The Billionaire’s Contracted Ruin

Chapter 3: Stripped Raw

ALLYSA

The silence that enveloped the car after was so deadly and loud. He stared incredulously at me, both brows now arched. The driver in the front seat was doing an incredible job of acting like the two people in his backseat didn’t even exist.

Embarrassment began to wash over me and I deeply regretted opening my mouth in the first place. I just couldn’t seem to stop making a fool of myself tonight, could I? Internally, I begged him, anyone to say something and after twenty centuries, he finally did. “Are you drunk?”

I pressed my lips together at his underwhelming reply. “No, I’m not.”

“Well, you have to be to be riding a bike in the middle of a rainy night in nothing but a robe and some…ridiculous slippers…”

“Hey!”

“…and it’s either that or you’re just incredibly stupid.”

“Look, I’m going through a lot right now okay?!” I snapped.

“Um, sir, we’re here.” I didn’t even notice we’d stopped in front of a hotel.

“And frankly, you’re such a f*****g asshole. Like I mean, yeah, I crashed into your car or whatever…” If his brows rose any higher, they’d disappear into his hairline. “But at least, you could try to be nice to me or something…”

He sharply turned and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him and cutting me off mid rant. My mouth gaped at his insolence. My eyes flashed to the driver’s who quickly looked away. “Is he always such a f*****g prick?” I screeched.

My side of the door was thrown open and he stood there, towering over me stonily. “Get out.” I glared at him. “I will throw you over my shoulder if I have to.”

I huffed and climbed down haughtily, brushing past him and making sure to body check his ass, though he didn’t move an inch while a vague ache radiated in my shoulders. He exchanged words with the driver and then grabbed my arm and hauled me to a private entrance. I protested as he manhandled me like a sack of potatoes through the door, into the elevator, out of it and then till we reached a room that had two guards stationed in front of it.

They straightened as we appeared. “Sir.” They greeted, casting curious glances at me. The man merely nodded and hauled me into the vast room, then dropping my arm like it burned and disappearing into a nearby door. I looked around at the opulence of what I now knew to be a penthouse, every inch screaming wealth. He appeared again with a folded thick shirt, dropped it on an armchair and then pointed towards a door. “Shower, dry off and change into this. Room service will be up shortly.” Then he began to stride towards the door.

Just as he opened the door, I screamed, “You really won’t f**k me, you bastard?” The guards outside quickly looked away as the man froze. With a heavy breath, he slammed the door closed and turned back towards me.

“What is your problem?” He growled and I unconsciously shied away from him. “You’re out at night, on a bike you can barely control while it’s raining, in a f*****g flimsy ass robe and you crash into my car and then demand I sleep with you after I charitably offer to see you home safely. And worst of all, you have a f*****g ring on your finger. What is your problem?” He demanded.

The mention of the ring brought to my attention that I was wearing it. I’d forgotten to take it off because it hadn’t even occurred to me to. My lips trembling, I said, “My problem is that tomorrow, I’m to get married to the only boyfriend I’ve ever had in my life, and I just found out he’s been sleeping with my childhood bestfriend! I’ve given everything I was asked to give, I’ve been the perfect daughter and fiancée and bestfriend, and this is what I got. So yes, I want you to f**k me tonight or I’ll go out there and CRASH YOUR CAR INTO THIS BUILDING!”

He stood stockstill, like a statue, his sterling eyes trained on me. His face hadn’t changed once all through my rant and he continued boring those eyes into me. I waited for him to say something but all he did was finally move and continue back towards the door.

My heart dropped as humiliation seared through me. My lips trembled violently, my vision blurring as a wounded sound tore from me. He stopped by the door, turned around and said, “Shower, change…and when I’m back, I want you on that bed, lying naked and waiting for me.”

I froze, my eyes snapping up to him just as he turned and left the room.