Marked By The Billionaire Alpha

chapter 1

Amanda pov

"The clients are awaiting our feedback, Sir. What response do you suggest I give back?" I said for the third time as I stood in my boss's office waiting for him to respond.

He said nothing again and my irritation grew. He kept acting like I wasn't in his office, typing away on his laptop. He annoyed me and I only put up with his attitude because, one, it's hard to find a job and two, I have debts to settle. From student loans to credit card debits, it was all too much so I have to take up and swallow all the advances from the p*****t of a boss I have and his annoying side like what he's doing now.

"Aren't you tired?" He finally spoke up when I was just giving up on him.

"Sorry, what? The client's call came in this morning and I haven't..."

"Amelia, aren't you tired of playing hard to get?" His eyes were now on me and I looked everywhere but him.

He stood up slowly to his feet, pushing back his chair. Oh God, no, I can't deal with this now.

"Come here. I know you want me as much as I want you."

My eyes flared open in anger as I stared at him. His brown hair was messy, his lips crooked in a corner at his attempt of a sexy grin and his eyes held so much... So much lust which I'm afraid has reached its limit of patience. He was attractive, won't lie but he wasn't my type. The man was too forward and pushy for my liking.

"I'll come back later if you..."

"Don't f*****g move!" He latched out his hands and gripped my wrist just as I was about to leave his office.

Panic gripped me and I realized we were alone in the building. I had stayed back to work overtime to clear up the pending queries from our clients and that was all at the request of Mr. Trey but now it happens it was all a ploy to get us together alone.

I swallowed hard at the possibility of what may occur if I don't act wisely. The last thing I have to show at this point is the fact that I'm scared. Acting all scary would only give him more points and he's only going to feed on that.

"If you want us both to walk out of here in one piece, I suggest you free my wrist."

Damn it. My voice lacked the stern I needed.

He roared into a menacing laughter. "Not going to happen, b***h. I'm getting what I've always wanted since the day I'd set my eyes on you."

Sometimes, I just hate this body I have. If I can trade for a more skinny figure, I would. I wasn't fat but I had the curves in the right places which have attracted all manner of manwhores I fight off daily.

I scowled to his face and forcefully tore my hands away from his strong grip before making a run for the door. Unfortunately, he was faster and gripped me before I could turn on the bolt. His body folded around mine and I used all my strength to kick at him with my feet from behind but the bastard didn't budge. His hands went to my boobs and he squeezed it hard, moaning so loud like an animal.

"Yes, just as soft as I had imagined." He said as his hands went to my other boobs, molding it and letting out an animalistic growl.

Tears filled my eyes as he kept up with a fast pace while I thrashed in his hands to free myself. He was just too strong for me and no amount of kicking could set me free.

His hands tore at my blouse and then my bra, setting my boobs free. He groaned into my ears. "Tell me you like that, don't you?"

The tears fell free and I steeled myself, calming my nervous body and waiting for the right time to strike again. I was losing it that the bastard was having his way with me but this was a moment to be smart if I want to leave here in one piece. When his hands grazed my p***y through my pants. I lost it and jabbed so hard to his ribs.

He yelped in pain and before he could recover, I turned around and kicked him hard in his groin causing him to fall backwards and so hard.

"You're not getting away, Amanda. I'm going to have you today." He yelled and charged at me.

What the f**k! I thought kicking a guy down there gets them weak and powerless? Maybe, he's so used to getting kicked because of his perverse nature that he now only feels numb.

Well, I'm not letting him put his filthy hands on me again. As he was about to grab me again, I ran to his desk. When he closed up the space between us, I grabbed the vase that was behind me on the desk and smashed it on his head.

Perfect timing!

I was seething in triumph but the moment he began to bleed from his head, panic surged through me. I relaxed a bit when I saw he was still breathing and his eyes were fluttering.

"b***h!" He said in a low growl. "You would pay for this."

"You deserved that, motherfucker!" I yelled at him before dashing out of the cursed building I called my workplace.

It was a fifteen minute walk to my home but I was too drained and shaken to make the trek home, so I waited patiently at the sidewalk for a cab.

Two minutes later, a police car with flashing lights stopped one feet ahead of me. I swallowed hard, my mind going back to the incident at the office.

Two cops got down and slowly made their way towards me.

No, it can't be. Trey didn't die. I didn't kill him, I left him breathing in the office. If he died, then it was an act of self...

"Good evening, Miss. Are you Amanda Hills?"

I swallowed hard and bit down on my lips. I can't get away with this either if I lie because f*****g Trey has hands in this city and can pull a lot of strings.

"Yes, any problem?" I said and gave them my best innocent look.

"We've got our girl." The taller cop said as he turned and grinned at his colleague.

"Amanda Hills, you are arrested for attacking Mr Trey Walker. You have to remain silent as anything you say would be used against you in the court of law."

The latter part of his sentence had me shutting up, else I had a ton of profanities I would have spewed at him. I blinked back tears as the handcuff was placed around my wrist and locked before I was led to the cop's car.

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I would have laughed in the face of anyone who had said I would be locked up in a cell for three days. Three days, I've been in this horrible place. I had pleaded not guilty for my case and insisted that what I did to Trey was out of self defense but I was ignored. The bastard really has hands in this city for none of the cops to even listen to me.

My head was in-between my legs as I sobbed. The sound of the latch being unlocked got me raising my head back up.

"Stand up, Amanda. It's time to go home." A female voice said from outside.

I frowned. Home? What's going on?

I dragged my feet and went to the barricade to see a female cop sizing me from head to toe. A look of pity passed through her eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

"A word of caution, Miss Hills." The cop said just before I could walk past her. "Stay away from powerful men like Trey. Men like him can break or make you. Count yourself lucky to be leaving this cell today. However, you've lost your job but that is a good thing."

My eyes widened as I stared at her.

"Yeah, I believe you did what you did as self defense. I've met men like Trey and I don't spare their asses whenever they try to cross my path."

A small smile spread on my face as I nodded in appreciation before walking away. I signed some documents and it happened that Trey still insisted I attacked him but he was willing to drop the charges because I was a valuable employee in his company, but I wasn't getting my job back.

"Learn not to hit vases in people's heads anymore." A cop sang out as I made my way out of the station.

I forced down a remark that was at the tip of my tongue as the word of caution from the female cop came flowing back in. But f**k them anyway!