The Billionaire's Gem

Chapter 6

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Interview

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“There’s nothing for us to talk about.” Claire hurried to the door’s direction. A move she regretted doing because now, Gustav’s held possession of her elbow. Firmly that it stop her from going any further. Warmly that it electrified her skin. Her sense of smell was immediately attacked a combination of citrus, sandalwood, and musk fragrance and something else that she wanted to ask what the brand he’s been using is. If there’s anything she’s obsessed aside from writing… that’s fragrances. But that is not the point here.

“I have an offer—” 

“Let go, Mr. Winston!” She struggled from his hold but it’s like fighting ironman’s grip. “I am here for a job interview and not to sell my jewelry to you. No! Had I known this company is affiliated to you, I will never come here. For the nth time, I am not giving that necklace away. No! Over my dead body!”

“Josephine Claire Roces…”

Gustav said her name languidly that she feel the hair on her nape rising. And she hates the fact that fear has nothing to do with it. Confused by her body’s reaction to his mere voice and touch, she froze in her spot. But in her mind, she wanted to run so far away from him already.

She silently cursed herself for wanting to be in those arms again and be kissed like his life depended on hers. To feel like she's wanted. But her mind throws a tantrum for those earthly desires. How could one man make her feel so confused anyway? It’s like someone else has been controlling her whenever this guy is near her. It’s a miracle she can stand her ground regarding the jewelry.

Her breathing hitched when he raised his other hand. It touched her loose hair that’s now hovering in her left face and brushed it to the back of her ear.

“Hear me out, hmmm?” His hand on Claire's elbow lightly guided her to the couch and like a possessed woman, she let him dragged her and pushes her to sit. He did the same on the couch in front of her. In between them is a black marble table with a clear vase full of fresh red roses.

“Mr. Winston—“

“Let me ask you a question.”

“What—“

“Are you in danger, Ms. Roces?”

Claire cleared her throat as she narrowed her eyes at his serious face. Her head fell back as she laughed when she realize he meant it. “Hell yeah! If I don’t land a job soon I will really be in danger, Mr. Winston. Unemployment means no money to burn and that also means I could be walking the streets with an empty stomach. Homeless and s**t. Not that your billionaire ass can relate to it. And by the way, thank you for wasting my time.” She stood up. “I know I should have chosen Starlight Corporation instead.” She added in almost a whisper.

He throws a small white envelope in the table, halting her from walking out. She leaned in and reluctantly opened it but as soon as she saw the pictures, her hands flipped each photo in haste. “What the hell is this?”

“I should be the one asking you that.”

It was her photos since yesterday’s activities. “You stalked me?” her voice rising.

His brow furrowed. “I have someone followed you so I know how to deal with you and get what I want. You know what it is. I don’t stalk for no reason. Aren’t you grateful? It leads to your actual stalker. Although my guy didn’t managed to get a face…” He eyed her and all she can do is divert her gaze. “Anyone in mind?”

She shrugged. Her thoughts immediately went to Chrissa’s team. But then they have no reason to endanger her life. She did her part in the gig and got paid. End of story. Are they worried she’ll betray them? Why? Because she said she won’t join them again? Goodness! What the hell did she hot herself into?

Gustav cleared his throat, grabbing her attention. “Looks like there’s a lot huh? A delusional ex, perhaps? Or an admirer of yours?”

She scoffed at the sarcasm in his voice. Ignoring the darkness in his face, she managed to gather her strength to stand up. “Even if there is, it’s none of your business, Mr. Winston.”

He also stands to match her displeased eyes. Crossing his arms while giving her a perplexed look, he closed the distance between them. “I don’t understand you, Ms. Roces. You’re currently jobless; in the brink of bankruptcy and being homeless. Here I am, offering you millions, anything you desire… an easy way out for your problems and you are rejecting my offer? How stupid can that be?”

Her mouth open to protest but decided not to engage to his hateful remark. She raised her left hand as she walk and head to the elevator, appearing to wave the billionaire goodbye while her other hand presses on the ground button. She was thankful he didn’t follow her or grab her again. But before the elevator closes, she smirked at him who still watches her with is hawk-like eyes and flipped her middle finger in the air.

She’s silently congratulating herself when suddenly the elevator stopped. The downward movement halted and before she can press the emergency button, it moved upwards. What the hell? The elevator opened once again and there stood Gustav, crossing his arms. Ghad, she hated being in an enemies territory.

“You forgot something.” He said, coming in like greek god in his suit and tie.

“I didn’t.” She answered stepping back until she hit the elevator’s wall.

“You did.” He insists, stopping only until they’re a couple of inches away from each other.

“What is it, then?” she asked even though she’s sure she didn’t forgot anything in the suite. She’s still holding her folder with her like her life depends on it.

“Not what. Who?” He pointed at his self before grinning like an i***t. “Me.”

She fakes out a laugh. “Why, are you my mine, Mr. Winston?” she blurted before she could stop herself. She knows her voice has been challenging but the billionaire smirked at her response.

“This kiss does.”

She put the folder in between them before he succeeds in his attempt. He chuckled, his one arm snaking to her waist, pulling her close until no air can dare pass between them.

“You dare showed that offensive middle finger to me?” He whispered on her ear, his breath fanning that sensitive part. 

As if that isn’t enough, she felt his tongue played her silver helix piercing that she gasped. She felt that familiar tingling feeling scattering all over her body and rested on her belly. Her arms weakened and wasn’t able to resist when he slightly pulled her arm together with the folder down to her side.

“Breathe, Claire.” 

“f**k you.” She glared at him but he’s attention is not on her eyes anymore. His smouldering look is now on her slightly parted lips. She even saw him lick his own before diving in to possess hers. Claire melted upon the contact and opened her mouth to his intrusion. He was ravishing her lips, making her moan and slightly groan audibly. He pressed her rather forcefully to the elevators wall that her body arched and the folder slipped from her fingers. Her reasoning fled her brain and she found herself throwing both arms at Gustav’s nape, returning his hungry kisses with the same heat and ferocity.

Who knows she’ll have another chance to taste this sinfully good looking billionaire?

The elevator opened and Claire know she looks like a mess. She has to push Gustav forcefully again and the bastard groans in protest while still burying his face in the hallow of her neck and shoulder. “Damn it Gustav! Let go!” 

“Let’s go back to my suite.”

Her eyes widened a fraction at the invitation, especially that she felt something twitch between her legs. Her steps hurried to the other corner of the elevator. “No!” Still panting, she fixes her dishevelled clothing and hair. 

"f**k!" He breathe loudly, combing his hair.

She steals glances at him and notice how his lips are a little swollen from those kisses. Hers feels like ome as well. It probably took a couple of minutes before they reached this floor and she only managed to breathe when his kisses trailed on her neck. Her lipstick can be seen on the corner of Gustav’s mouth that before she can stop herself, she tiptoed and wiped it using her thumb. He let her, watching her every move. 

“Done?” he asked; amusement in his eyes.

“A little more. There.” He caught her hand and licks the thumb she used earlier. He stopped, only to suck the same middle finger she showed him earlier.

“Gustav!” she gasped when he bit it playfully. She worriedly looks around. “Jesus Christ, Gustav! Stop it!” She scrambled away from him and successfully stepped out of the elevator. She noticed there was nothing in the area but an expensive looking car. Must be his.

 What the hell? Looks like she’s trapped once again.

“See this is one of what baffles me too, Claire. You obviously want me. Your kisses say it all. Your response is screaming for more that I am sure as hell if I touch you in between that legs of yours you won’t be able to deny my effect. But you say no to this as well…”

She stomped her feet, hands combing her hair as she face him. “Why are you being like this? Don’t you have any other woman you can play with? I may have been weak to your advances, sure! I admit I like what we did but I know you wanted something else. You are a great seducer but sorry to break it to you, my dear billionaire… The necklace stays with me.”