Love, Lies and Billionaires

A slight creak from the front door and she was on her feet. She slipped into her fluffy flip flops and trudged out of her room.

She poked her head out in the hallway, but it was as silent and empty as the rest of the building. She proceeded further out the door as to the front door.

“What the fuck?” She muttered quietly. It was locked. She turned and looked around the living room, and there was no sign of anyone. She could swear it was the door creak she had heard, and she was sure she had locked the door.

A bread knife laid on the kitchen counter. She grabbed it and ambled around the house searching the numerous rooms within.

Unsuccessful in finding an intruder and tired, she turned back and headed to her room. “God, I really need to get enough sleep. I think I’m beginning to hear things” she sighed and closed the room door behind her.

“Ahh” she shrieked and dropped the knife, which made a sound that echoed through the house. “What the hell do you think you’re doing sneaking into my house?” She asked as she picked up the knife.

“When you’re given a job, you’re expected to obey the instructions, Irene,” the male voice replied. His face was to her window, twirling a pen between his fingers.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” she said, folding her arms, a frown plastered on her face.

“Oh, really?” His voice was calm and distant, like his mind was on something else. She walked up to her bed and sat down, placing her laptop on her lap to resume what she was doing.

“How did you even get into my house, you freak” she asked, somewhat pissed.

“What you should be asking is how you will pay for your disobedience” he turned to her and dropped the pen on a table in the room.

“For all I care, our deal was off once I did exactly what you told me”

“But you didn’t, Irene. You went too far.”

Irene sighed and looked up at him before standing up. She walked slowly towards him, gently putting one leg in front of the other.

“Why don’t we do what you’re actually here for, Alexander,” she hissed as she got to where he stood. He just kept staring at her. His face was expressionless.

Slowly, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her perfectly rounded ass, and controlled it to squeeze it. She bit her lower lip and touched his face. She smiled when she noticed he didn’t remove his hand.

“You know you want me, Xander. You’re just using Maren as a cover up,” she said and searched his eyes, but there was nothing for her to see in there. Then she leaned forward and locked lips with him.

He squeezed her ass further and slowly raised the short flare skirt she wore, exposing the bare skin beneath. He felt the interior walls of her mouth with his tongue, but then suddenly, her back was to the wall and his hand on her neck.

“You are just another call girl, Irene,” he said. Irene didn’t even say a word or struggle. She just stared at him, anger welding in her. “You were supposed to back out when it was all done, but you decided to do against my orders.”

“You don’t own me”

“But I paid you…”

“And I rejected it!” she spat, “You can’t control me, Alexander, I’m not Maren-” Alexander cut her short as his grip on her neck became tighter.

“Don’t you dare speak about her that way. I don’t know the kind of game you’re playing, but you’re going to lose,” he threatened. Irene would have scoffed if his hand was almost damaging her throat.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Back off whatever the fuck you’re doing and quit trying to intimidate Maren, alright?” He asked and raised a brow, releasing his grip a little.

She didn’t respond. They just stared at each other, each one seeming to plot how to murder the other in their mind. Alexander finally let go and turned around to take his leave.

“You don’t really have feelings for her,” Irene remarked, straightening her neck. She really was a troublemaker. He ignored her and reached for the door handle.

“I bet you don’t know who she really is. She’s blinded you with that goody nature of hers,” she stressed, trying to get on his nerves. “She is no better than me, Alexander. You can say she’s more slutty than I am…”

“Can’t you be quiet for once?!” He thundered, turning back to face her. Irene took a step back, her face grew pale from fear. “Maren is a better person than you. Don’t you dare compare her to yourself ever again,” he said, his eyes burning with rage.

With that, he turned away from her finally and walked out the door. “And quit fooling around with William. It’s disgusting,” he added and slammed the door behind him.

*****

“Nathan? baby” Maren called while walking down the hallway to his room. She was all dressed up in tight fitting mom jeans and a white crop shirt, her hair was packed in a low ponytail.

She got to his room and stood at the door, watching Rose brush his hair while he sat playing games on his small tab.

“I’m almost done ma’am,” Rose said.

Maren walked further into the room and bent in front of him, smiling. “How was your night, baby?”

“I had a dream, mummy” he said, his eyes still transfixed on the tab.

“Oh yeah? What about?”

“You were in it and Alex was in it and…”

“You weren’t in it?” Maren asked.

“I was, but I was different. I was tall and…and…” he stammered, his brows were furrowed.

“And what baby?”

“I don’t remember mummy”

“Done!” Rose said and walked out of the room.

Maren pulled Nathan’s cheek playfully and smiled. “Alright, time to go,” she said and stood up.

Nathan obeyed, put the tab aside, and stood up.

“Are you excited?” Maren beamed as they walked down the stairs and towards the door.

“Yeah! I’m going to get the biggest ice cream they’ve got,” he blurted excitedly. Maren just smiled in response, proud of the child she had raised.

They walked out the door and got into the awaiting car. The engine started almost immediately.

Mummy, the nice man from the other day, was here yesterday.

Maren turned to him sharply. “What?”