My Unwanted Billionaire

I am getting ready with Amber for a party on Mr. Crawford’s yacht. These rich people have a lot of parties. I can’t remember the last time I spent my weekend at home. Mr. Jason is always taking me for one party to another. I asked Amber to escort me tonight to the party. I felt it would be nice to be with someone I know and get along with at these parties for once.

We are waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive as we get ready. Mr. Jason is taking us to the party and why he chose to go to the party with me is a mystery. I am putting on my earrings when I hear a car honking outside. Mr. Jason must be here. I quickly check myself in the mirror before I walk out of my room to join Amber, waiting by the door so we can leave. Amber is wearing a princess-cut deep v neckline dress of embroidered tulle in shades of blue.

We walk outside and find Mr. Jason standing beside his car, waiting for us. As I walk closer to him, he checks me out from head to toe. The dress I am wearing was not given to me by him or picked out by Vivienne. Since I am not escorting him to the party, I got the dress myself, and I believe I did a good job. I am wearing a long black crepe dress featuring a structured bow and handmade crystal embroidery on the side. I went all out for the first time because I have been to a lot of these parties. I know I can’t go there wearing a dress from a low brand store.

He looks at me for a good minute, and if I didn’t know better, I would say he got lost looking at me. He stops looking at me when Amber snaps her fingers in his face. I told him I was going with Amber, and he said he didn’t mind. I actually thought he would complain about me wanting to go with her since he is taking me there. I guess he is not as bad as he used to be before.

We step out of the car once we arrive at the harbor. I am about to grab Amber’s hand so we can walk into the yacht together when Mr. Jason comes and pull me away from her.

“Mr. Jason, I came with my friend. I can’t just leave her.”

“Don’t worry, Evan will handle that,” Mr. Jason says, walking us to the yacht.

“You asked Evan to keep her company. Why would you do that?” I don’t even want to imagine how furious Amber will be when she sees Evan. She will think I asked him to keep her company.

“Why are you asking me that? Are they not together?”

“No, they are not. Evan is the last person Amber wants to be with right now,” I say, turning around to walk back to Amber, but Mr. Jason stops me.

“That was not what I understood that day in the stables, and besides, they look ok. She does not need you to rescue her,” Mr. Jason says, and I look at them. Amber does not look angry as Evan tucks her hair behind her ear. If anything, she looks shy in front of him. I wonder what they are talking about.

“Thank God, I am so happy she is not angry to see him,” I say, calming down.

“I don’t know what you were worried about,” Mr. Jason says, and I am about to reply when I realize something. Mr. Jason and I just had a conversation like normal people. He didn’t speak to me harshly, and I didn’t quiver in fear while replying to him. We actually had a normal conversation. That’s so weird. I am even surprised he knows about Evan and Amber. Is he sick or something?

“Is something wrong?” I say, placing my hand on his forehead.

“What kind of question is that,” He says, slapping my hand away

“This is Mr. Jason, I know,” I say, smiling as I see the frown on his face from me touching his forehead and for asking that question.

“What are you saying?” He asks, confused.

“Nothing”

We step inside and walk to our table, which has Amber and Evan sitting with us, Luckily for me. Unfortunately for me, Evan sits beside me, or maybe not because Evan is also someone I am familiar with.

Halfway through the party, Evan and I excuse ourselves from everyone and find somewhere private to talk. I know it’s not good to meddle in people’s relationships, but I can’t just stand by and do nothing while Amber continues to get hurt every day because of him.

I explained to him how Amber can be when she has feelings for a guy and asked him to be more patient with her. Evan being the amazing person he is, understood and planned to do everything he could to make Amber realize he likes her and won’t harm her if she decides to be with him.

I am so happy my friend met a nice guy like him and not like me. The guy in my dreams makes me want to hide away from him every time I see him. I wonder why he can’t be more like Evan or Alex. Speaking of Alex, I have not heard from him in weeks. I blocked his number, so that is expected. I don’t want to have any problems with Mr. Jason because of him.

Evan and I engage in conversations that interest both of us after we finish talking about Amber. I spend the whole time laughing as Evan, and I reminisce about some comedy series we both like. By the time we decide to walk back to our table, my stomach hurts badly from laughing. I even thought I was done laughing until before Evan walked away from me. He reminds me of another funny scene from modern family. Unable to hold my laughter, I burst out giggling in front of everyone. I quickly stop once everyone around us starts looking at me weirdly.

I am walking back to my seat when someone roughly grabs my hand. I turn around and see it’s Mr. Jason and he looks pissed off. I wiggle my hand out of his and dig my feet to the ground because I know that look on his face very well. It’s the same one he had the night I ended up with a sore butt for a week. Mr. Jason notices what I am doing, and you won’t believe what he does next. Mr. Jason scoops me off the ground and takes me across his shoulder. I can’t believe he is doing this in front of everyone. I use my hair to cover my face as he walks away with me on his shoulder.

We don’t walk far before he drops me on the ground. I quickly run to the door and try and open it the second I am on the floor. I am not going to allow him to repeat what he did to me last time. I freeze in my actions as I hear things trashing behind me. I don’t dare turn around to see what he is doing, but there is no need because he comes and turns me around himself. He forcefully makes me face him as he pins me to the door. His hand is above my head, caging me in my spot. I watch his chest rise and fall rapidly. What could I have done to make him this angry God?

“Tell me, Eleanor, do you like seeing me like this? Do you like seeing me angry with you?” he yells, banging the spot above my head. I keep my mouth shut to not make him angrier by saying the wrong thing. “Fucking answer me,” He says, roughly shaking my body.

“N-N-N-o-o,” I stammer. Two-letter words have never felt more challenging to say in my life.

“If you don’t, then why don’t you ever listen to me? The spanking last time was not enough. Do you need me to unleash my beast on you before you listen to me?” He says, and I shake my head this time to tell him no. I wonder what it would be like if he released his inner beast on me. I would probably die because without it, I am suffering already.

“Then give me a reason why I shouldn’t take you across my legs right now and give you 20 lashes on each ass cheeks for laughing at something Evan said,” He says, and I pause for a minute.

He is furious with me because I laughed at what Evan said. I know he told me not to smile at other males except him, but this is too much even for him. He is angry because I laughed. I can’t believe this. Does he expect me to hold my laughter in when someone says something funny? If he does, then Mr. Jason needs to get himself checked at a hospital.

“You shouldn’t spank me because I think it’s my right to laugh or not at what Evan said”

“You see, Eleanor, that’s where you are wrong. Only I can tell you if you can laugh or not”

“Excuse me,” I say, looking at him confused and wondering if he is on something tonight.

“I own your laughter, Eleanor.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do and not just your laughter. I own all of you.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“No, you don’t,” I repeat. Is something wrong with Mr. Jason? Why in God’s name would he think he owns me?

“Yes, I do. I own all of you.” He says, whispering into my ear. “I own your ears” He uses his lips to brush my ears. “I own your mouth” He uses his hand to trace my lips, and I almost take his finger in my mouth if not that he moved it away. “I own your neck” He uses his nose to touch my neck to my shoulders. I resist the urge to bring his hot breath back to my neck. “I own your hands” He uses his hands to slowly rub my arms. “I own your legs” His hands glide up my legs from my knee, and I bite my lips to stop the moan threatening to come out. “And most importantly, I own what happens here,” He says, rubbing his nose down my belly and stop in front of my core. His hair tickles my breast on the way down, and I look at him confused and surprised with how my body responds to his touch. “To show you how much I own you. I will make your wildest dreams come true tonight,” He says, releasing my lips that I caught in between my teeth. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him.

Before I know what is happening, I feel his soft lips against mine. I can’t believe his lips are on mine right now. I don’t kiss him back because I am not sure if this is really happening or not. I feel his hand on my waist and moves down to roughly grab my ass, and that’s when I know this is not a dream. I slowly close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the life out of him. He tastes more amazing than I dreamed. I take my time savaging his mouth and enjoying the feeling of him against my lips. I can’t believe I am kissing Mr. Jason or that he is kissing me. This is so surreal. We release from our kiss when both of us are out of breath.

“I own you,” Mr. Jason says, with his forehead against mine.