Billionaire Bad Boy, Broken Underneath

Chapter 15

Ezra's POV

Carissa has been working in my house for over a month now and I just can't hide my feelings anymore. It grows by the day. I can't ignore it even if I wanted to. On one hand, I feel she's worth laying down everything for, and on the other hand, I can't help but wonder if my feelings are valid. A part of me still thinks it's because I haven't had her in my bed yet. That part still insists that these feelings would go away or maybe lessen when I finally have her. I still don't like the idea of having my freedom taken away and being committed to just one woman.

My body craves s*x. Lots of it. And I can't deny the fact that it helps to push the ugly memories I have to the back of my mind. It reassures me of who I am. It may sound weird to some people but I need the constant validation due to the ugly incidents that took place at Randall's house. s*x, alcohol and work are the three things that keep me going. I drown myself in them and they help me stay afloat. The funny thing about work is that I don't really do it for the money. Yes it comes as a result of the hours I put in but it is mainly a distraction for me.

People don't really know how much I'm worth. The figures they have on the net is nothing compared to my actual net worth. I mean, with the way I work, I'm bound to see results. And it comes in bulk. I have more money and assets than I know what to do with. I've established various charity organizations and I give back to society. I don't really care that much about money. I still wouldn't deny the fact that I enjoy the benefits but it's not really my driving force. All I want is for Randall and his cohorts to be exposed and I've just been waiting for the right time. But I know the more I wait, the more children are roped into his disgusting schemes.

I conclude that as much as I like Carissa, I still have to test the waters to see if it's genuine or just my want for her body. I acknowledge that something other than her body draws me to her but I choose not to focus on that. It could be a fluke for all I know. I need to get her in my bed to be a hundred percent certain it's not just my lust speaking. I had come home early from work and I'm lounging on my balcony. I spot Carissa talking to one of my drivers and the i***t had the nerve to smile at her. She hands over what seems to be food to him and gives him a dashing smile. Why would she smile at him? I should be the only one she smiles at. I'm acting kinda possessive but I do not care. Carissa enters the house and I take out my phone and dial her number. She picks on the second ring.

“I need you to bring freshly squeezed apple juice up to my room now. Don't keep me waiting” I end the call before she's able to respond. I walk back into my room and toss my phone on the bed. I ignore my rule about my staff being off limits. I need my hot chef in my bed and I'm going to have her.

The door opens a few minutes later and Carissa walks in, holding a tray with a tall glass of juice on it. She places it on the coffee table in the sitting area of my room and turns to me.

“Here's your drink. Do you need anything else?” she asks politely.

“Actually, I do” I move closer to her.

“Okay. What else can I get you?” she asks

“You” I say, standing right in her face.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me clearly, Carissa. I want you. In my bed” I stare at her intensely. I'm standing so close to her so I catch a swift of her perfume. It has a flowery scent and it fills my nostrils. I want to bury my face in the crook of her neck. She looks even more beautiful up close. She has the most luscious lips I've ever seen and I just want to kiss her senseless.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Ezra. I think I need to leave now” she says, taking a step back but I hold her in place before she could get any farther. She looks up at me and it surprises me that she doesn't look scared. If anything, she has a bored look on and it irritates me. I have a strong effect on women but this one is just a stubborn nut to c***k. It challenges me even more.

“You know exactly what I mean, Carissa” I pull her closer and she wriggles free from my grip. I let her. I'm not one to force a woman. I'll never do that. I let my charm do the work but Carissa is proving too stubborn. If it were to be other women, we would have long forgotten about conversations and gotten down to business. With women, I don't even have to try. They throw themselves at me as they please and I only take what they give. Easy peasy.

“I would have you know that I'm not one of your ‘women’ and I do not appreciate what you just did. I'm your staff, Ezra. This isn't proper” she says with an annoyed look.

“Carissa, I want you. I can't deny the fact that my body wants you. You are undeniably gorgeous. I can't seem to take my eyes off you” I put my hands in the pocket of my sweat pants as my eyes travel round her body. Damn! She's hot.

“Like I said. This is not proper. I do not engage in such scandalous activities, Mr Ezra. I'm here to work. Please allow me do my job. You've told me countless times to focus on my job and that's what I'm doing. I can't be with you in that way, I'm sorry” she states and quietly leaves the room.

I smirk, not believing what just happened. I just got rejected and told off in the process. This has never happened. Not once. Women come unto me. I don't beg. My hot chef is trying to prove she's different. She wants me to chase her and I do not chase. It's really embarrassing and I'm beyond livid at how this played out. What right does she have to turn me down? I angrily walk towards the bathroom to take a very cold shower. My mood just turned sour.