Mr Billionaire Wants Me

Chapter Four

Zoey

Blaze yelled my name but I didn't listen. I didn't want to. He was dating Sya. My high school bully. Fortunately, she didn't remember me. My heart couldn't take the pain exploding in my chest. As I dashed out of the company building, my phone rang. It was Maya. I answered the call. I needed to talk to someone.

"Hello," she said, but I was silent. "Zoey, you there?"

"I am," I replied, sniffing as tears rolled down my eyes.

"Are you crying? My gosh, what happened?"

"I can't anymore. I'm tired. I can't take it. Why do bad things happen to me?" I whined.

"You're scaring me. What's wrong?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.

I stopped a cab and jumped in. Being home was all I needed. My light head couldn't take the stress. "I'm f*****g broke and I've got no job."

"But I'm helping with that. That's why I called."

"You don't get it, Maya," I cried.

"Then, what's wrong? Make me understand. Talk to me."

The cab pulled up in front of my apartment building and I went in. "I hate the agency job. I don't like rich men flaunting their wealth at me. Thinking I'm open to having s*x with them, just because they've got money." The line went silent but I knew she was listening. "I've got dreams. I've got a passion I want to follow." I slumped on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

She sighed. "I understand. But you need the money. And being an escort girl is the only way to make fast money. You shouldn't feel bad for the way you chose to make money. It's not like you're having s*x with men. You're just keeping them company," she encouraged, but I broke down crying again. I was about to reply to her when my lights went out.

"My life is a mess."

"It's okay, Zoey," she encouraged. I sauntered to the living room.

"No, it's not. My power just got cut off. My bills are due, but guess what? I'm still broke and—" My door flew open. Blaze strode in with his head held high. My eyes shone.

"So, this is where you live?" He growled.

"What're you doing here?" I inquired. "How'd you know where I live?"

"Zoey, Zoey. Are you there?" Maya's voice boomed from my phone. I hung up.

"I rule this town. I know things that are beyond you," Blaze said. He walked up to me and pulled me to his fast-beating chest. I was engulfed in his masculine cologne.

"Let me go," I replied, fighting, but he was stronger.

My homeowner waddled in. "Sir, here are the documents," she said.

"What's going on? Ma'am?" I asked. Everything was happening so fast, even my phone kept ringing with calls from Maya. She was probably freaking out about me.

The thing was, I loved being close to Blaze. I still have feelings for him, but I won't be pushed around because he was rich.

"Mr. Callahan paid me a lofty sum to sell this building to him. I'm no longer your homeowner. He is," she explained. My heart skipped, I brought my eyes to Blaze and he smirked.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Thank you, Jillian. Drop the documents on the table. You'll get your payment in full," he said. My homeowner nodded and left, shutting the door behind her.

He claimed my lips again. I resisted but he held me in place until I gave in. I wanted him. I couldn't help myself. He broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes. I was smitten. "Work for me. Don't drop employment."

"I'm not a toy, Blaze. Is it because Romney is not here? You want me working with you, so you'll get into my panties," I replied.

He growled. "Shut up," he snapped and I shuddered. "If you don't take this job right now, you'll be homeless."

My eyes widened. "I can't believe you'd stoop so low."

"Yes. Yes, I would. Cause I care about you," he barked.

"No. Cause if you really cared for me, you wouldn't try to take advantage of me," I spat.

"You're pathetic. You're not my type." My shoulders fell and my face dropped. I couldn't mutter any response as my energy was crushed. It was a hard pill to swallow. "Look, I just don't want you working in an escort agency. I don't fancy the thought of you being around any man who's not me."

My eyes widened. How did he know about the agency? "What're you talking about?"

"I'm saying, I've f****d you before and I want to do it again. I can't handle you following other men," he said, and my breath hitched. The mystery guy from the party. It can't be. He drove me away and pinned me against the wall. My breath quickened.

"You–don't know–what you're saying," I stuttered.

He leaned forward and flashes of memory clouded my mind. I remembered his scent, his voice, everything was piecing up. Blaze was the man I slept with at the masked party. He smashed his lips on mine and I moaned. "That's right, Zoey. You remember. The way you rocked your hips on my d**k, the way you begged for more. I can't get your voice out of my head."

I was weak. I wanted to withdraw but I desired him. "It was you. The guy from the masquerade party."

He lifted me from the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I want to hear you scream my name," he ordered, claiming my lips again. I weaved my fingers into his hair and egged for a deeper kiss. My c**t ached for his touch. I couldn't explain my feeling of need but I wanted him more than anything else.

My breath came as short pants. I craned my neck to give him access to my shoulder and collarbone. He planted wet kisses on my neck as I buried my fingers into his back. "I want to rip these clothes off your body," he said and I moaned. Every word that fell from his mouth made me delirious in pleasure.

A knock rapped at my door and before we could react in the heat of our passion, the door flung open. Blaze gasped and my mouth dropped.

"What're you doing to my sister?" Romney snapped. He was back. Oh crap.