His Billion-Dollar Obsession

Chapter 1: Run

"Run. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you."

I closed my book and hugged it close to my chest, kicking my feet up in the air as I screamed. Oh God, to be Adeline right now, chased, Caught and wanted that badly.

My blanket hung forgotten by my bed stand, my crop top riding up as I sprawled across my bed in nothing but my underwear. I couldn't care less about my dignity. I was home, in my room, alone, with only Haunting Adeline for company.

“Run. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.”

The words fill my ears, this time, not from me.

I jolted upright. The book slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud. My gaze shot to my nightstand.

And there he was.

Zorin Lane.

My brother’s best friend. The boy who would steal my biscuits and blame them on my brother, River. The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me.

And the worst part? He looked completely unfazed by the fact that he had just caught me half-naked, reading smut.

He leaned against the nightstand, staring right at me with his white button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves and that expensive wristwatch, which I had sworn I would steal. His dark eyes swept over me once, lingering just long enough to make heat crawl up my neck, before flicking down to the fallen book.

“I see you have got an interesting taste in literature,” he smirked.

My jaw dropped, and I seemed to forget how to speak “You... you can’t just barge into my room!”

“I knocked,” he said smoothly, pushing off the frame and strolling towards me keeping his eyes trained on mine. “You were too… occupied to notice.”

“I wasn’t... occupied!” My arms crossed over my stomach, as if that would cover the fact that I was basically in my underwear. “I was reading.”

His lips twitched, almost a smile, almost cruel. “Reading p**n.”

Heat flared up my neck and settled on my face. “It’s called romance, asshole.”

“Mm.” He bent down, picked up the book, flipped it open, and read a line without blinking. "Run. If I catch you..." He looked up, eyes locking onto mine, voice lowering. I’ll fuck you."

My stomach clenched and my breath almost hitched. The way he said it wasn’t mocking, and it didn't seem like a joke either. 

I swallowed hard, ripping the book from his hand. “Get out.”

Instead of leaving, he sat on the edge of my bed with his arms folded, long legs stretched out, gaze sharp.

 He almost looked out of place here in my messy room, which I almost forgot how much he loved hiding right in this room when we played hide and seek as kids.

“You need a job” he said simply.

“What?”

“You’re on break. No classes. Wasting time reading dirty books in your underwear.” His gaze flicked over my almost bare body again, shameless. “Work for me.”

I laughed. I actually laughed. “Me? Work for you? What, as your coffee runner?”

“Personal assistant.” He said it like it was already decided.

My eyes narrowed. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Zorin!”

"Lumi!" He leaned forward, rubbing the edge of the slightly worn-out book, his eyes snapped to mine. "Think about it, lu"

My heart stuttered. "Don't call me that" I snapped, signalling him to hand over the bed sheets. Which he did while grumbling that no one orders him around as much as I do.

"Don't reject my offer, if you're worried about missing out on that dirty book" his eyes darted down to the book which I quickly hid under the sheets. "Then I don't mind reading them to you while you work for me"

My breath hitched as I watched his face which didn't give out any expression, before I could snap back, my brother’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Zorin! Let’s go!”

Zorin straightened, with a smirk like a man who knew he had won. He bent and whispered into my ear, "Keep it PG-13." 

And then he was gone, footsteps fading down the hall.

I sat there frozen long after he left, my body hot, restless. The silence pressed in. My heart still raced. And his voice, his goddamn voice, kept echoing in my head.

Run. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.

I squeezed my thighs together and tried to shake it off but I failed miserably. Seconds later, my book lay forgotten and sheets thrown down to the floor.

Eyes closed, legs spread apart, my hand slid beneath the blanket, betraying me completely. My breath hitched as my finger grazed outside of my wet folds, lightly running it down my entrance.

The fact that I feel guilty, getting off to my brother's best friend, didn't stop me from dragging my finger up to my clit and with the pooling wetness on the top of my fingers, I started to rub in small circles. My body arching, chasing something I shouldn’t want but couldn’t deny.

His voice. His smirk. Those words... And just as I let out a little moan

"Lumi, I forgot my..." The door burst open revealing Zorin

I screeched, yanking the sheets up so fast they nearly ripped. “Zorin, what the hell!” My face was a bright red tomato, legs snapping shut, but my body was still humming,  wet and aching. My hand was still there, and I prayed he didn’t notice.

He froze, eyes wide like he’d walked into a horror movie. “Shit, Lu, I...” His gaze flicked to my flushed face, the tangled sheets, and then to my panties on the floor. His eyes turned dark “Are you…?”

“Get OUT!” I shrieked, voice cracking. But he didn't leave he got in and shut the door behind him. 

He strolled in, past me to the nightstand, picking up his phone. My chest heaved as he turned around, walking towards me.

 He leaned down, one hand bracing on the mattress beside my hip, close enough that his breath fanned my neck. "I said to keep it PG-13, Lu."

I swallowed hard, face burning. "Fuck off, Zorin." But my voice wobbled.

His free hand lifted, hovering near my cheek, then gently, too gently, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. The way his fingers lingered, sent electricity straight to my core.

 "You're shaking," he murmured, voice low. I wanted nothing but to reach further and continue working myself up as he spoke to me.

"I'd love to watch you finish this show, but I'm late", he said. He straightened up and made his way out of the room.