Billionaire Enemy wants me

Chapter 4

IVAN SMITH

As soon as I got close to my aunt and uncle, I saw that the girl with them was Stela. I was impressed by her and looked her up and down. She looked beautiful and hot in that dress, nothing like the same person I had kicked out of my office room.

Stela seemed surprised by my presence and kept glancing at me and at Caroline, who was holding my arm. I spent some time talking to my aunt and uncle, mainly listening to my aunt’s complaints about not visiting them more often. During the conversation, I became curious when I learned that someone was occupying my room at their house. It seemed the occupant had no idea it was my room because her face showed evident surprise.

She quickly came up with an excuse, saying she was going to look for Andreza, and then rushed off as if she were fleeing a monster. I just watched where she went, and she headed into the house as I expected.

Unable to control myself, I excused myself, saying I needed to go to the bathroom quickly. I left Caroline with my aunt, uncle, and Carlos and walked into the house. There was no sign of Stela when I got to the door, so I thought she might have gone to the bedroom.

As if my legs had a mind of their own, I climbed the stairs towards what had been my room. I stood in front of the door and thought about knocking, but I did not hear any movement inside; I believed no one was there. Still, I decided to open the door and go inside.

When I entered, I noticed some clothes on the bed, a diary on the bedside table, and a bag next to the bathroom door. As soon as I lifted my head, the bathroom door opened, revealing a somewhat frightened Stela. It looked as if she was seeing the Devil.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"As far as I know, this room is mine. I came here to use my bathroom," I replied, looking directly into her eyes, then moving my gaze down to her cleavage. The short dress showed off her legs, and damn, she looked too hot in that dress.

I didn’t even recognize myself; I had never been an impulsive man, but this girl was driving me mad. I wanted to pin her to the wall and kiss her until I lost my breath.

"I'm sorry, but I'm using your room at the moment, and from what I've gathered, you haven't occupied it in a long time. You can use the social bathroom or one of the guest room bathrooms."

"Wow, it seems you have an answer for everything. Now I remember you were very rude to walk out of my office like that, turning your back on me and slamming the door."

"What did you expect? That I would thank you for treating me like garbage and leaving with my head down, asking to be excused?"

Hmm, the girl had a sharp tongue for sarcastic replies.

"Speaking of manners, I admit I didn’t treat you the way I should have. I apologize for that. Carlos told me about what happened the day you bumped into me. I also ask for your forgiveness for the way I treated you. It’s not every day I apologize, but I know when I’ve made a mistake. You weren’t having a good day, and neither was I, so we ended up treating each other badly."

"I didn’t treat you badly at any time. I even apologized for the bump, but you didn’t care, and I went to the hospital to see my grandfather who had a heart attack. Both times we met, you were rude, cold, and acted like a complete i***t. If I had known you would be at this party, I wouldn’t have come, and if I could, I would never look at you again."

"Listen here, girl..." I stepped closer to her, holding her by the arm. "I'm apologizing to you, which is something I don’t do every day, so if you don’t accept my apology, that’s your problem," I said, looking deep into her eyes but not letting go.

She didn’t say anything but stared at me intensely.

We stared at each other for a few seconds, and I didn't know what came over me, but I couldn't control myself and kissed her hard. Without letting go of her lips, I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there with my body. At first, she didn't react, but soon, she responded to the kiss intensely. Her lips were sweet like nothing I'd ever tasted before.

I didn't feel like letting go, and I noticed she was losing the strength in her legs. I took her arms and put them around my neck so she could hold on. She buried her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, which surprised me because it meant she was enjoying it as much as I was. I confessed to myself that I'd never kissed anyone as intensely as I was kissing her now.

I plunged my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it, then bit her lower lip before sucking it again. It was a depraved, needy, delicious kiss unlike anything I'd experienced before. I ran my hands down her body, feeling her curves, lifting her short dress, and squeezing her hard, round ass. She was hot as hell and completely surrendered to me, but I needed to stop before she did something she'd regret later.

I let go of her before she collapsed breathlessly in my arms. I pulled back, resting my forehead against hers. I'll admit, I almost had an orgasm from that kiss. She was panting just like me, but she didn't let go. She kept holding onto me with her arms around my neck and her hands in my hair.

Taking a deep breath, I held her chin and stared into her eyes. "Did Carlos help you with the work? Did you interview him?"

"Yes," she replied, still catching her breath.

"I'll be waiting for you on Monday at ten o'clock in the morning at my office, and don't be late. I'll help you. I'll give you the interview. Surely, with me, your work will have much more credibility and weight in your grade."

She let go of me and adjusted her dress.

Damn, I wanted to grab her again! I needed to get out of that room before she did something stupid. So, I left after waiting for her response. I needed air urgently.

I'd stayed long enough at this party, so I went to look for Caroline and get the hell out of there. She'd surely want to take me to her apartment, and all I needed now was to spend the night with a hot woman to get Stela and that kiss out of my head.

***

STELA GOMES

I stood there, petrified, unable to move a muscle, unable to believe what had just happened inside that room. My God, Ivan kissed me? One moment, we were arguing, and the next, he was kissing me.

The worst part wasn't even that. The worst part was that I reciprocated and liked the way he kissed me. It was unexpected, intense, and incredible. When he pinned me to the wall and started kissing me, I had no reaction, but when I felt his hands on me, I couldn't resist and returned the kiss. He took my hands and put them around his neck. I felt his soft hair and tangled my fingers in it.

I admitted to myself that at that moment, I was no longer thinking clearly and was pulling him closer. I wanted him very much. He ran his hands down my body, then slid them under my short dress, squeezing my ass. I felt a throbbing between my legs, a sensation I'd never felt before. The way he kissed me and sucked my tongue... everything was new to me.

I'm nineteen years old, but I'd never been with anyone like that, let alone kissed like that.

I'm a virgin, but I'm no fool, and I know very well what would have happened if we hadn't stopped. In fact, if he hadn't stopped, because I was no longer thinking clearly. I let myself be carried away by the sensation and desire that his kiss gave me. That was very new to me.

My thoughts were interrupted by Andreza bursting into the room like a hurricane. "What are you doing here alone? And what's with that face? Why are you blushing? Are you okay?"

What a question! I could say I'm not feeling well, but knowing Andreza as I do, she'd make a big deal out of it. With that in mind, I decided to come up with another excuse.

"I came here just to use the bathroom and retouch my makeup. I was just about to go downstairs."

"Well, let's go downstairs then. Ivan is down there with his 'little friend.' My cousin wanted to leave, but it seemed she persuaded him to stay a little longer. I wanted to hit the dance floor with someone, but Ivan's making faces, so I'm going to dance with you."

Just hearing his name makes my heart race. "Weren't you supposed to be chasing after your brother's friend? What happened to your plans to make out with him, like you said you would?"

"He's an i***t. I hit on the guy, but he said he couldn't be with his friend's little sister. Can you believe that? I'm not a child to be treated like that, so I told him to go to hell."

I laughed at what she said because she seemed so indignant. "Let's go downstairs and dance, but you know I'm not very good at it."

“Oh come on! You're great at dancing; the problem is that you avoid clubbing. You're too straight-laced, Stela. You need to enjoy life more."

"Let's go before I change my mind about dancing with you."

We went downstairs and passed by where Ivan was with his friend and Carlos, talking. I noticed that Ivan followed us with his eyes as we headed to the dance floor. When we started dancing, I felt his gaze on me. I don't know what gets into me, but knowing that he's watching loosens me up. I'm dancing for him, feeling his eyes on me, and Andreza seems to enjoy my newfound confidence.

"Wow, friend, you're killing it. It's been a long time since I've seen you this relaxed. That's it, shake that ass! The guys are all crazy looking at us. Maybe you'll pick up someone tonight."

She's hilarious, so I started laughing at her. "Don't exaggerate, Andreza. I'm just dancing here for you, the one who got rejected, little girl..." I laughed at her, who didn't like my comment, and then stuck her tongue out at me.

"Look over there," she said.

"Look where?"

"There," she answered, discreetly pointing to Carlos and Ivan, who were looking at us and that "little friend" with a scarily ugly face.

"My brother and cousin are drooling over you because I can assure you those looks aren't for me."

"You can stop it, Andreza. I will never be with your brother, much less your cousin. You know what I think about him."

"Wow, you're so annoying. Let's get something to drink because if you keep dancing like this, you might actually get them to drool."

Andreza pulled me towards the bar, where I ordered a non-alcoholic drink. My friend immediately complained, calling me a prude, but I'm not used to drinking, and I don't want to risk embarrassing myself at other people's parties. We talked and looked at the guys at the party while Andreza complained about the dump she took. My friend is really outraged by the situation.

Soon after, I realized that Ivan and Carlos were no longer in the same place. Ivan has probably left, and Carlos is undoubtedly enjoying his super party. As Andreza predicted, the party eventually ends up in the pool.

I made my excuses to my friend and retreated to my room. Taking off my makeup, I stepped into the shower, put on some comfortable clothes, and fell into the bed. Laying my head on the pillow, I thought about everything that had happened tonight. Ivan's kiss lingered in my mind, the sensations he had stirred within me, the glances he had cast in my direction, and the words he had spoken.

He’s mighty eager for me to come back to the Smith group so I can interview him and redo the work that was already done. Seemed he thought he was better than Carlos. Ah, but I won’t do that.

It wasn't because I liked his kiss that I'd forgotten the way he'd treated me. No, it was Carlos who had helped me when Ivan had kicked me out and treated me like garbage. I wasn't gonna be ungrateful to Carlos just because Ivan had a sore conscience, not a chance.

The best thing I could do was steer clear of Ivan, and I sure hoped I'd never cross paths with him again, neither on the street nor here. It’s decided: I’m not going back to that company, never.