All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Desire: Owned By Him : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For the next couple days, Zara stumbled around trying to remember who she was before she met Nat. She switched off her phone. He called and called and called but he couldn’t get through. He had taken advantage of Isla, sharing his golden penis with no other but her best friend. She felt hurt. “Goal!” Marcus shouted across the living room of his glass walled house with a stunning display of modern architecture. He was brown eyed, with the red tanned skin from summers in the Hamptons. Beside him was Nat, and Peter, the tech bro, nerdy in his glasses.Peter reached across Marcus and shook his hand. He sipped from his can of beer on the center table. They looked at quiet Nat who was burrowed into his phone. “Hey man!” he jolted him from his scattered thoughts. Peter continued watching but listening. “You good?”“Yea, just work” he tried to hide his despair.He peered into his phone. “Who’s Zara ?”“Umm….a friend of mine”, he staggered “You've been with her since you came here. What’

“Come live with me Zara. Move in” He asked in the morning, in what was both a commandment and a plea. “Why, Mr. Nat?” she asked teasingly “For obvious reasons,” he said. “Nope! I’m gonna get pregnant” “Yea! That's what I want. Let’s welcome junior”. “Junior—?” she laughed. My son is not having your name. Something more unconventional” “Like what?” “Goldwater, perhaps” “Why not Silver-rose?” “You have a point there”, she poked his nose and got to shower and freshen up. Let’s go out Zara, he said when she got dressed in a jumpsuit. He looked casual in T-shirts, jeans and sneakers. “Put on shoes” he said “Where exactly ?” she asked “Can’t tell you—It’s a surprise”. She hopped into his car, pushing up the falcon winged door. He brought down the roof to let in the sun and cool breeze. They had their sunglasses on now. Quite the perfect rich New York couple. The radio played Pharrell Williams Happy “O! That's my jam!” She began dancing, without rhythm. They sang toge

The ball of the Wolfe was held in memory of Horace Wolfe, his father at the Hensley Hotel. A luxurious hotel that hosted top political figures visiting the city. The hall was lavishly decorated with colorful flowers, chairs and tables coated in gold, before a stage that was set with lightning. Above on high ceilings, tall chandeliers glistened around diamond crystals. The air smelled of power; naked power. The orchestra by the corner that played melodious sounds set the mood for elite informality. To be here was to be among the one percent of the one percent. Nat’s chauffeur opened the door of his limousine at the entrance. As she stepped out, the air took on a different warmth. She became someone that she was not. Photographers flashed their cameras at her as they walked hand in hand on the red carpet. Nat acted indifferent like he was used to it all with an aggressive charm and confidence.“Wow wow wow”, the interviewer at the red carpet cheered at them. “Nat Wolfe, just the man

Of course, he pulled up to her apartment. She almost slammed the door at his face. What do you want?” she asked“I need to see Zara”“She’s traumatized from the news. You might want to give her some space”“Not when she ain’t picking my calls”, he bashed in.“Can I see her now?”Isla shrugged her shoulders as if to show that she can’t do anything. He walked up to her room.“Wait I’d go in first”, she said“Zara!” She was buried in the cover sheets. She wore the wisened, worn out look of the bereaved. Her face was despondent and pale. Her hair was scattered across her face and her bed littered with junk food—chips, yoghurt, Pringles, biscuits and on her hand, she held her giant bag of Torstitos.“Zara, what the hell?” Isla brows furrowed.“Gurl! you stink!” she squeezed up her face and gave a look to show that she could literally vomit at the sight.Zara continued snacking as if she didn’t hear her.“Your hair, is like jute, she held it up and shook her head”Isla seized the yoghurt

Attorney Stevens had tracked the blogger. A suggestive name, BigByte that made the first post trailing thousand of viewers and comments about Zara was simply uncouth. The image of him when Nat saw him at the meeting room of the law office of Attorney Stevens, Attorneys-at-Law almost made him laugh. An overweight teen, probably 16, obsessed with video games, struggling to pay rent, feeding on nothing but burgers and chicken nuggets paired with fizzy drinks and zero chance at ever having a girlfriend.“Good morning Gentlemen,” Stevens began.Nat was still staring at him. His eyes were cold with hate. Bigbyte put his head down, burrowed into the rolls of fat on his neck.“So! you know why I summoned you”, said Stevens.“The post you made was offensive, damaging to my clients reputation”“I want you to put it down”, Nat said vehemently, still staring at him, his eyes flashed with anger.“Make a retraction and declare a public apology”Big byte laughed, his stomach heaved up and down.“Al