Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By the Billionaire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

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

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

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

I find myself back in the closet the next morning, looking through my cloth choices while wearing only a towel around my chest. I’d gone right to bed after my shower last in the evening, exhausted. The thought of Ian and his controlling way pissed me off to no end, I wasn’t used to feeling such extreme anger, I didn’t know what to do with it. Talking to him proved fruitless, getting angry was even worse, my annoyance seemed to amuse him, the man could talk his way out of hell if he pleased. Thinking of it sucked the strength right from my bones. A few times I considered just moving out, what was the worst he could do? Maybe I didn’t have to ask Hannah, but there had to be options. I had money, I had access to accounts dad set up for me if only I hadn’t signed that damned contract. But I had. And knowing I couldn’t do anything about it made me bitter and I wasn’t a hateful person so I opted to sleep it off and wake up to a new day. Sadly, the taste of defeat was still bitter upon my

My phone chirps and I look to it as it lights up, as Professor Edwards drones on about behavior patterns, I click on the email notification from Ann Jameson and d******d the attachment. My brows go up, I see Mr. Quinn is quite busy, and now so am I. He has to make an appearance in over twenty plus events and I scan the dates, that was only for the next five months. Great. I see that there’s an event for Friday, I do a mental calculation, that’s in for days. The words black tie affair is written in parentheses. I’m still thumbing through the calendar deliberate if I have to show up for these events when a text pops in from an unknown number. I click on it with a frown I read the text out loud, “How’s your day looking? Mine sucks” I debate leaving it but before I know it my fingers are thumbing out a reply. Me: Who is this?” My heart jumps as I read the text that follows almost immediately. “Your husband” When professor Edwards turns to the board I type back. Me: Ian?