THE BLIND BILLIONAIRE AND HIS LOVER

Chapter 11

Vienna watched as he exited into the bathroom and quickly grabbed the other part of her nightgown and put it on.

She must have taken it off while sleeping and felt grateful that he couldn't see anything or it would be hard to explain.

She waited for him to finish and entered as soon as he was done, feeling guilty about last night.

She finished freshening up and then realized that she had forgotten to take her clothes with her.

Tapping her feet by the door, Vienna opened it slowly and couldn't see him, then sneaked out slowly with a blue towel wrapped firmly around her chest.

Since he couldn't see her, then she just needed to make sure she got to her clothes before he noticed.

Vienna got inside and saw him talking on the phone, but also sitting next to the chair with her clothes on it.

Feeling more nervous as she approached him, she stretched forth her hand to grab the clothes and accidentally tripped on Alan's leg.

She went crashing towards him and tried to get a hold of herself but her towel went loose and she grabbed that first.

Her body fell onto Alan's lap and she closed her eyes, horrified for a second.

"I'm... sorry," she stuttered, rushing to get up but he held her arm back, his other hand finding her waist and Alan raised his brow.

"You are not dressed?" he asked, his eyes seeming to bore into her body even though she knew he couldn't see her, and Vienna shook her head, greatly embarrassed.

"Yes, I wanted to get my clothes," she answered, flushed, as she got up and hung her head low.

"Is that so? You seem to be eager to touch me since last night," he said, and Vienna wanted the ground to swallow her.

She should have known he was awake last night, and knew.

"I'm used to sleeping on the same bed with Vanessa," she replied and hurried away to the closet with the clothes in her hand.

Vienna hit her head slowly against the door, not believing how stupid she made herself look before him twice, and started to dress up.

Vienna finished and remained there, not bothering to dry her hair and waited, hoping he would leave the room first, but the call seemed to be taking longer than ever.

"But if he was awake, why didn't he push her away or say something?" she wondered as she used the towel to dry her hair and sighed, annoyed.

More with herself for having no self-control.

As soon as she gets out of this place, she needs to maintain a distance and make a better plan.

Gathering the courage to come out, Vienna informed him she was going out first and went to the dining area.

...

Karen and Benita were gone before Vienna and Alan arrived at the table for breakfast and ate together with his grandfather.

When it was time to leave, Clinton sent a lot of gifts with them and asked his butler, Mr. George, to go with them to deliver them.

Vienna tried to protest to Alan about their agreement not including her living with him, but since they already lied to the old man about having a baby first to stop the wedding from happening anytime soon, it would be weird for her not to live together with him.

The ride was so quiet that even their breathing was subtle, and Vienna fumed quietly within herself.

She wondered if she really had to share the same bed and live with Alan for three months and dreaded the thought.

The car pulled up in front of the house, and George opened the door for Alan, helping him inside.

"You should leave after taking in the gifts," Alan said, turning to instruct him.

"Grandfather asked me to stay with you for a few days and help you around the house since you don't have any servants in the house," George told him.

He had been working with the Clinton family and had become so close that Alan's grandfather regarded him as family.

Alan sighed, knowing his grandfather's trick. He usually hated the mention of having servants in the house and only hired workers who came to clean and leave immediately.

His grandfather really found a good excuse this time.

Not sure where to go, Vienna stood on her feet close to the door and clutched the bag in her hand.

"Come with me," Alan muttered to her, easily finding his way around the house, and Vienna followed, observing carefully as she went.

Almost everything in the house seemed new and built to make it easy for someone like him to live without getting hurt.

Arriving at the first door, Alan opened it and stepped in, holding the door for her. Vienna felt skeptical and reluctant to go into the same space with him and declined.

"I will just wait downstairs," she told him, and heard an annoyed sigh from him.

"I'm not going to bite you," he said.

"Fine," she mumbled, and heard the door close behind her as she stepped in.

Vienna stared around the room, surprised that his place was actually more homely than what she thought it would be, and folded her arms.

The interior and design seemed like what a man would allow because he wanted to satisfy his wife.

Ignoring that and focusing on what’s important, Vienna turned to Alan as he took a seat on a chair.

"What are you going to do now?" she questioned, and Alan raised a brow, confused.

"I never agreed to live together with you, and how could you think of using the word pregnancy to your grandfather?" she snapped, annoyed.

Alan blinked, flabbergasted, not expecting her outburst, but remained calm and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

"You agreed to do anything asked of you for the next three months," he reminded her.

"You sicko," Vienna cussed lowly, but he could still hear her.

After watching her act so quiet and calm yesterday, despite all that was said about her, Alan thought the last three years must have changed her from her old self, but it turned out he was wrong.

She was still as feisty as before.

"If you had thought of a good reason, I wouldn't have had to step in and say something," he replied.

"Then you should have thought of something better. How are we going to convince him?" Vienna asked, worried, but Alan sneered.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," he told her.

"I have no intention of sleeping with you. You only have to play your part right and follow my lead," Alan said firmly.

"I won’t even if you offer to pay me," she retorted.

"I hate the idea of sharing the same space with you, talk more of the same room and bed," she muttered in complaint, and Alan's grip on his staff tightened, angry.

"Shut your mouth," he said lowly, but still loud enough to create some fear in Vienna, and she closed her mouth immediately.

"I am going to get rid of George. Just ensure that grandfather doesn't find out anything from you," he told her, knowing how shocked and disappointed he would be if he ever found out that he was using the same trick again to deceive him.

Vienna stared at him facing her and took a long inhale before speaking.

"About Benita, did you..." she started, but Alan didn't allow her to finish before grabbing her arms and pushing her back against the wall behind her.