Possessive Billionaire Mr. Jones

Chapter 5 | I Think Hes Bipolar

Thirty files or more later I was finally finish re-typing all of the documents Mr. Jones left me with.

I hope he is having no fun at his date too.

It was 1:30 am when I was finished and I closed my office door, walking into the elevator. While waiting for the elevator to continue down my phone bings with a message.

Unknown

Be sure to be at my office at 6.

I sigh in frustration. how the hell did he even get my number? That leaves me to have about 4 in a half hours of sleep, I'm going to be extremely exhausted. He is really the worst person I've ever worked with.

Once out of the elevator, I walked to my car, sliding into my front seat. I turn the keys in the engine making it roar to life as I drove off to my penthouse for some little sleep.

***

I jump in fear in my sleep feeling a pile of cold liquid hit my skin. It was freezing cold upon my body.

"What the actual f**k!" I jolt out of my sleep, with my hair and clothes wet from the freezing water.

I stare daggers at him

"You were supposed to be at my office an hour ago Swan," Jones informed, looking casually.

How is he even in my home?

I flip the covers off of my body and stood up, "That doesn't give you the right to break and entering into my apartment and drenched me in water asshole!" I protest, holding my hands around my shoulders from the coldness.

"It's not called break and entering when the doors unlock love." He smirks.

Then I'd had remembered that I didn't lock the door back, I was too tired to do anything. I got in my pj's and instantly went to sleep.

I scoff, "Just leave." I storm pass him into my bathroom to shower, to take my mind off of him.

Inside the bathroom, I put my iPod on the speaker and blasted Pandora on full volume. It helps me on most of my days, such as today, having Mr. Jones just show up and drenched me in freezing water, was not helping my day.

I turn on the water, making sure it was warm before I slid in the shower, the water insistently hits my skin making me finally waken. Making my skin warm again because of the cold water that was drenched on me just mere seconds ago. The song We Don't Talk Anymore played on Pandora, as I started to sing along loudly, music helps me forget.

David has told me that my voice is beautiful but I doubt it, many people could sing better than I do. After I finished washing my body, I shut the shower off and stepped out.

I shut off my music and grabbed my towel to fully wrapped it around my body, I opened the bathroom door to be greeted by him. Again.

Why was he still here? I do not know.

Mr. Jones was lying there on my bed looking up at the ceiling, "Anyone tell you that you have an amazing voice?" he spoke. He then sat up on the bed and when his eyes landed on me, they went wide. He smirked.

That's when I remember I was only in a towel!

I panicked, "Get out!" I pointed at my door for him to leave.

He got up and stood right in front of me smirking, just inches away "Why not love? Do I make you nervous?" he spoke in a raspy, deep voice. My heart nearly leaps from my chest looking into his eyes. I blushed a little, then still remember I just told him to leave.

Curse him and his good looks.

"I said get out Jones!" I demand, again holding my towel tighter against me.

He lifted his hands up in surrender and left without a word. I hurried to lock my door so he wouldn't be such a perv.

"Locking the door will not stop me, Swan." I roll my eyes at his comment and continue to get myself ready for work.

After I was finally dressed I walk out of my room and down the steps to be greeted by a wonderful smell of food.

I walked into my kitchen as I stood frozen, Mr. Jones was cooking breakfast for the two of us. He was using my stove, my food, my things. Why? I'd thought he would have left already.

"What are you doing?" I ask, eyeing the mess he made.

He had stopped stirring the eggs to turn to face me, "What does it look like I'm doing Swan?" he says sarcastically. He shut off the stove and poured the eggs on his plate and another. He shoved the plate into my hand, "Eat up."

I stared at the plate full of food and looked at him dumbfounded. First, he's mean to me, then he acts like a perv, and now he's being nice?

Someone call a doctor, I think this person is seriously mental in his brain.

"Are you going to eat?" He says, halfway eating a pancake.

I sat down across from him at the table, furrowing my eyebrows,"I— What? — What is happening?" I staggered.

He took a sip of his orange juice, "What do you mean?"

"First you're all rude to me, then you're flirting, and now you're being nice?" I shake my head as I took a bite of eggs, which was amazing by the way, "I seriously don't get you, Jones," I state.

Bipolar much?

"Let's just say I'm f****d up." He smiles, as he got up to wash his dish.

I continued to eat my delicious breakfast that was made by my boss.

How did he learn to cook like this? The taste was so heavenly in my mouth, oh how could I can marry his food, well I can marry any food because food is like life, food is basically everythin—

"Swan, I'm sensing you enjoy my cooking a little too much." He cuts off my train of thought with a smile.

I looked down at my plate noticing it was extremely empty and clean, I blush a little of my embarrassment, I'm such an embarrassment to myself.

"It's just the food is so delicious," I finished my drink as I continue, "How do you even learn to cook like that Jones," I smirk.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably; "My mom taught me." Then it fell into silence, his shoulder tensed telling me to not speak of it.

"Well, I'm sure she was an amazing person and a cook." I smile trying to lighten up the mood, but that seemed to not help.

"Yeah well enough talking, and more working, You are already two hours late Swan." He smirks.

I totally forgot about work, "Yes Mr. Jones." I shyly got up from my seat to wash my dish when his voice called my name.

"Swan?"

I turn around to face him, "Yeah?"

"Call me Killian, suits me better." He smiles.