The Billionaire's Gem

Chapter 3

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Crazy Billionaire

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Claire has to blink a couple of times while convincing herself if she heard the guy right. As if his touches were not enough to distract her mind. “W-what?” she said, looking up to meet his gaze as the guy towers over her five foot four inches frame. The three inch heels didn’t help that much either.

He lightly tugged the necklace that she involuntarily followed the pull, scared it will damage the heirloom— the one thing her family left her. And she has no plan to lose the only memory left by the Roces family. It’s one of the reasons too why she didn’t bother visit a pawnshop and ask for an appraisal even when she’s going broke. It’s the Roces heirloom. It will stay in her lifetime and the next generation. She’ll ghost anyone who’ll sell it to anybody.

“Give me this necklace.” Gustav commanded, hands still playing on the green peridot gem.

Claire’s mind is getting hazy by his touches on her skin, her mind diving into something she shouldn’t have as the electricity brought by the guys presence travels down to her stomach, and rested in between her thighs. She shifted on her feet as she swallowed hard. Swatting the guys hands off her necklace, she took a couple of steps back up the stairs.

As if mesmerized, he follows until they reach the second floor.

“Stop! Stop right there!” hands mid-air, she huffs, panicking for good reason. This is Gustav Lawrence f*****g Winston! The guy is known to be crazy when it comes to his jewelries and possession that no one dares plan to steal from him. And this plan, like she said to Chrissa is going to send them to prison if anything goes south.

Gustav halted, eyes still following her every move. He put his hands on his pants pocket, arching an eyebrow at her. “Well?”

“Well what?” If he’s going to ask if he passed her ideal guy, well she’ll be damned to answer  just the normal yes. Because to be honest, he raised her standard pretty well. She won’t even wonder if her admiration to the guy is transparent to her face.

He chuckled. “Will you give it to me?”

“The what?”

“The necklace. On your pretty neck.”

Her hands fly to her necklace possessively. “Why the heck would I do that? And what the hell? Aren’t you Gustav Winston? You should know your jewelry!”

“So you know me, huh.” The corner of his lips rose as if amused.

Claire almost melted. Ghad, he’s so handsome!

“I do know my jewelry, lady. And I want that one in your neck.”

“This isn’t even real…” she trailed and caught the surprised look of the billionaire. Now his eyes seemed to even laugh at her.

“Well, lady, for something that isn’t even real, I am willing to pay you millions. Just agree to give it to me. I’ll have someone prepare the documents and check right away.”

“You’re crazy.”

Gustav’s face darkened. As if the word insulted him big time. Her hands fly to her mouth like she can take it back. She immediately turns her back to run.

But with Gustav’s big and heavy strides, he caught her in no time.

Her back meet the wall once again and she cringe this time, as a painting’s frame hit her spine. It’s going to bruise for sure! Gustav’s hand that pulled her close to him, now trailed on that aching spot. As if the slow caress he’s doing will heal it.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

But with the dangerous look in his face, how can she accept such apology? She diverted her eyes from his intimidating ones. “Just let me go, please. I’ll take it back. I didn’t mean you’re actually crazy. It was just an expression.”

He didn’t interject. She feels his heavy stares on her, hands still on her spine. Now it travels upwards, and before she can ran away again, his hold on her nape demands her to meet his eyes. Her mouth opens at the sudden pull. But before she can speak, he leaned closer, trapping the words in her throat, her tongue suspended from its intended action.

“How can I have it then?” he said, his free hand now tracing the shape of her lips.

Claire can’t help but sucked in her breath and gather some courage to hold his gaze. “You think seducing me will make me hand you the necklace?”

His upper body move back a bit, eyes scanning her face as if she’s a book he can read. “Will you be?”

Claire bit the inside of her check while the bastard laughs. 

“I merely ask for your condition. You can name anything you want in exchange of the necklace. I have no plan…” he trailed. “But if that’s what you want…”

“No! That’s not what I mean. And don’t confuse me here. It’s you who can’t keep his hands off me. You look as if you wanted my lips so badly. What else should I think?” Claire’s face heats up in embarrassment. How could she even say that?

“You have the necklace.”

She can’t believe this guy! He said that like it’s her fault when he’s the one who keep on following and touching her. Crazy bastard!

“Give it to me and we’ll never see each other again.”

The authoritative voice is so powerful she wanted to give in. But she shook her head. “I’m sorry. This is a family heirloom. I just can’t give it no matter how much it costs… not that this is worth anything…”

“A family heirloom, huh?” He crossed his arms but didn’t move a step away. He’s still trapping her with his large frame that smells f*****g good she wanted to bury her nose to inhale all of him.

Goodness, Claire!

“Since when did your family have it?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. They never live long enough to tell me the story.”

He smirked. “And you have no plan to sell it?”

“Yeah. So, ahm… can I leave now?” she hopefully asks, glancing at Harry’s room that is not too far away from them at the moment. The guy will wake up any minute and if he’s smart enough, he might inform the security about her. She can feign innocence about putting him to sleep but if they check her phone, they’ll know what she did. She can’t help but touch the side of her ear where her earpiece rests. She badly wanted to connect to Chrissa for help. But it seems she’s busy too, since she’s one of the models of the jewelries earlier.

“No. Not yet.”

“But why?” she can’t help but stomped her feet in frustration. Her free hand comb her hair as she look up to him. “What else do you want? I told you, I’m not giving this even if you give me f*****g millions!”

“I do want something else,” he said calmly.

“What?” she snapped. Annoyed and scared at the same time because he’s leaning in once again.

“This.” He pulled her close to his body and before she can protest, his lips claimed hers. And it’s not even the kind of light kisses she’s used to get from her exes. Gustav’s mouth possessed hers like he owns it. His tongue darted in and out, exploring and teasing hers that she can’t help but moan and groan. He taste like a mixture of brandy and cigarette, something that should repulse her senses but it didn’t. She likes it actually that she ended up kissing him too. Although she can barely kiss back from the urgency of his movements, all she can do was let him kiss her like a thirsty man that just stumbled upon an oasis.

His hand on her waist trailed down to the small of her back. It lazily draws circle on her hips, electrifying her senses even more. She gasped when he cup her buttocks and lift her a little. The same moment, he presses himself to her that she felt his need.

Oh Goodness, is this what he meant by what he want aside from my necklace?

He sucked her tongue, sending her thoughts somewhere else aside from the pleasure she felt. She cradled his head, fingers brushing his hair. She didn’t even notice that she dropped her purse  and is now laying beneath their feet. His kisses trailed down to her cheeks, her chin, now it’s tracing the pulsing vein in her neck, down to  where the necklace rests.

"Gustav!"

His tongue traced the necklace’s shape. The feel of the cold jewelry and his mouth is too much for Claire that she can’t even hear and care for anything else. Not even the fact that they’re  out in the hallway.

“Claire, are you done?”

She froze upon hearing Chrissa’s voice. At the same time another woman’s voice called for Gustav’s name just below the staircase. But he’s still busy kissing her. His lips now on the peridot gem in her cleavage. 

“Gustav!” She pushed and smack him. “Someone’s coming. Let go,” she hissed. She struggled to be free from his hold. And when they finally put a space between them, Gustav stared at her with such desire in his eyes and something else that she can’t bother to name.

“Gustav? Honey? Gustav…” came the sing song voice.

“Someone’s calling you.” Claire said in between labored breath.   

He looked confused as their eyes meet. What? Can’t he believe he’d been kissing her and not someone else? Maybe he’s thinking it’s the woman downstairs?

She forced herself to take more steps away from him. Thank goodness, he didn’t follow this time. And thank goodness too that she wore a kiss-proof lipstick. But with the way Gustav kissed her earlier, she won’t wonder if it did smudged a bit.

“I guess you got what you wanted, Mr Winston. I’m going now. And I hope to see you never,” she said after fixing and composing herself. She walked the first  five steps down and meet a beautiful blonde.

The woman eyed her suspiciously when Gustav appeared behind her. She saw the woman opened her mouth but was cut off by a very pissed billionaire. 

“What the f**k are you doing here? I told you to wait, didn’t I?”

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