Tomboy on the Billionaire's bed

Selina’s povThe phone rang for the umpteenth time but there was still no response. Damn it!“It’s me, Brian... Call me back, okay?” I gnashed my teeth, my voice barely hiding the strain in it. I clicked on the voicemail button, biting down my lips.Today wasn’t just any day… It was our anniversary. I said yes to Brian three years ago and since then, we have always celebrated this day every year. But it's 6:43 PM already. No text. No call. Not even a stupid Happy Anniversary emoji!This was unlike Brian! Even during crazy board meetings, when he was flying out of the country for deals, he usually found a way to call. Something didn’t feel right. I could feel it. I flopped on the couch, groaning in despair.If something was wrong, there was only one way to find out. I rose and straightened my oversized jean shorts and redressed my camisole before flipping on a red tank top. I brushed my hair back brusquely, and pulled on my sneakers. My backpack slung leisurely on my back and I gr

I am Selina Morrison, the first child of a Billionaire, Benjamin Morrison. My mother died during my birth and my father remarried my step mom, Silver Morrison.Silver Morrison bought me up and I suffered greatly at her hands. My father wasn't aware of this. Silver was highly manipulative and almost turned me against my father.The abuse didn't stop with her. She brought her son, Max, with her when she married my father. He was way older than me.As a child, Max assaulted and molested me physically and sexually and threatened me not to speak up. I bore the pain and the dread in my heart until I came of age.As I grew older, I couldn't take it anymore. I went out of my way to learn self-defense. I learnt different fighting skills and became a black belt holder. I was able to defend myself against Max's assault and he stopped.I became free from Max but I wasn't free from my own devils. I hated Max, hated myself and hated men.I avoided men and trained harder as I didn't want to be seen

When I woke up, it was a new day. The sun had risen and sun rays seeped in through the blinds. Although it was a bright day, the day was long gone.I ran my hand over my hair flipping it away from my face. I was still in the shorts and top I wore the previous day and I stank. Wait. When and how did I get in from the rooftop? Hazy images of me stumbling down the stairs and slumping on the sofa flashed into my head. I grunted as memories of the previous day came back to me, rushing like a flood.I remembered Brian and Sammy’s betrayal and my heart swelled in pain. But I shrugged it off instantly. It was my reality now and I had to live with it. I dragged myself into the bathroom. I had to prepare for the day.I had barely dressed up when I heard a knock on my door. “A minute,” I yelled and rushed to get the door.When I opened up, I froze on the spot. Brian was standing by the door, looking sober.“What audacity!? How dare you show up in front of me!” I gnashed my teeth and pulled t

I gripped the steering wheel tightly with my eyes fixed on the road. Travis Scott’s cars were just about a few cars away from mine. My heart pounded in my chest as I trailed behind. I had to maintain a safe distance, or else I would be easily noticed by Travis Scott's guards. I couldn't afford to blow up this opportunity.After about a thirty-minute drive, the cars drove off the highway. I became more cautious, maintaining my distance. We drove down a tarred road, and soon the cars came to a halt in front of a gigantic gate. It seemed to be an entrance into an estate. I pulled over and watched from a distance.The gates opened up and the cars drove in. As soon as the last car drove in, the gates were shut I popped out my car keys and kept them safely in the backpack slung on my back.Slowly and cautiously, I made my way towards the gates. It was quiet and serene; there was no one at the gates. When I got to the gates, I tried to peep in, but I couldn't see a thing. I banged hard, b

Selina's POV ~Travis Scott sat there in a simple charcoal shirt and dark jeans. Nothing flashy, yet somehow, he still looked like he owned the entire city. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline dusted with stubble, and a body that didn’t need a suit to show off its discipline. Even relaxed, he exuded dominance—like he didn’t have to try like it was embedded in his DNA.The confidence I had walking in cracked the second we locked gazes- cold, cerulean blue eyes void of expressions stared back at me.He seized me up like I was a prey that had wandered into a lion's den.Hearing my name, he knew who I was and why I was there. He wanted me out of his presence immediately but I played smart. “Wait! You don't really want to send me away? Did you? If you wanted to send me away you wouldn't have invited me in.” I said playing with words but the instant those words left my mouth, I knew I had taken a wrong move.“What!? Garry!” He yelled.“I have a deal… Not only Morrison Brewery,” I quickly added.