Mr. Billionaire’s Accidental Obsession

I didn’t know what he gave me, but I wasn’t myself. My life… my life was a mess. My boyfriend had drugged me and sent me off like I was a toy to some client. I hated myself so much. Thank God, I’d escaped. The problem was… I was now alone in a parking lot, barely able to stand. My body felt strange, hot, and I hadn’t even realized I’d left my bag behind while running. Tears started pouring from my eyes, and I began scratching my arms, my legs, my whole body like I wasn’t me. I fell to the ground, closing my eyes, trying to think, trying to get some control. I didn’t hear footsteps at first, but a deep, manly voice made me open them. “Are you okay?” I opened my eyes… but all I could see were his shoes. Expensive leather. Clean, sleek. I was drugged, but I knew quality when I saw it. And then… what the hell? He picked me up. Carried me like I was a baby. My body kept trembling, my scratching getting worse, and everything felt unreal. Before I even had time to look properly, I was being placed in the back seat of an SUV. Not just an SUV—it screamed wealth. The leather seats, the smell of his cologne, the polished interior—it all hit me at once. I hadn’t even looked at him yet. There was a man in the driver’s seat, and… he stayed in the back with me. I whispered, barely audible, “Help me…” He bent closer, and that’s when I finally saw him. My God. His face… it was perfect. Sharp, striking, yet soft in some way. His lips—gosh, yes, I couldn’t help it—I kissed him. And just like that, I started to feel… better. At first, he didn’t respond. He pulled me back slightly, our lips almost touching, and finally asked, “You got drugged?” I nodded like a miserable, helpless kitten. “Leave,” he said, his eyes flicking to the driver. The man understood instantly and got out. He turned back to me. “Wh—” I shut him up with another kiss. This time… he actually responded. I didn’t know how long it took, but eventually I found myself sitting close to the door, my body weak from everything that had happened. I felt… a little better now, but the closeness to the guy I had just given my virginity to made me unbearably uncomfortable. I hadn’t even realized when a tiny drop of tears slipped down my cheek. He was staring out the window, smoking, lost in thought. Then, finally, he turned, noticing my sob. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low—not cold this time, but calm and concerned. I shook my head slightly, unwilling to admit it. After a pause, he spoke again, slow, deliberate: “You should be careful next time… Where do you stay?” “I have my car,” I murmured, brushing away the tears and trying to fix my clothes. “Thank you.” He didn’t reply. Just nodded once. I opened the car door, letting the night breeze hit my face, and carefully set my feet on the ground. Truthfully… yeah, it hurt. But I didn’t show it. Not yet. I walked to my car, remembering it was parked in the other corner. Taking a deep breath, I bent down, retrieved my keys, and thought about everything that had just happened. I had hidden them under my car earlier, expecting something fishy—and now, it had saved me from feeling completely exposed. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I glanced back at the empty parking space where the SUV had been. The car was gone, leaving nothing but silence. I exhaled slowly, gripping the steering wheel. My pulse was still racing, my mind spinning with confusion, fear, and… something else I wasn’t ready to name. With a shaky breath, I started the engine and drove away, letting the night swallow me as I tried to make sense of everything.