IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (He Is Betrothed, But Mine)

IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (He Is Betrothed But He Is Mine!!) BLURB “Mr Geal, we can't please.” her voice breaks as he trailed his fingers down jaw to her lips. Her breath comes out in gasps as she tightens her legs together, “Please, you are betrothed.” she murmured. His hands move to her neck where he tightens them whispering, “It doesn't matter,” he growls, his fingers finding their way beneath my skirt. “I am yours anyway.” He doesn't give her a second before his fingers sweep her panties aside, and find their way home. “Holy hell-” the rest of the words is jumbled in her throat as he slams his lips against hers ~~~~~~ Olivia Macurry, a woman whose lifetime goal was to stop stripping. She wanted no more than a white collar job where she wouldn't have to open her legs to get paid. After getting ordered by a man who paid fifteen thousand dollars to have her for the night, she agreed but she didn't keep to the bargain. Now her new boss is the same blue eyed man that paid for a night with her, the same man she left when he was in the bathroom barely an hour after their first round. But it's too late because he wants her again. Just a taste, and he's addicted. He won't let her go, not even when he is buried six feet under. He can't stop, he must have her after all he paid for a night. Obsession turns into attraction. Attraction turns into possession. Possession turns into pure madness. He refuses to let her go yet he is betrothed to another. Secrets, lies, betrayal, and anger drives their relationship towards madness as everything is turned upside. But then Leonardo's best quality was that he thrived in chaos, and even though he is betrothed he belonged to her. Body, mind, and fucking soul.

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Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

The sound stops then starts all over again.

It can’t be him. I applied for jobs so it's probably one of those.

And I was right this time.

It was the LG Tech company calling me in for an interview.

“Ohhh!!!!!” I scream after dropping the call.

I have an interview on Monday. Ohhhhhhh!!!! My feet move to the edge of the bed as I fly out of my bed in happiness.

There isn't enough room, so I moved my legs on top of my bed as I jumped in excitement.

Whoooo!!!

My eyes snaps open, my lips splitting into a wide smile as I giggle in excitement

Without missing a beat my body moves up into a sitting position as I slide around my room in joy.

“I got an interview ohhhh, amma got a job ohhh. No need to fret any more because finally something good is happening.” I sing out loud, moving my body around as a teardrop down my cheeks.

I move about once more sliding to my bathroom to shower.

Standing under the shower, the droplet of water glides around my body as my tears disappear beneath the water.

I hop out of my room, jamming the door close as I skid down the stairs.

I am in grey pants paired with a white blouse and my black flats, a tiny purse clutched in my palm as I dance around with my earphone plugged in.

Iko iko by Justin Wellington blares through the speaker as I dance along.

Moving my hips to lyrics as I raise my hands in the air, dancing happily.

I got called for a freaking interview, whoooo!!!!!

It happened so fast one minute I was dancing by the roadside, the next an oncoming vehicle ran towards me.

I turn just in time to see it coming my way, quickly I back off moving to the side.

The car breeze passed, making me stumble to the side, nearly collapsing on the floor. I drag my earpods out more aggressively than needed.

Turning my head I glared at the car that stopped, pushing my hands back on the asphalt. I used it to weigh myself as I pushed my weight off the floor.

This was a new fucking clothe I bought.

The black car was so sleek, and black. That was the only thing I knew about the car. The car engine revs coming to life as it begins to move.

What the fuck?

Did they think they were too big to fucking get out of the car, and apologizes.

Oh hell no.

Without thinking, I bend down, reaching for a stone. I wrap my fingers around it, standing up.

I make a good aim, moving my hand forward. I let the stone fly.

It moves in the air repeatedly before landing on the back window.

A shattering sound fills the air as the glass breaks into pieces, and starts wheezing out.

My lips stretch into my charming smile as I glare at the car, patiently waiting for the owner to come up.

The door drags open as clean looking black shoes move out of the car.

Those are some expensive shoes, but heh don't care.

His body moves out next as he drags his head out, taking his fucking time.

He is adorned in a black suit with a sun glass perched on his nose, and an earphone plugged to his ear.

A fucking body guard, you have got to be kidding me.

“Good day ma. I would like to know why you bashed our car.” he growls as soon as he gets closer.

His eyebrows are pulled together, his golden hair gelled to the back as he stood tall, towering above me.

“Well, I would like to know why you almost killed me, and not think to apologise.” I snap, not letting his build intimidate me.

“If I am correct you are the one who wasn’t watching where you were going leading to the incident. Have you ever heard to not plug your ears when walking.” he barks, folding his arms behind him.

“Well, courtesy demands that you apologise. And I wouldn't be paying for damages unless you apologize.” I stomped my foot, puckering my lips forward.

Lord knows that is my escape route, rich people hate apologising.

They feel they own the world, so I am going to use that to my advantage.

Why the fuck did I even stay? I should have ran immediately.

“I am sorry ma’m for almost running you over, and for not apologising.”

Shock sizzles through me as the words stumble out of his lips.

How could he do it so easily? My face goes beet red.

“Well, how much is the window?” I ask hesitantly, knowing that a car like that is worth a ton of shit.

“18000 dollars.” he murmurs, his expression that of a bored cat.

What!!!

“Eighteen thousand for just a car?” I gasp, totally astounded.

“Yes ma. How would you like to pay?” he questions, clearly unfazed by the amount he just called.

“What is going on here?” a deep familiar voice booms.

The man in suit steps aside, revealing the same cold blue eyes that I couldn't stop thinking about.

His hair is combed carelessly, making them pour over his left eyes, his brim blue suit clinging to his body like gloves.

His arm was laced with a silver watch.

“You—” is all he is able to say before I turn on my heels, and dash away.

“Go fuck yourself, and your stupid expensive car.” I yell over my shoulder, a mischievous laugh bubbling out of my throat.

Should I have done that?

Hell no. Considering the fact that I owe him a night.

Did it feel good though?

Of fucking course.

Those eyes, the universe must be against me if I met him again.

It’s just a coincidence, I mean it’s a road. Anyone could be going to go.

For all I know we could have passed each other a gazillion times, but had never known.

With that conclusion. I speed to the bus station.

LG TECH is fucking huge, has the total of sixty floors which were all built so beautifully.

The receptionist was so prim, and proper I began to doubt my ability to get the job.

I move my feet up, and down repeatedly as I nervously wait for my name to be called.

There are so many girls here, most of them dressed like they are going to a club, and not an interview.

Am I even dressed right for this job?

“Olivia Macurry, you’re up next.” the lady who has been calling names yells, looking down at the pad in her hands.

I scramble up to my feet, clutching my purse in my hands as I walk up to her.

She pushes the CEO office door open, ushering me inside.

I step inside morphing my lips into a smile that drops immediately as I raise my head up.

“You again!!!!”

“Oh you have got to be fucking with me.” we say at once.

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7.9

HIS PERSONAL MAID

7.9

Meet Maya Brooks, a 22 year old who dropped out of school after her father was murdered and her family lost everything. Determined to uncover the truth behind his death, she takes a job as a personal maid to Ryan Greenville a 25 year old, irresistible CEO known for using and dumping women. Cold, powerful, and emotionally guarded, Ryan never planned to fall for anyone again until Maya entered his life. As their worlds collide, dark secrets begin to surface. Get ready for a thrilling journey of love, revenge, and hidden truths.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

9.6

His Unwanted Wife Is A Top Scientist

9.6

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9.4

Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback

9.4

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9.5

Running Away To My Erased Heir

9.5

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Billionaire Modern Romance

8.9

Secretly Pregnant for The Alpha CEO

8.9

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IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (He Is Betrothed, But Mine)

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