THE BILLIONAIRE'S COLD DEAL

Chapter 4: Follow My Rules

Samantha POV...

"Now that the contract is signed and sealed, we move straight into business."

I didn't think much of his words, until he suddenly clapped his hands. Before I could react, the bodyguard seated behind us snatched my phone away.

"That's the first rule, Samantha," Adrian said coldly. "You no longer have the right to communicate with anyone from this moment onward. And that shouldn't be a problem...."

His eyes locked onto mine. "-since you have no family. You're an orphan."

My ears rang in confusion as soon as his words hit me. I turned to him, my eyes holding the shock of a perfectly confused soul.

"What are you talking about?" the words hammered out of my heavy lips after minutes of thick silence. If it were the early hours of the day, the silence would have been loud enough to hear a needle drop.

"You shouldn't see an issue with it, Samantha. You just have to follow my rules," he drawled, like he hadn't just snatched my entire life away. "If you want to be on the safe end, you just have to follow my rules. Trust me. That's the way to win my heart."

He fastened his seatbelt and hit the front seat.

Win his heart? As if I was interested in that.

"I-"

"You don't get to oppose my rules, Samantha. They stay, okay?" he snapped, cutting me off.

"You don't talk when you're not permitted. You don't argue with me. You don't challenge me." His eyes seethed with provocation. "You just follow my damn rules. You follow me like the obedient dog you are."

A small smile crept onto his lips as his hand found its way to my face.

For the first time, I nodded, terrified. His eyes was doing something to me, and his terrifying smile wasn't helping. I had never seen a man this dangerous. One minute he was angry, the next he was smiling.

"I love it, Samantha. You're a good one," he said, tapping my head before turning away.

He tapped the driver's seat, and immediately the car pulled away from the curb. Within seconds, we were on the road.

"Once we get home, you're getting a makeover done. My wife isn't going to move around the house like a mad woman." He gave me a quick glance and drew a cigarette from his pocket.

I nodded like a scared little fool.

He took a long drag and turned to me again. "If only you knew how long it took me to get you."

Those were his simple words before he faced the window.

I watched him, unsure of what he meant. But deep down, I knew he wasn't a stranger. This man had known me for a long time. He chose me for a reason, but why? To what end did he go so far just to get me?

..........

I felt a soft tap on my shoulder, forcing my sleepy eyes open. I yawned, stretching my arms in different directions.

"Good evening, ma. The Don asked me to get you from the car," a voice said beside me.

That was when I realized I had been woken up.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I was still in the car, but how come...? The words seized in my throat as everything came rushing back.

He had been driving for what felt like forever, and when my tired eyes couldn't keep up, I must have fallen asleep. I pinched myself. How was I able to sleep in front of him?

"Are you okay, ma?" the lady asked, smiling gently.

I forced a smile in return. "I'm fine. I'll just get out of the car."

I stepped down carefully.

The young lady wrapped a heavy cloth around my shoulders as soon as I got out. "Welcome to the Don's house," she said, pointing ahead.

Staring at the massive paradise in front of me, it took everything in me not to scream.

My jaw dropped, my eyes widening in disbelief. Staring at the beauty before me, I completely forgot the chaos I was in.

"Is... is this Adrian's house?" I asked, desperate for an answer.

She looked shocked before replying. "It's not Adrian," she whispered in panic. "We don't refer to him as that here. We call him the Don."

I paused, then shrugged slightly. "How many identities does this man have?"

"I'll be in serious trouble if he ever hears that from you, or anyone," she said, her eyes pleading more than her tone.

I nodded, not wanting to escalate things. "Noted. Is this the Don's house?"

"Yes, ma. One of his many houses," she replied calmly.

"One of his many houses?" I wasn't expecting that. I simply nodded and let her lead.

"I'll take you inside, ma. Welcome once again."

I followed her slowly, my eyes resting on each masterpiece as we walked in. Even in movies, I had never seen a house this beautiful. Everything stood tall and perfect.

She pushed open the massive door leading to the sitting room, and my eyes fell on something even more fascinating.

Inside the large sitting room were five stairways, each leading to a different corner of the house.

"Your food is waiting for you in the dining room," one of the many maids who rushed to meet me said with a slight bow.

Embarrassment hit me instantly. She was obviously older than me.

"I'll lead you to the dining room," she added.

We walked for a while before finally arriving. I was definitely going to get lost in this house.

"Dinner, ma," she said, pointing to the food laid out before me, enough to last me a whole week.

"Dinner?" My confusion was obvious. "I'm not eating all this alone, right?"

She gave me a strange look before replying, "It's all yours."

"All mine? You've got to be kidding me. I can't even finish one portion of this."

"Ma! The Don wants to see you in his room now," another maid rushed in, breathless.

She looked like she had escaped hell, her clothes torn in places, bruises faintly covering her face.

Whispers followed as the maids slowly disappeared from sight, leaving only the one who had brought me out of the car.

She gulped, visibly trembling with fear, before turning to me.

"Let me show you to his room."