The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 11

I fall asleep the moment Rocco falls onto my back in exhaustion, and when I wake up, I find myself under a duvet and alone. I take the duvet off me and attempt to move, but I hiss as pain surges through my s*x. I look down to find a red stain on the mattress. Careful, I bring my legs over the edge of the bed and pick up the dress across the floor and put it back on. What time is it? It feels weird to listen to the silence in the room.

I take myself in the full-length mirror, and I look like a mess, but my skin seems to be glowing. I recall how this room was filled with my moans mixed with his grunts just a while ago, but now it's uncomfortably quiet. I run my fingers through my hair, still feeling the ghost of his kisses across my neck and his unmerciful thrusts. I was blindfolded. I think he took it when I was deep in my sleep. I leave the room and ignore the pain between my legs. In the hallway, Nail seems to have been waiting for me. When he sees me coming out, he leans off the wall and smiles at me, handing me my phone.

“Great job, Valeria,” he praises, but I can tell something is amiss with his expression. Receiving praise from Nail after what happened earlier feels so awkward, and I don't exactly know what he's praising me for.

“Thanks. Is something wrong?” I ask. Nail and I have known each other for years, so I can always tell if something is wrong. He looks at his feet before looking up again at me and shoving his hands into his pants, saying, “I just want to remind you that everything that goes on with you and him is nothing more than just a contract, Valeria, so don't let your emotions be involved with him.”

I understand what he means, but I'm not sure why he has to tell me that now.

“I appreciate you telling me that, but I know what I signed myself up for. And I know myself and my limitations.”

Nail smiles, relieved. “I'm glad to know that, Val. I was just reminding you in case you forgot. Anyway, you've been asleep for an hour. It's pretty late, do you need me to drive you home?”

“Thanks, but I think I can drive myself home,” I refuse.

“All right, then. See you tomorrow.”

A few minutes later, I'm in my car, inserting the key in the ignition as I read messages on my phone. There are messages from Luz asking me if I'm free tomorrow, and there are also messages from an unsaved number. I open Luz's first and send a response before I open the ones from an unsaved number, and my brows knit together at what I read: you're in great danger; run and don't look back. It's the same number that texted me at the party.

I dial the number, and it rings. I can see my chest fall up and down as I wait for the person to answer, and when they do, I swallow before I say, my voice trembles, “H-hello?” There is utter silence before the line cuts, and when I dial again, it goes straight to a voicemail. I calm myself before blocking the number.

Someone must have fun making fun of me.

Turning the key in the ignition, the car roars, and I try to focus on the road, but the messages from that number keep surfacing in my head. I have to stop and let in a deep breath. I text Nail and ask if he could trace the number, and soon after he responds, “Okay” without asking why. I continue driving, and I stop by a drive-thru when I hear my stomach rumble and eat it on the way home. I arrive at my apartment not long after. Whoever the person is texting me might just be trying to scare me, and I can say they're doing a great job because they scared me, but they don't seem to be trying to scare me, though; they seem to be warning me, but from whom?

From Rocco?

He had all the opportunities to harm me, but he never did anything to me, or maybe the person is warning me about the people that surround Rocco. This makes more sense, but why would they harm me? I remember Rocco said, “It's the only way for me to be safe. And the less I know, the safer I will be.” Him announcing that I would be the future successor of his businesses is the only way for me to be safe. That means he knew I was in danger long before his announcement, or maybe he knew I was in danger before I even signed the contract. Did he know me before we even met?

I recall the man at my parentsʼ grave. It was obvious he didn't want anyone to see him at the grave.

I enter my apartment, my head buzzing with a headache from the questions flooding my mind. I have to go back to where my parents and I lived before, and I hope I find something that will answer whatever answer I need. I'm trying to piece everything together, and it leads me to my parents. When I was a child, I remember my parents kept telling me to be strong and that a time would come when I would be able to forgive them.

I was too immature to understand all of that, and I thought they were not making any sense, but looking back, they seemed to have known that their death was coming. I think I should start with my parents. I heave a sigh and place the glass I drank water from into the sink. I might just be overthinking everything. I'll just wait for Nail to tell me about the number, and I'll decide what I'm going to do from there.

I slip out of my dress and step into the shower. When the water hits my head, I feel myself cool down and relax. Closing my eyes, I look up to feel the water hitting my face, only to recall myself crying out loud and the sound of the bed creaking as Rocco penetrates me with his massive member. My hand finding my s*x below, I use my other hand to knead my breast as the earlier scenes replay in my head and the feeling of the smoothness of the skin of his face against my hand. I insert two fingers and lean my arched back on the wall, hearing Rocco's grunts in my head.

My fingers picking up a pace, shaky moans bounce off the corners of the bathroom, and not long after, my chest heaves up and down as my s*x releases a sticky fluid. Biting down on my lower lip, I watch as the white sticky fluid drips down my legs down to the floor before I continue showering, feeling refreshed and better than ever. When I'm done, I turn off the shower and cover my body with a towel before I step out of the bathroom. Drying my hair with a portable dryer, I step out of my room, and I stop in my tracks when I see a man in the living room, his back facing me.

I quietly get the jar sitting on a table next to me before I walk slowly to the man, a towel only covering my body. My heart is currently in my throat as I think of the text I received earlier and this man intruding into my apartment. He hasn't noticed me yet, so when I'm close enough to hit him with the jar, I raise my arm but stop midway when he turns around. Nick quickly steps back when he sees what I was about to do.

“Nick? I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit—I thought a man intruded into my apartment. What are you doing here?” I say, panic in my voice.

“No, I was the one who should apologize. I did intrude into your apartment, but believe me, it's never my intention to just enter. Your door was open when I arrived, but I called your name and you were not answering, so I thought something happened to you,” he explained. I must have left it open when I entered earlier.

“But...” Nick glances at me uncomfortably before looking away.

“Ah, I think...you should get dressed first.”

I look at myself. “Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be back.”

I quickly head back to my room, place the jar on a table, and throw on whatever I can find in my closet. I usually left my door to my room open, and he might have heard me doing what I was doing earlier if he entered my room to look for me, but what does he want from me at this hour? It's already so late. I emerge back from my room a few minutes later, and Nick is currently sitting on the sofa.

He looks up at me from his phone. Nick is kind and handsome, too, and he's been so vocal about how he feels toward me, but I don't feel the same way for him. I see him as a friend and nothing more. But if he's here at this hour, it must have been important.

“Do you want to drink something?” I ask.

“No, just maybe water,” he responds shyly.

I enter the kitchen and fill a glass up with water before coming out and sitting across from him on the sofa, handing him the glass.

“Thanks, uhm, I bought you this,” he says, handing me a box of donuts.

“Thank you, Nick.” As much as my mouth waters at the sight of donuts, I don't want him dragging on about what he needs from me at this hour.

“You went at this hour; it must have been important,” I hint for him to tell me now what he needs as I place the box of donuts next to me.

Nick suddenly becomes serious, and he looks at the door as if he's cautious about someone hearing what he's going to say.

“Valeria, you must be careful,” he starts, his voice serious and laced with concern.

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“It was not my plan to come here. But when you were leaving the bar earlier, I saw a car follow you. I quickly hopped into my car to make sure you weren't really being followed, but the car was tailing you all the time, and maybe they saw my car behind them; that's why they stopped and went to a different road. I followed the car, but I lost them.”