Held Against My Will by Mr. Billionaire

“Enter.” The command was all the permission she got. Elena squinted, a shield of fingers raised against the sudden, brutal light that slammed into her eyes. A harsh contrast to the dim corridor she had just left, and she paused in the doorway, waiting for the temporary white blindness to recede. With her vision now clear, Elena surveyed the expansive room, noting the oversized bed and the lavish furniture, with the initials “F” etched on almost every item in the room. Elena’s anxiety grew as she anticipated her meeting with Alexander Ford, the man her father had promised her to, a person notorious for his harsh and uncompromising ways. She already despised him. “Come in here.” She heard the voice again, its command and authority unmistakable, prompting Elena to move slowly towards an adjoining room from which the voice could be heard. Upon entering the room, Elena's eyes landed on a massive man administering a massage to another, who lay face down on the table too engrossed to acknowledge her presence. As the standing man turned, Elena's gaze met his, and she quickly identified Alexander as the one receiving the massage, not the hulking masseur. Alexander, with a wave of his hand beckoned to the masseur to leave indicating that the session was over. With quiet efficiency, the masseur packed his belongings as Alexander stood up, the towel strung around his low hips. He walked past Elena without a word, his gaze straight ahead and disappeared into the bathroom prompting Elena to wonder if he knew she was there. With the masseur's departure, Elena pondered about the identity of the deep-voiced individual- was it the hulking masseur or Mr. Ford. “Why are you still standing there?” Alexander enquired, his voice cutting through the silence with a hint of authority. The commanding tone , now unmistakably his, seemed to fill the room. Elena’s eyes locked unto Alexander's, her voice calm and composed, “You did not offer me a seat.” Her words were a polite yet firm observation. Alexander's eyes narrowed and he had a firm expression on his face, a look he seemed to reserve for those who overstepped. His eyes scrutinized Elena, making her feel uneasy under his intense gaze. Elena’s gaze swept over Alexander’s imposing figure beneath the robe he was wearing, taking in his towering height and muscular build which was evident even under the loose fabric. His strong jawline and smooth hairless face framed his brown eyes. Short, dark hair combined to create a striking image, one that was both handsome and intimidating. Alexander’s gaze lingered on Elena, assessing her reaction to his intimidating stare. She didn't flinch nor back down. He sensed a challenge in her calm exterior. She seemed either genuinely unfazed or expertly masking her fear. The thrill of breaking through her defenses began to stir within him. Alexander looked Elena up and down, noting her impressive height for a girl unlike her father, Santiago. He inferred that she did not get her tall stature from him. His eyes lingered on her feminine curves, blue eyes and long brown hair. But his stare narrowed on her attire, and he noted with interest that she had not worn the clothes he had sent. “What is this you are wearing?” Alexander's voice was a low cold rumble. Elena's gaze faltered, her eyes drifting to the fitted red bodysuit and jeans showcasing her figure without being revealing, and she felt a flutter in her chest as she met Alexander's questioning gaze. “I preferred to wear something else.” Elena replied, her gaze locked on Alexander's, “The outfit you sent wasn't something I would feel comfortable in.” Her feet subtly betrayed her tension as she rubbed one against the other. Alexander walked up to her, his proximity was sudden and imposing, their bodies, mere inches apart. The gentle, alluring aroma of his scent lingered in the air, making her aware of the physical space they shared. “Sit.” Alexander commanded, his finger pointing towards the bed, his glare never leaving her face. “There.” Elena felt her composure start to slip as a strange sense of compliance washed over her, her movement almost involuntary as she sat down on the bed’s edge, her thoughts swirling around one haunting question - fear? Alexander sat down on one of the three couches in the room which made him a little far from her given the expansive space. But when he spoke, his voice came through, loud and clear, bridging the physical gap between them. “I believe Santiago, told you why you are here?” Alexander said, his tone even. Elena replied “Yes, my father told me why I should live with you.” But she suspected there was a hidden truth her father did not tell, something he was ashamed to say to her. “What did he tell you?” Alexander questioned. A shiver ran down Elena's spine, her father's words echoed in her head, she was to marry Mr Ford. What had her father left unsaid? What did Mr Ford know that she didn't? Elena's response was laced with a hint of uncertainty. “My father told me that the investment you made will be repaid through our marriage.” She stated, looking down at her trousers. Alexander found it laughably easy and couldn't help but wonder how she would react to the truth. He noted her anxiety about finding out the truth though he had not yet told her anything and Alexander concluded she was a smart girl. His gaze tightened, a characteristic gesture that made him look particularly serious and unyielding. “Your father sold you to me.” Alexander stated in his low rumbling voice. “I own you now, consider it a trial period. Your continued stay here is dependent on your ability to be useful to me. If I deem you useless, I will send you back and your father will have exactly three years to repay me in full.” Alexander watched her closely, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he awaited her reaction. Alexander’s words stunned Elena. Her head snapped up to meet his gaze, she found a predatory stillness in his eyes which sent a wave of cold terror. In that instant, she knew. He was savoring this moment, he expected a performance - the tears, the shock, the pleas - to affirm his absolute control over her. Elena collected her thoughts, ensuring her composure before speaking. She wouldn't let Alexander see her rattled. With a calm demeanor she began to speak, her words measured and deliberate. “Permit me to ask, Mr. Ford, how can I be useful to you?” Elena asked with a firm voice devoid of anxiety and hesitation, contrary to Alexander's expectations. A spark of curiosity ignited within Alexander as he observed her composure. He studied her, intrigued by her audacity. Most people cowered before him but she seemed unfazed. He couldn't help but wonder what shaped her into someone so unafraid. The thought crossed his mind, “who does she think she is?” Alexander’s eyes flashed with resolve. He'd crush Elena's confidence. He was determined to use every tool at his disposal to crush her spirit, to make her submit to his will. She would learn to fear him, to obey without questions. He stood up and took fast, intentional steps towards Elena. With each step, his presence grew more imposing. He had this fierce expression that seemed to hold many unspoken threats. As Alexander's presence loomed over her, Elena rose to her feet quickly. She faced him squarely, her composure intact, her gaze never wavering from his. His towering presence seemed to shrink the space around her, the proximity was suffocating, his breath a whisper against her skin as he looked down at her. Elena’s eyes locked onto his, a spark of tension crackling between them. She stood frozen, unwilling to yield an inch. When Alexander finally spoke, the minty coolness of his breath caressed her face, his voice dropped with an unnerving calmness, sending shivers down her spine. “What is your name?” Alexander asked her. “Elena.” She replied, her voice steady and clear, her gaze never wavered from his intense stare. When Alexander spoke this time, it dripped with an unspoken menace, his voice wrapped around her like a whirlwind on a cold December evening. “I don't like repeating myself, Elena, but it seems you are a really stubborn one.” Alexander stated. “I could sell you off to the highest bidder by morning and not one bastard would bat an eyelid.” Elena knew he hadn't finished speaking, his voice, a subtle reminder that she should choose her next words carefully. Alexander continued speaking, “I own you girl, and I decide what I want to do with you. You should understand that your father owes me thirty million dollars. If you don't cooperate, I will send you back tomorrow and withdraw my funds immediately.” A surge of anger coursed through Elena's veins as she processed his words. The casual possessiveness in his voice made her blood boil. Her outrage shimmering just below the surface. “Even if you send me back tomorrow.” She said, her voice wavering slightly, “the agreement stands regardless of my situation - my father has three years to pay you.” A smirk appeared across Alexander's face, a silent acknowledgement of his perceived triumph. His instincts told him he had found a crack in her armor. The weight of Alexander’s stare was crushing as he delivered the final blow, his voice unyielding as he declared, “There was no trial period, you were never an option. So the agreement wouldn't stand.” The thought of her father's fate made her weigh her options, knowing her father's life depended on her compliance. She would swallow her pride and play the role he demanded; dignity would have to take a backseat. Elena lifted her gaze no more, and in a low subdued tone she asked, “What do you want?” Alexander replied to her almost immediately with a glint of victory in his eyes, “You know what I want girl.” Elena squeezed herself past Alexander and walked to the other side of the bed. She attempted to take off her bodysuit and Alexander stopped her immediately. “Don't take it off yet”. He commanded. Elena looked at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I will take it off myself.” Alexander said firmly. He walked up to Elena who kept her head downcast. She wished it was all just a dream. She did not want to lose her sense of womanhood, not like this. A few tears dropped on the Persian rug just beneath her, each one, a silent revelation. Her mind wandered to her father. She so much wanted to despise him, yet she found herself unable to summon the hatred she so desperately wanted to feel. Alexander grasped the fabric on her shoulder and slowly slid it down her arm, a rush of excitement surging through him. He liked that she previously made him feel tension a little - it only made the experience more thrilling for him. “Do not lower your head, girl.” Alexander said with a smile. “Don't make it seem like I forced you to do this.” He couldn't help but notice the subtle view of her cleavage. He watched Elena wipe her face with the sleeve of her other arm while still keeping her head down. When she looked up, her cheeks were dry, but the redness in her eyes told a different story. Her eyes blazed with determination, a fierce resolve to see it through despite her obvious hesitation. Alexander felt a sharp pang in his chest, it was a feeling he couldn't quite name - was it pity or fear? He had done this more times than he could count, so what was different now? Why did his hands tremble? Why couldn't he look her in the eyes? He had faced powerful men without flinching and still asserted his authority - so why was it so hard now? “Who is this girl?” He wondered inwardly. With a sigh, Alexander returned to his chair, his voice low and commanding, “Leave.” without bothering to glance behind him. Elena's gaze followed Alexander as he sat back on his couch and reached for his phone, instructing someone to bring him tea. Suddenly aware of her risky position, she decided to take advantage of his leniency before he reconsidered his decision to let her go. As the door shut behind her, Alexander's eyes remained fixed on it. His thoughts lingered on Elena as he pondered the mystery of her nature.