All Chapters of Claimed By The Billionaire Who Knew Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

August POVThe elevator door opened at last.“Hello—”The sobbing woman pushed her way in, her hands full with a brown box, yet stabbing furiously at the buttons. I barely managed to slip through the sliding doors, clutching my small back purse to my side.“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, turning around. That lady was positively distraught, and for a brief second, I could see a thin layer of hate through her red bloodshot eyes.Focus, August, I thought, slipping my smile back on. This was not the time to be an empath, although all the cells in me were itching to go back to her.No, this was the time to get my dream job.Okay. Maybe that was quite a stretch.I had just seen this job in the newspapers last night after all. My CV was certainly empty, and everything I knew about myself was handed to me on a platter by my beautiful amazing husband who I absolutely adore, Garett.So it was not my dream job, but it was a job.“Hi, I am here for the job interview,” I said, smiling at the receptioni

August’s POVI watched him storm into his office, the large wooden door slamming behind him. Everyone was silent, the room in a kind of weird pause.“Well,” I grabbed my purse. “It seems you were right, Penny. I'm going to go now.”“No,” Rebekah’s sharp voice cut through. “You are staying.”I blinked. “I am.”“Alright ladies,” Rebekah said, turning to the other women. “You heard the boss, chop chop.”Penny’s mouth dropped open as she turned to me. “You?” She shrieked.Girl, I felt the same.“Please sit down, miss…”“It's Mrs, actually,” I smiled, correcting Rebekah. “Mrs. Geoffrey.”Rebekahcs lips thinned. “Right, August. Just sit down while I get them outside please.”It took her more than twenty minutes to do that, and by the time she was done, I had started trembling, and regretting my decision. “Oh I don't think I'm going to stay,” I said suddenly standing up. “This might be a mistake.”“He has already chosen you, breathe.”.How could I breathe? How could a look shared with one

AugustThe first thing I heard was the laughter.It felt so freeing, so pure, echoing all around me, the grainy feel of hot sand burning beneath my feet, the wind rhyming with the bubbles of it. It was coming from me.“You are so cheating,” I gasped, catching my breath for the millionth time. “How is it fair?”“I am not cheating, I am winning,” a voice answered back. It was male, strong and sure. “You just hate losing, August.”I threw my head back, running down the seashore as my chest hurt from laughing even harder. “One of these days, I will beat you, cheat.”“Oh will you?”Strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me clean off the ground. I let out a sharp squeal, pushing against his shoulders.“Put me down.”“Accept you are a sore loser,” he retorted. “Just say it, I am a sore loser.”“I am a sore loser,” I laughed. “Now down.”He dropped me, still laughing. The vibration rumbled from his chest to mine, striking all the way to my toes. I had never felt safer.I pushed his chest,