The Billionaire's Revenge

Chapter 8: Rules

Andra Milburn’s Point of View

His grasp pulled taut when his hand docked on my waist. Zacarias fixed the way I sat above his lap, he parted both my legs exposing my underwear in front of the big vanity mirror.

Heat.

That was how I felt when I saw our image revealed in the mirror. Zacarias was behind me, wearing his white long sleeve shirt as well as his tight pants. He was on the sofa sitting, waiting for me to come out of the bathroom earlier.

"Let's discuss our rules, shall we?" he whispered through my ears sensually.

"R-Rules?" I couldn't stop myself but to question him back.

He craned his neck while looking at me intently. "Yes, Andra. Sanctions that you need to abide by."

"W-What are those, t-then?"

For the second time around, Zacarias squeezed my thighs as wetness started producing in my femininity. I tried closing my legs, but he handled it with roughness.

Zacarias starts sniffing my neck, tugging my hair behind my ears.

"Let's start by saying that you're mine… you're gonna do whatever I want and I know you already know it, right?"

I nodded my head deliberately. "Yes,"

"Starting from now on, you'll start living with me. Whatever I asked you to do, you're going to push through with it. Understood?"

I swallowed hard and tried moving. Zacarias let go of my waist, I shifted in my position while brandishing his chest and looking at him.

"B-But I'm–"

"Strictly no buts, Andra," he frigidly asserted. "If I state you to tidy up my whole penthouse, you're going to do it. If I told you to bend over or kneel, you will."

Thinking about what happened to us on the night of the auction made my knees vulnerable. The way how his eyes looked at me ruthlessly screams he wasn't going to pardon me.

He was furious. His eyes say it all. He craned his head cockily, giving me a fiery stare.

"I understand." I merely muttered.

Zacarias put his hand inside the sheer lingerie I'm wearing. "Failure to abide by the rules we discussed has an equal fair punishment. Do expect the rules you just heard weren't an official one but the things you must are the main highlights of the agreement."

Whore. That's what I thought the moment I heard I was being sold to a devil billionaire named Zacarias Ring Sterlington. Many people feared him, many people didn't want him.

It's because he's a devil. A lot of businessmen were trying to avoid the great Zacarias Sterlington but in my case… I didn't.

"You're going to stay here at the villa with me for five days or a week. Your room was still under construction so you better stay with me the whole night, do you understand?"

I said, "I'll have my own room?"

"Do you think I'm going to sleep with a slave all night, huh?"

Slave.

His words penetrated inside my body. He threw me towards the bed after our discussion. He came outside the room while I was left there, thinking about what could possibly happen to me.

The agency I had applied with stabbed me in the back. They betrayed me; Amer made me think it was a real job. Or was it because I was naive and didn't know how to determine the scam and the real one?

My brother who was in the hospital is currently under the hospital's care. While me? I was so damn problematic thinking my professor would probably drop me.

I went inside the bathroom again and promptly took out the sheer lingerie then put my clothes back on. I closed the door of his room and went down the huge staircase as I saw an old lady preparing food inside the kitchen.

"E-Excuse me," I politely uttered. "Have you seen Zacarias?"

Her eyes went on me cluelessly. She didn't talk at first but later on, she answered my question.

"Señor was upstairs earlier. Are you the one who's he currently with, my dear?"

Clearly, the old lady wasn't informed I'm going to come. She continued preparing for food, peeling the vegetables, and doing everything at a time.

"May I know where he is?" I asked.

"He's probably inside his study room. Señor Zacarias often gets mad if someone was disturbing him."

The whole mansion was spacious. There are a lot of things inside as well as furniture and interior design which gave more life to an abandoned building.

I can sense that the old lady was busy and had no time to chat with me. I told her I'll go get out and my feet were the only reason why now I'm on the veranda, and I can say that the view in front of me was mind-blowing.

Seeking another place to go, I came out the main door and went down the staircase. It is when I saw a lot of flowers planted in the gardens. Some of it was roses and some weren't.

Honestly speaking, I'm into plants, and taking care of them was my dream. I tried picking one pink rose yet someone from behind suddenly spoke and then started blabbing shits in front.

Pink roses define adoration, joy, and grace. The whole garden was eye-catching but it seemed like a beast who had been inside the prison was still alive.

"What are you doing?" said the man who was wearing a white sando, tight jeans as well as his cowboy hat.

"I-I'm sorry. I just picked one flower and I don't have plans–"

He looked away and took a deep breath. "Do you know what's going to happen if Zacarias was the one who saw you? Amongst the places here in the villa, the mere thing he wanted was his parents."

"Were his parents still alive?" my curiosity hits me.

The man in front nodded. "Uh-huh. You should be careful starting from now on, Miss."

He was good-looking. The sando he was wearing was hugging his body tight, causing his six-pack abs and huge biceps to protrude out of his shirt.

"My name is Andra. What's yours?" I asked using a friendly tone.

"Joseph."