Sold to the Hitman

Book 3: The Secret's Out

"I thought someone was trying to break-in" I tried to escape from his hold but he just squeezed me tighter, which made me feel his erection in his pants.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"No one could get into this house even if I gave them a floor plan of the estate." He said as he kissed my neck and released me. I turned around to face him. "I know and I'm sorry." I bowed my head to keep from looking at his face, just watching his face alone made me want to do bad things with him. When he kissed me my whole body just exploded, if a kiss on the neck from this man is so powerful I'm scared to see what happens when we have s*x.

"No, it's my fault, you weren’t expecting anyone and I didn't call, I know I over reacted this morning so I thought I'd get you one of these since you clearly don’t have one." He pulled out an iPhone 7 from his jacket, where did he get this; it doesn't even come out till next month,

"Um, thanks. How did you get this?" I took the phone from him and turned it on.

"I have connections." He walked up towards me and lifted my chin with his index finger.

"You look so f*****g sexy; it's taking all the restraint I have not to f**k you against that door", he breathe, and that’s when I remembered I was half naked.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'll go change." This time when I tried to move he let me go, I walked into the closet and he followed me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him, "don't ever walk away from me." He hissed.

"f**k you! I hate you," I said and then gasped immediately, covering my mouth. Not because I was afraid I’d offended him, but because dropping the F-bomb wasn’t something I normally did.

"Oh, you are going to f**k me." He stalked toward me. "A lot, just not right now; we’ve got s**t to do. Let’s go."

"Go where?" He let go of my wrist and took a seat on one of the chairs in the closet.

"I’m taking you to your appointment."

"What appointment? I don’t have an appointment," I said as I slipped on a spaghetti strapped tee, cardigan and denim shorts." You do now. It would be quite irresponsible of me not to have you checked out by a physician before I pillage that sweet little p***y of yours, wouldn’t it?" I stopped dead in my tracks, forcing him to as well.

"You’re taking my kitty to the vet?" I asked, insulted.

"I don’t know you well enough to trust that you are everything that you say you are and I intend to make sure I got what I paid for. Plus you’ll need birth control, because when I finally do get inside that tight little gold mine you’re sitting on, I want to make sure I can feel everything." My jaw hit the floor.

"Close your mouth, Jenny. Unless that’s an invitation for me to stick something in it," he said, as he got up out of his seat and walk towards the door and waited for me to clamp my mouth shut, before stepping away with a smile on his face.

Part 2 : Chapter Eleven

Jenn

Five minutes later I found myself sitting next to Richard in the back of his limousine and on my way to the kitty vet.

"The Driver's name is Conner; he's been working with me for the past three years." He looked at me intently.

"How old is he?" I saw the driver on my way to the limo, you can see his arm muscles printing through his suit, he looks like an H&M model just like Richard does but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

"He's twenty-six, and I know I don't have to worry because you're not his type." I turned and looked at him clearly offended.

"He's gay, and I know you're not the type to change him because he likes blondes." He turned to me and smiled. Wait a minute, hold up. As realization hit me I burst out laughing.

"What?" Richard looks at me like I'm crazy.

"How do you know he only like blonds? Did he put it in his job description or did you ask him that during the job interview?" I tried to contain myself so I could hear his reply.

"No and No. When our company has its dinners for special occasions he brings a new date to each one, and they're all blonde." He tried to stifle a laugh. "You'd have to be blind to not see the pattern." I was about to ask him what he does for a living but the car came to a stop. The passenger door opened and Connor greeted us with a smile. Richard stepped out onto the pavement and reached a hand out to help me. We were entering some sort of medical building and Richard led me down the hall and into an office area. The receptionist at the front greeted him in a professional manner, but she was undressing him with her eyes the whole time, seemingly oblivious to my presence which made me want to slap the b***h. I knew I had no claims to him or anything because it was more like the other way around, but she didn’t know that. Before my inner b***h could pop those silicone balls she had on her chest or introduce her to some f*****g tit tape, we were escorted into an exam room, where the nurse took my vital signs and then told me to strip, handing me a paper gown to slip on. She also handed me some form that she said they needed me to complete for all my basic information. After I striped and put on the gown, I filled out the form and handed it over to Richard.

"So what do I tell your family when they ask how we met?"

"I already told my mother that we've been dating for a few months; I didn't tell her how long or how we met so I guess you can come up with that, women tend to make lies more believable so you'll pull it off." He stated. Ouch. I have a feeling that that last part had more to it than he led on, but I'd let that go. For now.

"Um... well I guess we've been dating for six months and we met at an art gallery since I have a degree in art it might make sense." I look at him for confirmation.

"Yea that'll work, in case you’re wondering a family friend owns this practice he’s not a gynecologist, and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him later, so one of his colleagues, Ruth, will be doing your examination.” I nodded, really hating what was about happen. There was a light now on the door and called for whoever to come in. The door opened and a jovial man wearing a white lab coat came into the room and hugged both Richard and I.

"Richard my boy, it's good to see you how have you been?" He said as he hugged Richard.

"I'm alive, so that's good." Richard said with a genuine smile on his face as he hugged him back.

"Well you're obviously doing great since you've got this beautiful woman with you today." He said and I instantly blushed as he hugged me. "I'm sorry there wasn't 'know file' so I'm afraid I don’t know your name." He said with an apologetic smile.

"Jenny. Jenny Styles" I said with a smile.

"Well Miss Styles it's very nice to meet you, may I ask what brings you here today?" He motioned for me to sit on the exam table as he took a seat on the little rolling stool in front of me.

"Jenny just needs a routine exam, and she’d like to go over her birth control options,” Richard answers for me.

"I see. Well, the form of contraception you’re least likely to forget to take is the shot. Is that what you’d like to try?" he asked me with a polite smile.

"Um …" I'm really not a big fan of needles and I don’t even know how the shot works, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Each shot lasts for three months, and one of the perks for most of my patients is that it normally makes your cycle lighter or stops it completely. It’s been a pretty popular form of contraception over the last few years."

"Yeah, okay. That sounds good," I answered with a shy nod.

"Well then, let’s get started, shall we?" His smile was genuine and comforting. I lay back on the table and Richard came and stood by my head before I put my feet in the stirrups. It wasn’t like I’d never had a Pap smear before, but having all your goodies sprawled out like that in front of a perfect stranger is always unnerving. I mean, crotch docs saw a lot of snatch, so you had to wonder if yours looked any different from the others or if it had some kind of deformity of which you weren’t aware. Before I could even complete all my inner ramblings, he was backing away and patting my leg to tell me he was done.

"There will be some cramping over the next few days. You can take some ibuprofen for the pain." He stripped his gloves off and disposed of them.

"Make sure you come in if you experience anything irregular", His assistant came up beside me and wiped my arm down with alcohol before she gave me a shot.

"I’ll just leave you to get dressed now and then you’re free to go," he said as he turned for the door.

"Richard, it was great to see you again. I guess I'll see you on Saturday."

"You too, and thanks," he said before turning back to me. "I’m just going to go settle up on the bill and I’ll meet you outside."

Chapter Twelve

Jenn

He followed the doctor and his assistant out and I jumped up, instantly regretting the fast movement because I was already feeling sore. I dressed as quickly as I could, want to get the hell out of there, and when I opened the door Richard was waiting for me.

"You okay?" he asked, probably because I had an arm over my abdomen.

"I'm cramping a little, but if I can just go home and lie down, I think I’ll be all right." He held my elbow and guided me out of the building and into the waiting limo. After we were seated he draped his arm around my shoulders, he cupped his hand to the side of my head and nudged me to lie over on his chest. It was probably too intimate a thing for him to do since we’d just met each other the night before, but considering he practically owned me I guess it was okay. I listened to the thrum of his heartbeat as we rode along in silence. And for the first time I actually paid attention to the way he smelled. I recognized the scent of his body soap and deodorant from this morning, but I also caught another scent that was more distinctive and so very … him. His fingers stroked my hair, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying the silence and his tender caresses. The action was so soothing that had I not been in a good deal of discomfort, I probably would’ve fallen asleep. All too soon we were home. Richard stepped from the car first and held his hand out to me, dismissing Connor's attempt to do his job. I slouched over because I was really starting to cramp a bit more by then.

"s**t, are you okay?" His voice was frantic.

"I’m fine. Just a bad cramp," I said, trying to keep as much strain as possible out of my voice. I didn’t want him to think I was a big baby who couldn’t take a little bit of pain. Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me bridal-style through the front doors, which Samuel had already opened wide. I tried to get him to put me down, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he carried me all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. He sat me down long enough to pull back the covers so that I could slide beneath them and then he was gone again.

"Here, take these," he said when he returned, handing me two pills and a glass of water. I took the offering and swallowed the pills down. He took the glass from my hands and put it on the nightstand beside me.

"Will you be okay if I go back to work?" he asked, worry evident in his voice.

"I’ll be fine. I just need a little nap," I said through a stifled yawn.

"Go. I can relax better if you’re not here anyway."

"Ouch, that hurt," he chuckled lightly, with his hand to his chest.

"Glad to see you haven’t lost that attitude." He leaned over to kiss my lips and then stood up.

"I programmed my cell number into your phone, and I have yours, too. Make sure you keep it on you at all times. Not only for your safety, but also because I won’t be happy in the slightest if you keep me waiting when I need you." He put his phone back in his jacket.

"Call me if you need me for anything. I mean it." Although he was trying to be stern, I could see the sincerity in the expression on his face. I rolled my eyes and nodded sarcastically, because I just really loved to piss him off, and then turned my back to him, mumbling,

"Go away already. Your face is making my uterus hurt." I’m telling you, it was because he was so damn pretty.

"Mmm-hmm, okay then," he said, like he didn’t believe a word of it.

"I’ll see you later this evening." I heard the door close softly behind him and I snuggled into his pillow, inhaling his scent once again. While part of me was glad nothing would be expected of me for at least the rest of the day, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Richard

I walked into my office after leaving the house I really didn’t want to leave Jenny in the house alone, but I've got s**t to do and I needed to get away from her because I'm starting to act like I'm p***y-wiped or something. I don’t know what the hell got into me when I was around her, but seeing her in pain just made me want to do my best to take it away.

"So is she hot." I turned around and saw my best friend Sean Sitting exactly where I left him yesterday with a glass of Bourbon in his hand.

"Didn't I leave you in this same f*****g spot yesterday? I really don’t understand you sometimes, you have more money than you know what to do with, and yet here you are drinking all my alcohol." I really have to do something about him. He crossed on leg over the other. "Oh stop shitting about it and answer my question, so is she hot?"

"Yes she's hot, now enough about her; we've got s**t to do. Remember that deal that you screwed up in Brazil? Well, apparently Santiago and his c**k suckers are vacationing in America and decided it would be a nice thing to keep tabs on us." This morning one of my guard’s spotted one of the men who tried to kill us outside my house and Sean's condo. I gave him the rundown of our increase in security and the PI I hired to find Santiago before he decided to make a move on us.

"Are you f*****g serious, he's in America trying to find us because I f****d his girl?" Sean stood up and begun pacing the room.

"In my defense she wasn't even that good, I mean I've had s*x with red heads but she was a letdown. Honestly." He stopped and placed his hand over his chest and smirked.

"She was his fiancé, and since Santiago isn't really a looker it's gonna be tuff s**t for him to get another anytime soon." I laughed as I walked over to my table and took a seat. For the next two hours, we discussed our trip to Chile next month and how we would keep low profiles until we can figure out where Santiago's staying. My mind kept drifting over to Jenny, not just about f*****g her, but better believe it I am going to be f*****g her, A lot, And I'm sure as hell going to be enjoying it too. But there's something about her that makes me want to know more, and that's not a good thing because my work won't allow it, won't allow anyone to get close. When it was five o'clock, I locked my office and headed home. When I opened the door the house was quiet.

"Jenny, I'm home." No answer. She's probably still asleep. I walked up the stairs and opened the bedroom door, and there she was, in the same position I left her, looking like a f*****g angel. I walked over her and dropped a kiss on her forehead; I might as well get as much done as I can. I decided that I'll in call the chef Mario to cook us dinner. After I came off the phone with Mario, I took a shower and headed into my office to finish up some work. An hour later my phone rings and the caller ID show that it's my mother.

"Yes, mother?" I hope she couldn’t hear the annoyance in my voice." Son, I'm just calling to let you know that your father and I just arrived and that you can have your plane back." She said.

"Thank you mother, you know I'm thinking about buying you and father a plane of your own since you've been frequently flying, but then again I wouldn’t be able to keep tabs on you guys and you might take it upon yourself to pay me unwanted visits." God I'm in for it now.

"I'm going to let that on go since Lily told me that she met your girlfriend and that she's amazing." She said with her voice full of joy.

"Yes mother she is; now if that’s all, I've got to check up on Jenny, we'll see you Saturday." I hope she'll take a hint.

"Yes but son..-"

"Bye mother." I said as I ended the call. After I finished, I walked back upstairs to wake up sleeping beauty.

Chapter Fourteen

Jenn

"Jenny", a husky voice sang into my ear as I fought my way out of a sleepy haze. I faintly registered the feel of a rather large, warm hand stroking the inside of my thigh and I moaned involuntarily.

"You should be more careful about the sounds you make in your sleep. Moaning like that might make me lose what little control I’m maintaining. It does unspeakable things to me." Hot breath washed over the skin of my neck, and the most delicious shiver ran down my back when I felt his tongue suck my earlobe into his mouth and then his soft lips closed around it. His hand began to knead my thigh as it gradually moved higher, causing me to squirm in an attempt to find the perfect placement for optimal advantage.

"s**t," he cursed, and then pulled away all too quickly. My eyes shot open and I gasped, realizing the traitorous response his touch, coupled with his sultry words, had evoked from my body. Richard ran his hand through his hair, nervous and obviously aroused.

"Dinner is ready; you should probably get up and try to eat something", I buried my face under the covers, because seeing him looking all breathless and horny was making me react the same way, and now was not the time to lose my composure over him. What the hell had gotten into me, I don’t even know this guy.

"I’m not hungry," I mumbled into my pillow.

"Regardless, you need to eat. Now, either you can get up on your own and join me in the dining hall, or I can throw you over my shoulder, carry your ass downstairs, and force-feed you. Which is it?" Was he even serious? I growled in frustration and hit the pillow with my fist, but I made no move to get up.

"Have it your way, then," he said, yanking the covers back and starting to reach for me. I guess he was then. Lucky me, I got bought by a man who's a complete lunatic.

"Wait!" I sat up quickly and pulled my knees to my chest. "I’ll get up. God, you’re such a Neanderthal! Just give me a little bit of privacy to get myself together and then I’ll meet you down there. Okay?"

"Fine," he said, backing away. "But don’t keep me waiting long. I loathe eating by myself." I nodded in understanding and watched as he walked out the door, my eyes immediately going to his ass. God, I was such an ass slut. Okay I'm officially losing it now. What the hell happened to me while I was sleeping, did Richard put something in my water, or did he do something to me while I was sleeping? He wouldn't. Would he? I just met him so maybe he would. God I'm so stupid. Just because I'm having some kind of attraction or reaction to a man for the first time ever, I'm thinking badly about it. Maybe Richard brining out my inner slut may be a good thing. I got off the bed and decided to grab a quick shower. When I was done, I walked into the bedroom to dress, I wanted to shock Richard but I wasn't sure what to put on so I walked into his closet and grabbed one of his dress shirts, which thankfully was long enough to cover my nakedness. I reached for the door handle, paused and looked down at my crotch, "come on chooch let's see where this wild side will lead us." I high-tailed my ass down the stairs before I ended up pissing him off for keeping him waiting so long. He was sitting at the head of the table when I entered the dining room—er, excuse me, dining hall. The placement to his right was set for me, I presumed, and I took my seat. Richard looked me over from head to toe, taking in my current state of undress, and I watched him swallow hard.

"Sorry I wanted something a little comfy to wear. I hope you don't mind? He shrugged as he motioned for me to eat.

"It looks a hell of a lot better on you than it ever did on me, so by all means feel free to wear my shirts whenever you want",

All three courses of the meal were already laid out: salad to start, a juicy steak and baked potato, and a slice of three-layer chocolate cake with a side of vanilla ice cream for dessert. I unfolded the napkin and laid it in my lap. "Did you make all this?"

"I’m a billionaire. I don’t have to cook," he said, picking up his fork and stabbing his salad. "I pay people to do this for me."

"I see. Sort of like how you pay for p***y?" I asked, and then took a sip of water from the goblet in front of me. Richard choked on the bite of salad he had just taken, and I gave myself a mental high five while smirking around the rim of my glass. Point one for Jenn.

"How are you feeling? Any bleeding or cramping" He said, taking a drink of wine. Until he mentioned something about it, I’d almost forgotten about my little excursion to the t**t doc.

"Well, that’s a personal question, but if you must know—"

"I must, and nothing about your body is a secret from me for the next two years. The sooner you get used to that idea, the better this situation will be. Now, you were saying?" God and I thought I was bipolar. I can’t keep up with this guy mood changes. One minute he's sweet and romantic and the next he's a total d**k.

"The cramps have subsided, and I haven’t had any bleeding at all. So does that mean you’re going to f**k me now?"

"Yes. How about right here on the table?" he said facetiously as he made a show of testing its durability with a shake. He gave me a crooked grin to make sure I knew he was only joking.

"I think I can allow you to have the evening off to recuperate. I know you hate me and must think some pretty terrible things about me, but I’m not a monster. I am capable of showing a little compassion every now and then, you know." No s**t Sherlock.

"Have you called anyone to let them know you’re okay?" he asked, cutting into his steak.

"I talked to my best friend Sophie this morning."

"What about your parents?" he asked, his face not showing any indication that he was upset by my admission.

"My parents and I aren't close, they live in Tulsa, I only speak to them once a month."

"Okay." I let out a sigh of relief when he didn't push the subject.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something." I thought now might be as good as ever. "Shoot." He finished eating and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"Every Saturday Sophie and I go out for drinks, and since your parent’s anniversary dinner is Saturday would it be okay if we go out tomorrow instead." I don't know why I'm asking him but he owns me so I guess it's mandatory.

"No." What. That's it.

"No. What do you mean no?" I knitted my eyebrows together, totally dumb founded.

"It means exactly what I said, no. I'm very overprotective of my property, you want to go clubbing fine? I'll go with you. Don't want me there? Even better, you can stay home and have girl’s night out here that way I'll know where you are and I won't have to worry." He said, leaving no room for an argument. Well tuff s**t, because I don’t go down easily.

"But it wouldn’t be girls night if you're here, and you can't keep me locked away from society forever you know?" I folded my arm stubbornly.

"Don't worry I won't be in your way, my friend Sean and I have some business to take care of so we'll be in my office most of the time. But I expect you to be here when I am here, unless I have preauthorized an outing. I say preauthorized because I want to know where you are at all times. Plus, there may be times when I feel the need to come home during the day for a little stress relief," he said with a crooked grin. Let me clarify: that wasn’t just any crooked grin. My p***y was leaking at an abnormal rate and I feared for the safety of the expensive fabric that lined the chair I was sitting in. My n*****s were at full attention and I pulled my shoulders forward, hoping my satisfied reaction wouldn’t be noticeable. But it didn’t stop there. Oh, no, I was apparently on a roll with my new found whorishness.