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Bound By the Billionaire 48
The door shuts quietly behind us. The room is toasty, I almost feel my face begin to thaw. The heat is on full blast. A trail of water runs from my scalp down my neck and down the front of my dress. My fingertips tingle.He tips my head back to get me to look at him, green eyes looks do on mine with intensity a breath passes my lips. He watches me for a moment, Ian pats my hair once more with the towel “I’ll be right back” I watch his back as he moves directly to the bathroom, the light comes on and I hear water running and he returns without his jacket, no tie and the arms of his shirt pushed up. The black waistcoat now damp from my hair matches his charcoal pants and belt. He removes the wet towels from my shoulders and head dumping them on the floor. “Would you like to bath with your bag?” The question snapped me from my frozen haze and I realize I’m still hugging my bag pack and the car keys to my chest. I release it slowly and Ian smiles encourageinly. He takes them
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It’s pouring so heavily, the car is speeding, flying down the road. My little fingers sqeeese into the strap holding me, I turn to the woman driving the car. Her pretty dark hair is curly, flying in the breeze, She turns to smile at me one last time “Don’t worry Katy, it’s me and you forever” I nodded. A bright light blinded me. Followed by a crash, and then we were flying. Glass shattered the woman looked at me with empty eyes, her head in an odd angle, a pretty curly hair hanging on her forehead, red dripped on my neck, getting on my princess dress, red, so much red. “Katy” “Katy!” Someone was calling my name from what seems to be a thousand miles away. I felt hands on my cheeks, shaking me “Wake up kitten!” I wake on a gasp, a large hand frames the side of my face, the other on my upper arm holding me down. I jerked, trying to get up, wheezing. Jesus I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I breath? My lips part and I sucked in a glup of air. “Katy?” The voice called right
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“Why are you up?” He tosses his phone into the table the second he sees me, getting up and abandoning his mug beside the plates. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” Resting? I just woke up. “Uh? I have classes today” He meets me halfway into the room his hands coming to my upper arms over the material of my dress. “Skip. You almost caught your death out there last night” I shook my head. I finger clutching the sides of my dress at the thought of last night, my loose hair flying about my cheeks. “I feel much better now” He looked down at me. “Are you sure?” “Sure” I answered. Trying to sound fine. His eyes remains on my for a long moment, before skimming my cheeks and down my neck. “You do look much better this morning” he turns but doesn’t release me, leading me to my usual chair at the table, pulling it back and tucking me in. “Thought I would prefer if you stayed in bed for the day just to be safe” “That would be a waste” “Prioritizing your health is never a waste Kitten” Now sea
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I guess Ian was right that I needed rest because I begun to feel sleeping during my second class. I only managed to keep my eyes open through the third. During lunch, Hannah and I tossed around outfit ideas and noted the stores we would be visiting this weekend in preparation for JBK concert. After my last class I bid them good bye, my eyes half closed, Sam laughing at me. And forgoing our studying session. I hurry back home and collapsed on my bed only managing to kick off my shoes. It must at least be hours later when I hear my phone ring, the sound waking me up. Swiping my fingers over my eyes, I yawned loudly. “Man… that was a good nap” sometimes there was no better feeling than waking up from a well deserved nap. Would have been better if it wasn’t interrupted but we get what we get. Leaning over the bed for my bag which I dumped by the floor in my haste to get in bed, I fished my phone from my side pocket one handedly then I flipped it over to the front, frowning at the scre
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“Kitten?”I turned at the sound of his voice as Ian strolled into the kitchen one hand in his pants pocket, his expression cool. “I was just about to come get you, let’s go” he prompted at me to join him.I dropped the glass into the sink running the water with a flick of my wrist “Go where?”He looks to have changed from his suit this morning to a dark shirt and matching pants.Ian comes up to stand behind me, this close I can see his hair is damp, and a dark strand of his falls over his forehead hanging an inch from his brow, he waves at my concerns “Don’t know” he cocked a brow “Anywhere, I’m in the process of making an executive decision” and I resisted the urge to lean forward and smooth his hair back from his forehead.I bet it would be soft. I turned to face him fully, trying to remember what he said, leaning against the counter I crossed my hands under my breasts, “Then shouldn’t you be doing that?”Now standing right in front of me, he smiled “I am, but need to take my mind
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“Where here” Ian announced.I dropped my arms, licking my dry lips as I looked at everything but the man beside me.“Where?” I questioned, looking around.In front of us is a restaurant. Those kinds you couldn’t get into without a reservation and they always tend to be fully booked, their nearest availability being weeks away. The super fancy kind. I turned to him with wide eyes. “They’ll never let me in looking like this” I was wearing flip flops for goodness sake. He shrugged in response and opened his door. Releasing a breath, I did the same, I suppose if they turned us away I would only be embarrassed for the next decade of my life.No biggie.The hostess was unable to hide her revolution at the sight of my outfit, I didn’t blame her, I was ruining the front for their fine establishment, and my old sweater did not match the decor. Ian looks perfect as always, complete with a Rolex glinting at his wrist.If Eunice would see me now. She was one of those who advocated on being
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He doesn’t let me settle before he has the waiters coming back with plates of food. A large plate of spaghetti and meatballs is placed in front of me, causing me to frown.“I can’t possibly eat all this, please have them take it back” The sight of it was intimidating I wasn’t sure where to start. “You don’t have to eat all of it” he got the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and poured two glasses.“But-“ “Just a few spoons, tell me when you’re tired and I’ll have them take it away” I looked at the plate, the scent of garlic streaming up my nostrils. It smelled nice. “But wouldn’t that be wasting?” “Whatever they do with it afterwards is none of your concern” He held out one glass of red to me.I accepted it slowly, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to drink. The last time I had alcohol we didn’t speak for a week. “How were your classes today?” “I wouldn’t know, I dozed off for most of it” I cringed scooped up a few noodles with my fork, and brought it to my lips. Hmmmm, not
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In class, I’m reminded that I have to see Eunice and Monica today, I was so not looking forward to that, either way, keeping an eye on Professor Edwards, I clicked my phone awake up my conversations thread with Ian. I’d slept like a baby after getting home last night, with my books scattered on the floor, I managed to brush my teeth before jumping in bed. Ms Pat informed me he left for a meeting early this morning so I had breakfast by myself. It’s been days since I last texted him. I can’t believe I was mad at him just two days ago. A wip lash, the man was giving me a wip lash. I type out a text hitting send. Me: Can Allen drive me home in about an hour? His man still gave me a ride this morning and is sitting in the lot right now. The man was all kinds of intimidating and hadn’t spoken a single word to me. I turn back to class, writing a few sentences on my book when my phone lights up. Ian Quinn: What has happened? Are you feeling ill?” He must think I mean his house. Ke
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