Mr. Billionaire - S01 E12 (Story Episode)

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Mr. Billionaire - S01 E12 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

I woke up the next morning in a king sized bed. The chandelier hung gracefully overhead. I rolled over to get more sleep and came face to face with a sleeping Liam. I yelped and scooted away. Liam opened one eye, looked at me and sighed closing it back.
“I’m not inside you, so I don’t understanding why you’re screaming at 7:00 in the morning.” He grinned a little.
“Why are we in the same bed?” I panicked. “Did we–?”

He opened his eyes, looking right at me. “Did we what?” His eyes were shining in amusement.

“You know, do the nasty?” My face was hot with embarrassment, I desperately tried to remember.

He laughed. His laugh bounced off the walls and his cheeks flushed from how hard he was laughing. He looked so beautiful when he laughed like that.

“No, love, we didn’t have sex.” He was grinning like a maniac. “But we can fix that if you want.” His grin changed into something softer, his eyes sparkled and landed on my lips, he softly bit his own lip. His expression said it all, he wanted to take me right now. My heart fluttered.

“No thanks,” I said quickly, rushing out of bed and practically running to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on my back the entire time and it made me feel like I was walking weird.

I closed the bathroom door and locked it, because honestly I didn’t want him ‘accidentally’ walking in on me and seeing me naked. How mortifying would that be?

I brushed my teeth and when I was done I turned on the shower. When the water was warm I stripped myself and hopped into the shower. As I showered, I began to remember yesterday.

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After the limo ride where Liam had desperately made me want him to kiss me, we had arrived at his house. As soon as we were inside I looked around in amazement. I still couldn’t get over how beautiful this place was.

A tall, well built man came and took my suitcase from Liam’s hands, murmuring, “Welcome home, Liam.”

The man looked at me with a hard stare. I refused to shrink back under his gaze, I gave him a hard stare right back.

The man suddenly grinned and said, “Liam, are you gonna introduce me to this beautiful young lady?” He had a slight English accent.

“Yvonne, this is my personal butler, Chauncey. Chauncey, this is my girlfriend, Yvonne.”
The man grinned widely, a dramatic change considering how he had just been glaring at me moments before. Was he bipolar?

“Nice to meet you, Yvonne,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Nice to meet you too, Chauncey. ” I smiled.

“I’ll just put your suitcase away for you.” He smiled at us one last time and walked off.

“He seems nice,” I said to Liam.
Liam nodded, a sad far away look in his eyes. “Chauncey has served my family for almost thirty years. I’ve known him since I was just a baby.”

I was surprised. Almost thirty years? But Chauncey didn’t look a day over thirty himself.
“How old is he?” I wondered aloud.

“Fifty-seven.” Liam smirked when my jaw dropped in shock. “He’s still in good health though.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”