MARRIED TO MY DEVIL BILLIONAIRE BOSS

IAmNotAGentleman

CHAPTER 4: I am Not a Gentleman

We both stayed quiet on our drive back to the hotel.

I could remember the tension that existed in that room.

What was going on?, this trip?, kissing my boss, him going down on me.

It was just too much happening within a short time.

The thought of it all made me so nervous, I shot a flirty glance at Alex before immediately facing my side of the window.

My head was beating ten times faster, it was like I couldn’t breathe.

We had better get to the hotel fast. I needed to sleep and wake up knowing that whatever happened today stays in the lost time of today.

Finally, we got back to the hotel. The room issue wasn’t fixed, which meant I still had to spend the night with Alex.

It couldn’t be that bad, all I had to do was to just avoid him.

How hard could that be? This was something I should be used to.

Immediately we got back, I went into the bathroom and this time I closed the door.

I looked into the mirror, reminding myself that this day was about to end.

I took my shower and changed into my PJs and rushed to bed.

I was still thinking about this whole situation, how everything had played out today.

I covered myself with the duvet. Alex was in the balcony. I wasn’t even bothered about what he was doing. I didn’t care, I shouldn’t be bothered.

I lay in that cozy bed for about 30 minutes and I couldn’t sleep. At that point, I was forcing myself. I left the room to make a phone call.

I needed to speak to my best friend Catherine von. She was the only person who could speak sense into me right now.

“Hi Lilith, how are you," Catherine said on the phone. I could hear her munching on what sounded like chips.

“I kissed Alex," I said, waiting for a shout or caution or something.

Catherine kept quiet, I wouldn’t blame her. She was probably in shock right about now.

“Please say something," I said.

“Umm, um, I don’t know what to say. How was it," she asked clearly in shock.

“I don’t want it to happen again, I mean I hate him," I said, trying to reassure you that it would never happen again.

“Oh, it was probably good," she said, laughing.

After the call, I felt better, although my best friend had just finished coming up with a couple of names. Gosh, Catherine. I didn’t care what happened today. All I know is that it wouldn’t happen again.

I breathed a sigh of relief and entered the room. I found Alex on the other side of the bed.

No way this was happening. I knew we were to share a room but definitely not a bed.

I walked over to the bed and stood there for a complete 3 minutes.

I was very uncomfortable with this arrangement.

I picked up a pillow and blanket and slowly crept up to the sofa.

“What are you doing?” he said, still lying on the bed.

Hi

“ Trying to go to sleep," I responded harshly.

He sat up on the bed.

“ Umm, what happened today shouldn’t happen again," I said, putting my pillow in place.

He stood up and walked over to me.

“ I was at the club trying to have a fun night, but you ruined it. I kissed you because I knew you wanted it," he said, staring into my soul.

“It just happened," I responded harshly.

“Don’t worry about being a virgin. I would never f**k you," he said with a disgusting tone. It was like my heart was being pierced with a needle.

“Just because I handled you with care, never take me for a gentleman. I am the complete opposite," he was staring into my soul.

He left the room and never came back. The words echoed in my head, and it reminded me why I hated him.

AFTER THE TRIP

Finally, we were back in New York, it felt good I had a day off, and I was going to use it to rest.

This trip was probably the most stressful I have ever been on.

I spent the afternoon sleeping in my room. I missed the feeling.

When I woke up, I felt more refreshed than ever. I picked up my phone to hear 5 missed calls from my lawyer, Rowan Dexter.

I called him immediately, this wasn’t right. Why was he calling me now?

“Hello," I said, eagerly waiting for a response.

“I was calling you because something has come up. Can we meet up and discuss in person?” he said with worry in his tone.

“Sure, send me an address," I said.

If Rowan said something was up, then something was up. My mind was running to a million possibilities.

I rushed to the address he sent, it was a bar.

“Hey, Rowan, what’s up?” I said, sitting in the chair beside him.

“Sorry for meeting like this, in a bar," he apologized.

“Sure, what is the matter ?” I asked.

“The family is demanding that you pay more than 4 million dollars a year," he said.

“ What, but that was agreed. How much are they demanding," I asked, now worried.

“ They are requesting 10 million dollars," he said.

My heart raced, and my eyes popped out.

“10 million dollars, that is a lot," I said in a loud, worrisome tone.

“I know," Rowan said, trying to calm me down.

“ Can we plead with the court?” I asked.

“I already did, and they refused abruptly," he said.

I felt broken from the inside out. I held my head in my hands, the loans my parents left for me were taking me out slowly.

My whole life has literally been built around clearing this debt of a hundred million dollars.

I did everything right.

I mean I found a job that paid in millions and I invested almost all of it into paying off the debt.

What was I going to do now? Rowan left, and I remained in the end, thinking about my life right now, how was I going to cope, what was I going to do.

I did what anyone in my position would do. I ordered drinks, I took them alone, and I was drunk. That was the only thing I could do now.

I walked home and cried myself to sleep that night.