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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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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
