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After spraying a last spritz of perfume, I cap the bottle and return it to my suitcase as I still haven’t unpacked. It’s been three days since my conversation with Mr. Alfred and refused to admit defeat. Though I’m waiting for him to send that contract, I’m sure I’ll find something there. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I looked tired, the blue of my eyes looking washed out and pale, unlike the usual baby blue color. My lips look pale, almost as shite as the shirt I have on, I shake off my concern before tossing my bag over my shoulder and making for the door, just a few steps down, I see a maid, the black haired one, Amelia I think, looking flushed, smoothing a hand over the skirt of her dress, she gives me a shy look biting her lower lips, we exchange a good morning before disappearing down the hallway. I look at the door she just exited. Okay… I continue on my way. It’s afternoon and I have my bag under one arm, my notes clutched to my chest. “Katy!” I paused mid-
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The next evening, I sat crossed legs on my bed, typing away on my laptop, texting occasionally with Hannah. She’s complaining about a slutty girl who keeps hanging around Kyle. I’m trying to dissuade her from plucking out said slutty girl's hair and scratching her eyes out, because I’m miles away from campus and won’t be able to bail her out of jail. From my bag pack, I bring out a pack of peanuts and a bottle of water. Poping the nuts in my mouth as I read a chapter in my textbook, I go over it a few times and then take down some notes. We should be having tests in a few weeks and then exams, I already pleaded for extensions on my assignments, but I doubt they'd do the same for tests.When I raise my head I see it’s past midnight, I feel cross-eyed, my brain a little fried from studying. The last text from Hannah was twenty minutes ago saying she and Kyle were driving home. I imagined they were probably having sex and all is right in their world once more. I packed my books, puttin
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I’ve never met anyone who threw me off as much as he does. He is a strange mixture of hot and cold, I’m unsure which of them I prefer. Pissing people off must be an inane talent of a gift from God to him because he does it so well. It took me a long time to fall asleep last night after the kitchen, I stayed up, planning every aspect of this conversation. I am ready for him this morning. Already dressed for school, I left my bag on a couch in the living room after Ms. Pac directed me to the room where Ian was having breakfast. I remained at the entryway glaring at him. “Well, good morning to you,” Ian said without looking up. I want to remain where I was, to ensure he can feel my displeasure from a distance but as always, he remains unaffected by my glares. The steaming food smelled nice and I didn’t see a need to deny myself so I strolled in. I take a seat beside him spreading a napkin on my lap. “Sleep well?” In an effort to control the direction of the conversation and my
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I should call an Uber, but it would take too long. His car it is. Hopefully, he’ll be holding his breath throughout the day wondering if he’s going to get a call that I trashed it. I meet the same security from earlier, “Can you show me to the garage? Ian wants me to drive one of the cars for today” I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself. He inclined his head in a nod. “Right this way Ma'am” I try to pick up my jaw when I’m led to the underground garage. It looks like a place where they sell cars. Expensive cars not like any dealership I’ve been to or where I got Beatle. “I don’t suppose Mr. Quinn is in the business?” I pointed to the vehicles in front of me. There were over twenty in total. “No, which would you like” I’m not an automobile enthusiast. I appreciate a nice one when I see it like everyone else. But this is something else. And their colors, they look like they each got a fresh paint job, and we’re polished to shine. My finger jumped from a red Ferrari to a
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I had a nice quiet weekend, stayed indoors studying, I really do have a lot of catching up to do, I just say that to get out of parting with Hannah. So I start with reading up and listening to recordings or lectures, for those available anyway, taking down questions before attempting a few assignments. It’s a slow process but if I keep at it, I should be ready enough to sit for tests, for the easy courses anyway. Ha. Ms. Pat is kind enough to send my meals, and some snacks during the day. A few times I heard a familiar baritone the sound carrying through my door but not too low to catch the words spoken. I didn’t do much as dip a toe out of my room, I felt the need to avoid him, and I felt like running into me would bring me bad luck so in my room I remained. Sunday afternoon I’m flipping through my physiology textbook, my eyes were hurting from too much studying, earlier, I pushed back the curtains to let in some natural light. I straightened at the sound of a knock on the door
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I find a reception at the first floor, business people, both men and woman, old and middle aged walk about, holding briefcases, cell phones to the ears or carrying a bunch of files. But they were all busy, no one stoops to talk to me, no one even notices me. I continue with my mission, “Excuse me” I call the attention of the receptionist, a pretty lady maybe a few years older then me, he lips painted a bright red that matches her top, at least what I can see of her outfit. “Hello, how can I help you today?” I look around, “Can you direct me to Ian Quinn’s office?” The woman does a double take“Mr Quinn?” “Yes” Now she gives me a once over her brows arching dubiously “Are you sure?” Trying to curve my emotions, I nod wishing she would direct me or send me to someone who can. She points to the elevators at the side, pursing her lips. “Take the elevator to the top top floor, I should warn that you can only see him if you have and appointment, you look like a nice girl, surely any
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IANThe little spit fire, my eyes follow her ass swaying as she stomped out of my office, banging the door shot. I try to blink away the sight of her shapely legs from my brain but I fear the image is burned to my retinas. Christ. I take a moment to adjust my cock tenting my pants. One would wonder where she was hiding all that fire in her little body, for a moment I thought she was going to hit me, I would have let her, I deserved it. Then I’d have proceeded to lay her on my table, it would take little effort to hold down that little body while she squirmed to get away, with only a hand on her spine and leaving my other hand free to redden that pert ass for daring to hit me. The thought of spanking my kitten has my blood rushing south and I curb the thoughts leashing them and tossing them at the back of my mind lest I hunt her down and give her something to really scream about. And she would scream. Katy is too wound up, too quiet, what she needs is someone to help her let go, t
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***Getting through the rest of my day was a struggle. Ian has me twisted up I just wanted to scream or maybe break something in frustration. I should never have gone to his office.I could barely pay attention to my lectures which was bad as I was already behind. And I can't ask Hannah if I could move in with her because I feared what he would do. Sees him at home Monday night, I shoot him a displeased look and walk past him. “Good day, kitten?”I scoffed, he’s really enjoying this, isn’t he? I shot him a displeased look and walked past him. I'm almost at the corner that leads to the rooms when he calls “And Katy?” I paused at the sound of my actual name coming from his mouth.Katy, not kitten or a little mouse or anything degrading. It’s probably why I turned to him, I couldn’t help but hear what he had to say. “Be back here every night”“Do I also have a curfew, Dad?”“Do you need one?”Don’t curse at him Katy, don’t curse at him-“How about eleven? It’s a good time” Ian offer
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Bound By the Billionaire Epilogue
“He used to come visit us” a voice called lightly behind me. It’s been two weeks since Ian moved back into the house, and I gradually returned to the land of the living, doing... well, things like waking up, leaving my bed, and talking to other people, this is one step I hadn't been able to make until this afternoon. We were taking it slow. I was learning to trust him again. We talked, spending as much time outside work as we could, breakfast every morning before he went to work and I, did whatever I wanted as it was the summer break, then dinner in the evenings, maybe a movie, and then bed. Separate beds. It was a little weird. But like I said, taking it slow. He showed me the file he had on me, it had been… very detailed, and even contained some information I hadn’t known about myself. He’s also promised not to keep things from me again. I’ve been spending more and more time at the foundation, Naomi agreed to take me on as an assistant teacher for the little
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I am so wet I did take much, only a slight bite of pain which I ignored in my need to have him inside, I shook as I sat on his hips, our groins flushed as flutters recked me. I cupped my breast pinching my nipple as I rolled my hips. So thick, hot and hard between my walls I fell foward, a hand smooths up my spine, into my hair and he captured my lips in a deep kiss. Groaning into my mouth as my hips rolled taking him deeper. Fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking good” he groaned moving beneath me. Flashes of lightening colored the sky lightening up the room. “No” I knocked his hand away planted my palms on his chest when he made to rise, his hands reaching for me. “No Ian! Or I’ll stop” I warned slamming my hips down on his cock. He made a pained sound and curled his hands into a fist. “Let me touch you baby, please” “No” I snapped. Veins corded his neck as he threw his head back, pleasure and pain twisting his features as I boun
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Panic gripped me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” I couldn’t stay here with him. Alone. “Incase you didn’t notice, it’s raining heavily” My eyes flew to the windows, rivulets of water lined the glass. “I’ll drive carefully, it’s fine” “Absolutely not, you will stay” the sharpness of his tone had me glancing at him. This close, the light amusement drained from his features and I noted a hint of displeasure in his eyes. “You are upset” But why? “What gave it away?” He cocked. “I’ve been away from my wife and my home for almost two weeks, your father passed and you spun my wishes to comfort you, you act as though I am a stranger when we have lived together for almost half a year, so yes, wife, I am upset, but that is a conversation for another time because even in my displeasure, I worry, so you will stay the night, I have several bedrooms, pick one. Allen will drop you off in the morning” Well crap. With nothing to say, I dipped my chin. It was futile anyway.
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The location leads me to an apartment complex in the city. I pack in the underground garage, The black Ferrari I’d named Bumper was packed at the curb when I stepped out of the house, the key fob in the drivers seat when I made my way around. I glance around as I shut off the vehicle my phone pinged with a text in the cup holder. Second elevator. It read Passcode: 0676 I drew in a fortifying breath before popping the door open. Cool wind blasted my face and through my loose hair. I tugged my jacket closer, seems it’s going to rain, I think as I looked around for the elevator and made my way towards it. After agreeing to meet him, I’d taken some time to freshen up and actually run a brush through my hair. I pushed the call button, moving from foot to foot, my belly queasy as waited for the evaluator to arrive. Ping I startled as the elevator door slid open. Is it too late to get back in my car? I could just tell him something came up. And talk later, it didn’t hav
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** Heat swooped down my belly settling in my core. Long fingers smoothed down my chest, cupping the weight and settling on my taut nipple pinching softly, I hummed, moaning out a name.My toes curled, heat enveloped me, molten lava swooped down my belly and I ached right there, between my legs. I let out a low moan, my thighs clenching at the beautiful stretch, a finger pressed down my clit and I sighed. I loved it when he did that. The movement quickened, smooth thrusts, and my thighs parted to give him more room, my head rolling from side to side as pleasure swept through me. I gasped and my lids blinked open, I was on my side one the bed, my heart beating so fast, in tempo with the throbbing between my legs. I shifted unto my back, blinking in confusion as reality washed over me, I'm in bedAlone.My core clenched painfully around my fingers and I realized how close to orgasm I was.I glanced at the bed once more, scanning the room and confirmed I was truly alone.I could have sw
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The day after Ian left, Dad passed away in his sleep, the nurse said his heart stopped beating. He’d gone quietly, painlessly. He was buried a week later.I didn't go. I couldn’t. I bared a grudge, maybe later I’d regret it but I am hurt. It wasn't like me, goody two shoes Katy, who always did what was expected of me. I didn't recognize myself these days.He’d been laid to rest beside my mum as he wanted. With mom and dad gone, and him… I was truly alone now. I’d gotten condolences and well wishes from Elise and Naomi, a few of Dad’s colleagues, his assistant at the company, and peers from high school on my social media had reached out also.I looked at them without responding.At some point, I got a notification that I'd missed my appointment at the clinic for another shot of birth control and to reschedule. I swiped away the notification so fast, and turned off my phone after that. Hannah has been by twice, the first time, I’d been surprised to see her and it showed. “You hav
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“I will not risk you” “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” I swallowed shakingly. Learning about my mother sealed it. I was coming along end of. “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” For as long as I can remember, I let others make decisions in my life. No more. Ian refused and I threatened to follow them. “Not if you lock you in your room” he returned. “Do that and I’ll never speak to you again!” I yelled. “At least you’ll be alive” I shook on the spot. “I’m not joking Ian- I swear I’ll- I need to be there. If they killed my mother, almost killed me, I need to see them face to face” He glared at me. I glared right back. My mind was made up. That evening, we seat at the back of the Bently. Mr. Allen drove with Mason rode shotgun. Another vehicle with security traveling behind us. I'm slightly surprised when we come to a stop in a normal looking building. I half expe
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“You knew me… before the courthouse,” I say the next morning. In his office where I'd met he and Mr Allen talking in low tones over a screen. They immediately went quiet, Ian had clicked it off when I let myself in and I wondered how many times I've seen him do that. I never cared to check what he was doing, and why would I? The other man nodded once and left the room. And I shoved my hands into my front pockets as I walked further into the room. He seems more himself this morning, in control, assured. Behind his large oak table, fingers steeped loosely over the now faced down tablet, he just looked at me, “Is that supposed to be a question" “Did you know me, Ian?” “Yes” What was that he said last night? He saw me, he wanted me and he got me? I nodded. “How?” He looked me over and I felt his internal turmoil as he debated what to tell me. “I first saw you in traffic, you were helping some kids crossing the road, I’m not sure what about it caught my attention," he said soft
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I didn’t know his name when I signed my name on that contract, then I moved into his house, with time I allowed him into my life, into my body. He might have been a stranger but I’d always felt a certain amount of safety that my dad knew him, chose him to be my husband and take over his company. I was wrong. So very wrong.Suspicions and doubt rose in my mind like a seven headed snake. Who is he?What did he want?With my father’s company. With me. I doubt it had anything to do with me.It had to be the company.I’m reminded that of recent he cut off Eunice and Monica’s allowance, it seemed he had done it to get back at them on my behalf but what if it wasn’t? Then there’s Mr. Grayson who I actually know to be a friend and partner of my dad's and has been ever suspicious of Ian, God, have I been a fool? There’s also Mr. Alfred, dad trusted him and so I trusted him, but how many times has Ian shown to be very aware of my discussions with the lawyer? Ian could have bought him of
