Blake's POV
After looking into the incident at the club. We discovered that some girls were contracted to drug my brother, and unwittingly, Bexley fell victim. Asaf was their target. They wanted to ruin him. I had instructed my men to get the girls involved and to make sure to destroy anything they might be holding against him. I am sitting here on a sofa in my room observing Bexley's condition. I didn't get enough sleep. I woke up around eight in the morning. Usually, I'm used to waking up around six in the morning. I would use my gym for one hour and thirty minutes before bathing and getting ready for work. But today is Saturday. I habitually sleep and wake up late. But due to all the events of last night. I couldn't get proper sleep and it's exhausting. I called my doctor and he is on his way here to check them. We still don't know what kind of drug was used on 'em. Trying to observe Bexley. She just woke up. And finally, I can breathe. Bexley's POV I woke up on a very soft, fluffy, comfortable bed. It feels like heaven. But when reality struck me. I opened my eyes and peered around the big luxurious bedroom. I knew this was not my bedroom and it certainly not close to what I'm used to. Then I gaze intently at my body. I am wearing a man's shirt. I thought it could be Asaf's. But then I recollected that Asaf passed out before me in the club. And I also recall being drugged. "Oh my God. I've been kidnapped". I screamed. "Oh please, can you bring your voice down? ". A familiar voice spoke. When I tilted my head, I saw Blake, Asaf's brother, sitting on a sofa, looking at me. I felt a pang in my head. But I shook it off. "How did I get here? Where am I? What did you do to me? ". I asked him "How do I answer your questions? ". He got up and walked to the bed. I pulled up the sheets over my body as he sat on the edge of the bed. "First of all. You are in my house. In my bed. Lucky you. You are the first woman to sleep in my bed. The shirt you are wearing is also mine because your puke ruined your clothes". He paused as I glared at him. "And how did you get here? It was simple because you were brought here last night, together with my brother by my guards. It's like you both were drugged in the club. And you passed out". He explained. "Oh my God. Yeah, I remember. But did you change my clothes?". I asked curiously. "Yes, I did" "Why? " "I am sorry, I had no other choice. But, I couldn't leave you in your stinking clothes. I had to bathe you and change your clothes". He explained "Did you touch me?". I asked "Yes I did" "You touched me? Oh God. I am no longer a...". I paused and cleared my throat. "Why did you do that to me? I yelled. "Stop whining OK. I did no such thing to you. Please stop ". He sighed. "So, you are a virgin? He asked me teasingly and he started laughing. "Why are you laughing? What's funny? Will you please stop? This is embarrassing. Why are you such an asshole? ". I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. After which I came back. "Where are my things? I asked while standing at the door. " In the trash bin". He replied "Why did you do that? I could just get it washed. Ouch". I felt my head throbbing again. "I am sorry. I just couldn't stand the smell". He replied and I felt bad for causing trouble. "I am sorry. I usually don't puke after drinking. And I took just two shots of the whiskey. Wait. Where is Asaf? "In his room. Sleeping". He replied. He stood up about to walk away. "My doctor will soon be here to check you. Until then, Come down when you freshen up for breakfast. You can wear those". He pointed to some clothes on the bed. "I don't know if they will fit. But I will get you something more comfortable later". And after which he left the room. As much as I am grateful for his care. I still hate the fact that he changed my clothes. How do I face this arrogant man now that he has seen me naked? I sighed and took the clothes he dropped for me to change into. I looked at it. Just a pair of shorts and a tank top. Not too bad. Olive colour to be precise. I walked to the bathroom to shower. Coming down the stairs. The aroma of food wafted all over the place as I walked down to the living room. I walked to the kitchen which was also attached to the living room. Though the house is extremely beautiful and commands luxury. But, the kitchen is on a different level. Blake was busy cooking. What? He is cooking? I can't believe I could be this lucky to see this. Mr Billionaire is cooking? Unbelievable. This is so hilarious, I can never think that this man can ever live a simple life like this. Not with his arrogant nature and bodyguards and wealth. I think there is more to know about him. And I am so curious to find out. "So, you cook? I curiously asked. "Yes, I do" He replied as he handed me a cup of coffee. "Thanks". I said. I hope I'm not dreaming. "You're welcome". He replied. "I know you are having a headache. But, I don't want to give you any pills until the doctor comes. I hope you understand" He sat on the chair in front of the kitchen Islander. I walked close to him and I sat on the marble islander with my cup of coffee. "I made pancakes, omelette sausages, toast and a sandwich. What would you like to have? ". He nicely asked and before I could say anything. I heard another familiar voice from behind "Everything. I want everything, brother". Asaf replied to his brother's question and was shocked immediately when he saw me. "What are you doing here Bex?" He asked. He walked around and came face to face with me. "Good morning to you too". I greeted while beaming. Then I felt a slight headache again. Asaf walked close and put a kiss on my lips gently giving me a tight hug "Are you two dating? ". Blake asked scowling.Blake's POV I was in my kitchen making breakfast. I know you might think of me as being a cold heartless billionaire as people call me. But truly. This is me. I have loved cooking since I was a teenager. After my mother left us. I used to be by my father whenever he cooked for us. I learned from him. I still can't stop myself from thinking about how my mother left us. She left when we needed her the most. That action of hers changed me. Especially my perspective on women. I hate them. That is the reason I don't want to have a relationship with any woman. But when I am at home. Or when I am around my brother or my Father. I become the sweet Blake I used to be. It has been like this for years now. "So, you cook? ". A question from Bex. "Yes, I do" Turning to face her. I gave her a cup of coffee. I also let her know that a doctor is coming to check on her and Asaf. And she appreciated it while she sat on the kitchen islander. Tucking the stray strands of her curly hair behind
Blake's POV "Who is this whore Blake? ". She spat! Now, that got me upset, and I will not let it go. But before I could speak. Bex did something breathtaking. "Excuse me. You are the whore here. Are you blind to see that this man here is taken?" My eyes popped out of their sockets, and I was speechless. All of a sudden, without a warning. Bex invaded my lips again and this time. I lost it. I returned the kiss. I kissed her hard and I don't care about the consequences. I picked her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around my hips. And took me through a deep passionate kissing session. At first. I wanted to take her to my room and fuck her hard. But I changed my mind because I knew she was only playing with me just to get back at Sharon. So I played along enjoying the moment. We kissed and she was grinding on my crotch. It was a dangerous thing she did. I took her to the sofa in my living room. I sat down and she was straddling me and did not break from the kiss. The ki
"Good morning Blake". Bexley greeted Blake but, he ignored her greeting and walked out without paying her any attention. Bexley was shocked. She couldn't understand Blake. At first, he was arrogant. Then, he became nice all of a sudden. And now, he is back to being himself again. "Don't get upset over that. My brother can be very funny. He must have been angry over something". Bexley nodded and picked up her bag. *** Bexley and John arrive at school. They rode in the same car. John sometimes picks Bex up when going to school. His house is just a five-minute drive from Bex's. Asaf parks beside John's Car. They all came out of the cars, hugging and exchanging greetings. Brad also got there and he parked his car not too far from where Asaf's and John parked. He came walking to them and after exchanging greetings. They all walked together. Bexley was dressed in a baggie ripped jeans and a white baggie top. With a blue sneakers. Her hair was tied up and rolled in a bun.
Blake's POV I got a call this morning from Israel. The only man I trust to handle all my Illegal businesses ever since I came clean. My right-hand man. He told me to come to the warehouse before going to the company. I know that Israel would never have called if it wasn't important. So, I headed there immediately. And when I got there. I entered the warehouse and was greeted by my men there. I rushed down to Israel's office to see him. Since I know how important this is. "Boss. We have a problem" Israel spoke. I sat down and looked up at him and I asked him to calm down. "Tell me. What happened? " I asked. "It's Lorenzo. He stole from you. And he was the one involved in drugging Asaf and his girl, Bexley". He clarified I don't know why hearing him calling Bex Asaf's girl got me worked up. But, I have a very big case before me. If Lorenzo is after my brother. It only means one thing. He is set to oppose me. And that would lead to blood bathe and I don't want any of t
Douglas, Douglas, Douglas. What are you planning? To get a hold of him is a simple thing to do. This is my city. Even the police will work for me. It won't take long to get hold of him. My concern now is, Asaf and Bexley. "Take me to Asaf school". I instructed my driver. "Yes sir". He replied and took a turn on the left. A road that will lead us to Asaf's school. I need to be sure he is safe. My head bodyguard communicated with the other guards behind us to inform them of the change in plan. We got to the school and the door was open. I stepped down from the car and My bodyguards positioned themselves immediately. I looked around, watching how students were hanging around. Some were in groups while some were just by themselves. Most of them were looking at me. Some girls were drooling just by looking at me. I brought out my phone and dialled Asaf's number. It rang four times before he picked. "Hey," He said "Come out to the visitors parking lot 3. I need to see you n
Blake's POV "Brother. Why are you here?" Asaf asked "Well, not much. I just thought to check on you. Now that I have seen you. I think I am fine". I said He looked at me with an unknown expression. And suddenly, they all laughed. Even I joined them, laughing. "Please, be serious Blake. You can't expect me to believe what you just said? He sounded not convinced. "Ok. Fine. I don't want to scare you or something. But, I have increased your bodyguards. I need to tell you in person. It's about what happened in the club. You were drugged. Someone had you drugged. Aside from your bodyguards that will always be by you. You need to be careful. Especially with women". I informed. "Ok. I get it. And thanks". He appreciated. "You can return to what you are doing. Bexley will join you soon. I need a word with her. See you later today. And, see you guys". I dismissed them. "You want to talk to me? ". Bex asked. "Yes. Get in the car". I said She nodded and climbed inside
Bexley's POV I left the class early today because I didn't have much to do. As soon as I walked outside. My phone buzzed. I opened my handbag and brought out my phone to check for the caller ID Dr Marven popped out and I pressed the receiving button immediately. "Hello, Dr". "I might have good news for you. If you are available now. You can come to my office" Said Dr Marven. "I will be on my way now. See you soon Dr. And thanks". I hung up the phone and walked out to get a ride. He said he might have good news for me. What if he has found my parents? What if they don't want me? I shouldn't be thinking this way. I need to be positive. I had been by myself all these years. The feeling of not growing up with any of my parents is not what I want to ever think about. It is pure torture. When other kids' parents would drop them at school. My case is different. The orphanage home is the only place I can call my home. It's so painful. But, I've got over it now. Although, meet
Bexley's POV I love my room. It's big and beautiful. Just like that of Blake. Only, the colour is different. Blake's room is painted in white and grey while mine is purely white. But the furniture has a mixture of white and gold. It's so beautiful. When I opened the closet. I saw a few clothes. Wait. Did Blake buy me new clothes? Well, it seems so. Most of the clothes are joggers, hoodies, face caps, and sneakers. Wow. I love the collections. But why would he do that for me? I will need to ask him when he gets back from work. I agreed to stay here for a while, not because I was scared. But because I will get to know more about Blake. Since the last time I kissed him. He made me feel something I had never felt before. I would be lying to say I do not like him. He is every woman's dream man. He is tall. Six foot three. Clean bright skin. He has well-defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw. He has a tanned skin. Dark brown hair that is well-styled. His blue eyes sparkled with mir