My Unwanted Billionaire

I am waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive at the venue for the dinner ball. I am wearing a beautiful nude gradient tulle dress embellished with flowery silky appliques and a sweeping V-neck, bearing a high slit that cumulates towards the side. Even though Vivienne picked out the dress for me, it’s still something I would have chosen. I didn’t have time to spare during the week to go shopping for the dress, and Mr. Jason only needed her approval for me to wear it.

I don’t wait long before Mr. Jason arrives. I am waiting for him in front of the ballroom. I see him walking into the corridor where the ballroom is, and like always, he looks dashing. He is wearing a black tuxedo, and with every step he takes, I get more enchanted with his handsomeness. Once he is in front of me, I am blown away by how gorgeous he looks.

“Come with me,” He says through gritted teeth. He grabs my arm roughly and pulls me into a room. Why is he behaving like this? Did I do anything wrong? My dress is beautiful, and my makeup and hair were done by a professional, so I look beautiful tonight. I wonder what I did to cause him to be angry.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He asks, throwing me against the wall. He cages me between the wall and him.

“A dress,” I say, wondering what is wrong with my gown. My dress is stunning, so I don’t understand why it seems like he does not like it.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“A dress, you call this a dress. I can see your legs and your back. You call this thing a dress. You might as well be naked,” He yells at me.

I paused for a minute to make sure I heard him well. Did he just complain about my dress being too revealing? My gown is not too revealing. Yes, it has a slit by the side, and my back is open, but that’s just it. It’s not like you can see my underwear because of the slit. And a little back skin is not even close to being naked. Most importantly, why does he care if my dress is revealing or not. It being revealing is not something that should be his business.

“Mr. Jason, I don’t think my dress is too revealing.”

“You don’t think it’s revealing,” He says, getting angrier. I am starting to think I should have thought about my words carefully before I said them. “Let me show you how revealing it is, “He says, and the next thing I know, I feel his hands on my knee. What the hell is going on? Why is he putting his hand on my exposed knee? His hands glide up my leg slowly. My skin burns with a pleasurable sensation everywhere his hand’s touch. I find myself panting and biting my lips to stop the moan threatening to escape my mouth as his fingers continue to go up to my leg. What the hell is wrong with me? “I can fucking get to your pussy because of how high the slit is,” He roars in my face as he digs his nails into my waist.

My eyes widen the more I feel his nails digging into my waist. I can’t believe what is happening. Suddenly his tight grip on my waist starts to lose, and he moves his face close to my ears. “Do you still think it’s not revealing?” He says, taking his time to say each word in my ear. I scent his cologne with him close to me, and he smells divine. I feel his lips brush my ears as he brings his face back in front of me. His minty breath fanned my neck as I felt a shiver go down my spine as his mouth brushed my ear.

God, what just happened? One minute I am confused and supposed to be feeling violated with him touching me, but instead, I am biting my lips to hold back a moan. I don’t even understand what is wrong with me.

“Excuse me, sir,” I say, pushing him away for me to walk out of the room. I cannot bear to spend another minute with him in the room.

The sexual tension in the air was too much, and I don’t even understand how from disagreeing with him about my dress been revealing to me wanting him to take me there. Oh God, what is happening?

Once I am sure I don’t want to rip Mr. Jason’s clothes off his body, I walk back to the ballroom. I find Mr. Jason waiting for me by the door. I am surprised he is waiting for me. I expected him to have gone inside and left me outside. I think he also needed some time to think after what just happened. He places his hand on my waist and walks us into the hall.

“Never wear this type of dress again,” He says, digging his nails into my waist as we walk in.

“Okay, sir,” I agree because after what happened earlier. I am never wearing a dress with a slit close to him.

We take our seats, and halfway through the event, I get bored and decide to excuse myself from Mr. Jason. I walk away from the ballroom and find myself in the hotel pool area. I relax on the beach chair with a champagne flute in my hand. I took one before leaving the ballroom.

“Hello, Eleanor,” A voice says, startling me from behind. Alex comes up from behind me with a smile on his face.

“You scared me,” I say, calming down since it’s Alex. I also realize something. I felt his breath on my neck, but it just felt nice.

It didn’t make me feel hot like Mr. Jason’s does, and I wonder why because I also find Alex attractive.

“That was the plan, and what are you doing here away from the party,” He says, taking a seat beside me. I told Alex about Mr. Jason refusing to allow me to skip the ball tonight, so we moved our trip to next weekend. Alex also had an invite to the party and came since our trip was canceled.

“You should know by now, that is not my style of partying.”

“I do, but won’t you be bored here alone by yourself.”

“I have you now, so I won’t,” I say, smiling.

“Yes, you do, and are you hungry. You came in when dinner was already over.”

“You saw me when I walked in,” I say, surprised. I didn’t see him when I walked in. My whole mind was trying to ignore the feeling Mr. Jason’s warm hands were giving to my bare back as we walked in.

“Yes, I did, and did I tell you? You look ravishing tonight,” He says, smiling.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Forgive me for not saying it as soon as I saw you. you look gorgeous tonight,” He says,

“Thank you,” I say, blushing.

“You’re welcome and come.” He says and grabs my hand to help me stand up. “You must be hungry. Let’s find something for you to eat,” He says, pulling me up.

“Thank you,” I say, standing up with his help. He does not release my hand even after I am standing and walks us inside the hotel.

I think about removing my hand from his in case Mr. Jason sees us, but I don’t. I don’t think he will come out of the ballroom anytime soon, and I want to enjoy this beautiful moment with Alex. His hands might not make me feel the same way Mr. Jason’s hand does, but it still feels nice to hold hands with him.

My life is flashing before my eyes as I watch the glare Mr. Jason throws at me as he sees Alex and I walking into the lobby with our hands linked together and smiling at each other. I can’t believe I told myself the possibility of him leaving the ballroom is little. What was I thinking about openly being affectionate with Alex? He is going to kill me today. He takes quick steps towards us, and the second I blink my eyes, he is in front of Alex and I.

“I see you chose to disobey me again. You will regret it the minute I am done with you tonight,” He says, forcefully removing my hand from Alex’s and drags me outside with him.

As we wait for the valet to bring his car, I think about running away, but his tight grip on my hand prevents that from happening. He throws me inside the vehicle and locks the door as he walks to the driver’s seat. It’s like he read my mind and knew that the second he released his hold on me. I would run away from him. He quickly enters the car and drives out of the hotel. The whole way to where ever he is taking us, he does not say a single word but with how hard he is holding the steering wheels tells me he is super pissed off with me.

The car comes to a halt after a few minutes. I look out the window and realize we are at his apartment. He walks out of the vehicle but locks it as he walks over to my side to open the door for me. This is the first time he has ever opened the door for me, and I never want him to open the door for me again. He pulls me out of the car and drags me to the elevator with him.

“Mr. Jason,” I say as we enter the elevator. I want to try and figure out why he is taking me to his house. He ignores me and presses the elevator button up to his apartment.

We step out of the elevator once we reach his apartment, and he walks us upstairs. I have this sickening feeling in my stomach that something horrible is about to happen.

We enter his room, and he finally releases my arm. I look at the spot his hand was, and you can see his fingerprint on my skin. His grip was really tight. I look around the room, trying to find out why we are here but stop once I hear him flapping something. I look at him, and he has already taken off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt. He is holding a belt. Does Mr. Jason want to flog me? No, he wouldn’t. That is not acceptable. I turn around to run to the door when his voice stops me.

“Don’t bother, I already locked it,” He says, and all the blood leaves my body as I realize my fate. I turn back to look at him, and his face shows no emotion except anger. He is furious that I held hands and smiled at Alex tonight. “Come closer,” He says, and my legs suddenly give out, making me fall to my knees. Mr. Jason is going to whip me tonight, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.