MY POSSESSIVE MR. BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 14

LILY'S POV :-

How can someone always look so handsome? Even in just a black casual jeans, with a round neck white t-shirt and black shoes, Evan still managed to look handsome as always. This man should be a supermodel walking on the ramp in the Paris Fashion Week. How come he is a co-CEO? He definitely is hot and sexy as hell.

"What do you think you are wearing, Miss Jones?" Evan's deep and sexy voice brought me back to reality from my own thoughts.

'Uhhh. So now his voice is sexy too, Lily? Something is cooking up in here. I can smell it,' my inner demon, as always had to interrupt in between.

But before I could answer it, the devil spoke again,

"I asked what are you wearing, Miss Jones?" Evan asked me again.

I looked down to see what I actually was wearing. Okay. Fine. I was so lost in admiring this devil, standing in front of me, that I even forgot about my own attire. I know that I am stupid, but didn't I mention that before?

"Umm. Dress, I think," I told Evan and for a second, I saw anger flashing in his blue eyes.

What? Did I do something wrong again?

In just another second, my right wrist was in the devil's hand, who was now dragging me with him. Well, don't ask me about where are we going as even I don't know where actually this man is taking me.

Before I could ask Evan about where he was taking me, we were both out of the club. Oh, so he was bringing me out of the club. But why? Man, I was enjoying there on the dance floor.

But before I can tell Evan anything, he took me by surprise by holding my arms tightly in his hands,

"Why are you wearing such a short dress, Miss Jones? All the men in the club were staring at you like you are their prey for tonight. That bloody bastards. How dare they look at you like that? And above that, you were dancing so close to my brother. Didn't I ask you to stay away from him? I thought of you as a naive and innocent girl, Miss Jones, who is pure at heart," Evan told me and after hearing his last few words, my heart was dancing wildly in my ribcage,

"But you proved me wrong, Miss Jones. You are nothing more than a w***e, who loves to seduce men, and opens her legs for each and every man that crosses her path. You are....," Evan continued giving me his cheap speech, but was stopped in between by my hand meeting his pink cheek.

Yes, you guessed it right. I slapped him hardly on his cheek. I bet, it was so hard that it might have left my hand prints on his cheek. But that is what this arrogant man deserves. How dare he call me a w***e? I wore this dress because I liked it. I was happy with it. I didn't wear it to seduce men or w***e around them. Can't I wear something for my happiness? It was not my fault tha those cheap men were staring at me. Instead of calling me a w***e, he should have stopped those men from staring at me. But no, like everyone in this society, he blamed me for something which I never did. But enough is enough. I am not here to listen to his cheap thoughts.

"Mind your language, Mr. Paxwell. You don't have the right to talk to me like that. You have just met me today and you think you know me well enough to judge me? No, Mr. Paxwell. No. You have no right to judge me like that. How can you blame me for something that the men in the club did? They were staring at me. I didn't try to seduce them. In fact, I didn't even knew that they were staring at me until you decided to acknowledge me with this amazing fact. I wore the dress because it looked good on me, not because I wanted to show my ass to those dirty men. Woah! Wait. Not only those men are dirty, but you are dirtier than them. Your thinking is cheap and ridiculous." I told Evan and removing his jacket from around me, I threw it directly on his face. But before it could fall on the ground, luckily the cheap man managed to hold it in his hands,

"Keep your jacket with you, Mr. Paxwell. I don't need it. I am strong enough to take care of myself." I told Evan and before he could reply, my sweet Florence decided to interrupt in between by clapping at my small speech. Okay, maybe long speech. But it wasn't that long, now was it?

And before I can stop her, she hurriedly ran towards me and hugged me tightly in her arms,

"I am so proud of you my girl. Do be ashamed. You did nothing wrong. This dress looks good on you and you have complete right to wear whatever you want. Its your decision whether you have to wear a long dress or short dress," Flo told me, patting me on my back and then finally releasing me from her tight hug. She then turned towards Evan,

"And you. Mind your language Mister. Don't you dare think she is alone. You have no right to call her names, Mr. Great Paxwell. Don't you dare mess with my friend again or trust me your will be hanged alive. You don't....," Florence told Evan, but was stopped by me,

"Flo. That's enough. Let's go home. I am not feeling good. And above all, my mood is also spoiled. So please let's go home," I told Florence.

And my lovely Flo,after giving Evan one last death glare went to bring her car from the parking. So now I was left alone with the devil.

"Lily..," Evan started speaking, but I stopped him in between, by raising my palm in front of his face,

"Don't. Not needed, Mr. Paxwell. Good night. See you tomorrow in the office." I told Evan and in the meantime, my Flo arrived back with her car. Without giving Evan one last look, I entered in the car and ordered Florence to drive immediately and she did as she was told. But after we passed the club, tears started flowing from my eyes and I started sobbing like my little Belle.

"Why the hell are you crying, babe? Nothing was your fault. Those men were cheap and even that Paxwell was cheap to think of you that low. Don't cry, babe," Florence told me, but my tears were in no mood to stop anytime soon. They kept flowing like a river. Okay, fine. That might be exaggerated by me, but still they were continuously flowing from my eyes.

"I just need some rest Flo. Please take me home fast. I want to cuddle my baby girl and sleep peacefully besides her," I told Florence, while sobbing like a little child.