." I scrambled to my feet, my legs could barely hit the floor when I staggered backward weakly and the apple-cigar scent enveloped around me. I didn't need to be told he was closer.

   "Careful, you're still weak. Come here I made you some soup and tea to help with your hangover."

   "I'm not hungry." I retorted stubbornly and the betraying stomach of mine saw it as the perfect opportunity to grumble loudly which made my stomach vibrate.

     Stupid stomach! 

   I barely had breakfast yesterday because of the thought of doing something romantic for Samuel and I got to his place to meet a shocker and ended up filling my stomach with alcohol.

    "I think your stomach isn't as stubborn as your mouth. Now eat up." He carries the tray and seat at the portion of the bed and takes out the lid from the dishes.

   "What are you do-ing?"

      "If you don't want to eat I don't mind feeding you. What are friends for?"

    "I'm not your friend!" I retorted with a half yell.

    "Shut up and eat. If you argue I'll lock you up in this house and feed you till you swell. Now open up!" He dipped the spoon into the soup and slowly made it to my mouth. I sighed and reluctantly parted my lips and the food sank in.

    I thought it was going to be trash and yuck but it tasted nice. Did he cook for me? 

Butterflies were dancing in the pit of my stomach and realisation hit. 

     I liked the stranger.

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   "I'm sorry for not calling earlier. My battery died and something came up so before I could get that done it was late. I thought you must have left. In short, I'm sorry...nothing I say will make you forgive me." Belle rants almost out of breath sitting opposite me in my office, despite everything she was saying a tugging smile spread out on my lips.

  The thought of the stranger never leaving my head. After he fed me he got me a new pair of pink work clothes and shoes and how he knew my size baffles me.

      "Are you listening to me?" She taps her fingers on the sleek mahogany desk of my office. I was the managing director of Gracewood International Company. It was handed to me by my father's will and lots of other companies and properties left to my name after his demise.

     "Oh... yes.. what were you saying?" My fingers pushed back some strand of my hair that fell across my face as I stood upright arranging my suit. 

     "Girl you went puff! What's going on?"

     "It's nothing, I'm just tired and deserve a lot of rest." I lied biting my inner cheek and focused on the computer trying to act busy but it was all a facade. 

   I could see his face everywhere and it was messing with my head.

   "Are you sure?" Belle furrowed her brows tapping her manicured red nails to form a beat. She knew me too well to know there was something up but I can't tell her I'm liking someone after learning of my fiance's infidelity. It doesn't make me different from him, does it?

    'Knock knock'

   I looked up and the door creaked open with my secretary marching in but something caught my attention a male silhouette was emerging and when it got to the door my eyes bulged.

   "Stranger!"

    "Drunk!"

 Belle and the secretary flicked their gazes from me to the stranger. I didn't know his name and never bothered to ask with thoughts I won't see him again. He looked dapper in a grey suit with his blonde hair styled to the side, his pinkish lips were so kissable.

      Shut up!

    He didn't look twice these classic when I left after he fed me breakfast. 

 How did he know I work here? I don't remember giving me the address or telling him about my status.

   I was a rich girl that didn't act like one. My clothes aren't that expensive neither are the shoes from what you'll think from a billionaire heiress.

       "Who's he calling a drunk?" Belle asks and I twitch my lips to the side, unable to answer her. It's a long story and something I'm too embarrassed to narrate in front of him and my secretary.

    "You may leave Agnes."

        "Thanks, ma'am." My secretary made a light bow and left the room, shutting the door behind her subtly while Stranger glanced around the office with astonishment before focusing his gaze on me.

   Cat caught my tongue but I got to spill to kill the thick tension in the room that could be sliced with a knife. "Belle he's..." 

      "Don't worry you don't have to explain yourself. He's a nice gentleman and with great looks. Have fun." She picks her silver purse and waves at us before hurriedly leaving and closing the door behind us.

     It was just the two of us staring at each other like a competition without the other saying a word. He looked better in a suit and it accentuated his muscular biceps and his tall figure.

     He could pass for a model and he'll be off the charts. He had it all. But that isn't the case. Why is he here?

     "Stranger!" We said in unison and a blush crept up to my cheek while he twisted his lips to a hidden smile. "Speak first." He urged.

    "How did you get to Gracewood? I don't remember telling you about my shit."

   "Won't you offer me a seat? Nice office." He compliments. Oh.. I've been caught up figuring out how he got here and didn't realise he had been standing.

    "Have a seat." I offered trying my best to get formal.

   He was now seated and said. "You forgot your bag. I brought it and in there your office and personal things are untouched."

  "How dare you rummage through my personal things? Did you steal my belongings to bring it over to play a good samaritan because it won't work?!" It was wrong to act bitchy but I can't let my guards down. It's hard to trust anyone and not just anyone, a stranger with perfect looks won't sway me away.

   He dropped my bag on the table and stood up. His calm blue eyes turned haughty and his nose flared up in anger.

    "You can take a look at your things. I'm not concerned about your bag but something worth more. Have a nice day Miss Jess."

    How did he know my name? Simple thing, he must have seen my passport.

  "Who gave you the right to call me Jess?" 

  He smirked and leaned forward with his hands to the table and blew me a kiss before walking out.

     Why do I feel bad for speaking to him in that tone?