In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 21

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 21

I looked around and was surprised to see just two cars… One SUV and one Ferrari. Wait- isn’t he supposed to have so many cars? Last I checked, he had an automobile company in Las Vegas? He sells cars?
“Why do you have just two cars?” I had to ask.

“How does it affect you? And why the hell are you still here?” His tone was that of pure irritation.

I took my time in studying his facial features, his eyes were really pretty and his lashes were so long, would I be crazy if I said they were longer than the artificial ones girls put on nowadays? His jaw line was perfect and he matched up to my first impression of him. A god.

I shouldn’t be appreciating his beauty! I should be condemning and hating him for what he did to me, yet here I am, admiring his perfect face… He had this innocent look in his eyes that made me just want to lean in and say everything’s okay…

I shouldn’t be thinking this! This man kidnapped me! He’s a stranger! A complete stranger who is also a psychopath.

I looked away immediately and when I looked back up, I caught his staring at me, but he looked away too, pretending like he wasn’t staring.

“Look, just go inside okay?” He said, unlocking his car door and getting in, I unlocked the passengers side and got in too, locking the door beside me.
“What the hell are you doing? Get out now!” He warned.

“No. I want to come with you.”
“Why?”

“I told you why! I don’t wanna get bored at home and I also want to get to kno-”
“Shut up. And get out.” He gritted out.
“Do I irritate you that much? I’m putting on clothes now, it’s not like I’m Unclad or something?” I spat out angrily, the feeling of yesterday gushing back to me in full force.
Did he really feel irritated by me that much? Am I that ugly? I felt tears build up in my eyes.
This was a Mistake… Maybe I wasn’t over it yet…

I was about to get off when he spoke.
“Fine.” Emeliano said, looking away and starting up the engine.
“R-really? I can come?” I asked, excitement in my voice.

“Yeah, whatever.” His Tone was hard, but it didn’t affect me like it used to, and this is just the second day… I can do this…

The car started to move.
“So, any heads up on what to do and say when I get there?” I asked him.
He just ignored me and continued driving.
“Will I have to answer to their greetings? Oh, I’m a nobody, of course I’ll have to answer.”

Still no response
“Will Marcos be there?”
Nothing

“Are we almost there?”
Nothing
“Do you have a personal assistant?”
Nothing.
He looked like he was in his own world, probably wondering why I was talking to him and acting like nothing happened.
“Are your workers friendly or are they as grumpy as you are?”
No response.

“Am I dressed well? Sorry- that came out wrong, you hate my body so you wouldn’t know.” I said, looking out of the the window, in the Corner of my eyes, I saw his grip tighten on the wheel, like he was restraining himself from doing something.

“Mason lied to me.” I said out of no where. “He told me I was beautiful, he actually made me feel good about myself… Little did I know he was just trying to make me feel good. I didn’t know I was that ugly.” I said, mostly to myself than to him… But I was pretty sure he heard cause he made a noise at the back of his throat.

“Anyways, thanks for letting me know the truth.” I said.
Still no response.

“Just a quick question though? Is anyone going to ask me to strip Unclad because I said no to them? I want to be prepaa-whoa!”
The car gave a loud screeching sound before it came to a sudden stop at the side of the road.

Emeliano’s turned to me, his eyes were not showing anger or anything, it was filled with- with guilt.

And what he said next, confirmed it.
“I’m sorry.”
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