The Billionaire's Revenge

Chapter Five: Beforehand

Emily is yet to recover from the shocking words of Andrew at the wedding.

She sat by the edge of the mattress, loose in her wedding gown. Her hands rested on the frame of the bed as she was lost in her thoughts.

"What does he mean there is a condition to this marriage?" She mumbled quietly.

"What exactly did my Dad agree to?" Emily kept thinking out loud that she didn't notice the presence of Andrew in front of her.

"Emily..Emily!" Andrew yelled at her. Emily was startled, her thoughts vanished as she returned to reality.

"Mr. Andrew!" She exclaimed, trying to force a smile on her face.

"Get undressed." He instantly dropped the words. It pierce through Emily's chest like a dagger into her chest.

Emily looked confused and shocked, her eyebrows raised with alarm. "Wha... what did you say

," she asked with a slow and low voice. Her tone sounded weak.

"Get your damn dress off your body!" Andrew yelled at her at the top of his thick voice. .

He stood before her staring down at her as she sat quivering by the edge of the bed.

Emily stood up weakly, her tired legs were shaking slightly.

She looked nervous as she began to undress the gown.

Andrew sniffed her hair, inhaling deeply as if enjoying the tantalizing aroma of a freshly baked bread cake.

As Emily unzipped the gown, it fell instantly as if tired of covering her body. Andrew's eyes hastily fell on her breast, it stood firm and pointed at him.

His eyes traced the curved nature of her waist down to her bosom which was round and well supported by her hips.

"Wow!" Andrew exclaimed softly, his voice barely audible. He quickly grabbed her neck roughly, kissing it without hesitation.

But Emily wasn't moved by his touch, her face squeezed a little, evidence she wasn't ready for s*x.

Andrew began to kiss down to her lips, sucking out every drop of her saliva.

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"Uhmm!" Emily softly groaned, she felt his lips passionately on hers before he began to kiss down her chest.

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He grabbed her breasts, sucking the left one and smooching the right one softly.

Emily suddenly began to moan softly as Andrew sucked her breast that filled his mouth.

He was so good like an expert at smooching a woman's body.

Emily began to lose control and started offing Andrew's clothes.

She took off his clothes with haste before Andrew grabbed her bosom and raised her to his body.

He kept kissing her before laying her on the big bed.

And without hesitation, he made to push into her, suddenly Emily slipped off him running towards the bathroom she locked the door behind her breathing firmly, she couldn't believe she allowed that man to touch her.

Andrew went burning in anger as he walked up to the bathroom door but she had locked it behind her.

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He became furious. “Open the door now Emily!”

He yelled but she didn't respond at first he only heard sounds of water splashing and running down from the bathroom.

Emily arched her back on the wall as the water splashed through her body, she scrubbed her body, hardly trying hard to remove Mr. Andrew`s hand touch from her body.

She wrapped the towel around her waist and sneaked out of the bathroom, Mr. Andrew was out of sight so she quickly put on her nighty and lay on the bed

Emily was still in her wild thoughts of the s*x they could have just had when Andrew walked in and dropped a bombshell on her,

"You will be a full-time housewife." He said, still trying to catch his breath.

Emily's eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

He is an expert at ruining sweet moments, isn't he? She turned and looked at him with a confused face. She couldn't find her voice.

"You will take care of my ex-wife's kids." He added.

"What!" She finally found her voice, rising from the bed to look at Andrew in shock.

"Oh, and there is one more thing." He said, trying to sit up. "About your journalism examination.

I will..." The door to his room opened, interrupting his statement.

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F.U.C.K.E.D that was the summary of my life.

The weekend was over and it was Monday....Walking down the busy streets, the sky seemed so clear, everyone walking up and down, the morning rush to work, coffee runs, and every other activity they had scheduled.

It seemed like eve

ryone else had something going for them, while I was here my life seemed like it was going to come to an end any minute.

I took a sip of my bitter paper coffee, and spat it out, why did people even make these? I dumped the rest into the nearest trash can, distracted by thoughts of how to deal with Mark.

You might be wondering who Mark was. He was my pig-headed,

annoying prick of a boss and you guessed right I was on my way to work and that was the last place I wanted to be but I didn't have a choice.

With just fifteen dollars to my name, cleaning and picking up after his workers for a couple hundred dollars a month was the least I could do to survive.

Even enduring his irritating advances was also one of the parts of the job until I found something better.

Yay, my life.

I got to work at exactly eight am and said hi to a few of my work colleagues until I heard someone squeal..

"Bree!" Els, my best friend ran to me and dragged me to the break room.

"I know it's just since the wee

kend but I have missed you," she said. Yep, my best friend was a bundle of joy.

She was one of the good things the universe had decided I deserved.

She was always so happy that sometimes I got jealous.

Why did I always have to be the one to worry and dwell about stuff?

We had met in middle grade, we had clicked immediately and have been inseparable since then.

"Missed you too." I laughed.

"Where's your mum? Is she okay? Why the hell didn't you call me? I would've been there with you."

Unlike my best friend, I didn't know how to express emotions.

I knew we'd known each other forever but her seeing my mom struggle and me running around was something I detested. It made me feel weak and pathetic.

And there was nothing I hated more than being pitied by anyone. Not even Els.

"Els, calm down.

Mum is doing okay now. It was just a minor attack because she's been doing too much lately but I promise she's fine".

"Are you sure?" She asked not letting it go.

"Is there anything else you're keeping from me? Anything else happens over the weekend?"

"Nothing else happened. That's all, I promise. I'm fine.

Can we get to work before Mark gets here?"

"Oh." She let out a long-suffering sigh. "Don't remind me. That dickhead! Promise me, you'll wait until after work so we can have a girls' night today.

It's been far too long, and you need a darn break. I'll buy the drinks"

I did need the break from the reality called my life and I was going to make use of the opportunity.

Mom wasn't getting better, the Doctor had nothing positive to say about her condition only that we had to just keep managing Mum's health for now but that wasn't what I wanted to talk about with Els right now.

I was just going to pretend like nothing was wrong.

We left the break room back to the main office and I got to work. As usual, Mark came to visit me and reminded me that he was the boss.

"Good morning."

"Bree, how was your weekend?”

"Good, thank you," I replied.

"Why the long face? Aren't you happy to see me, pretty girl?

I missed seeing your face and your pretty ass bent cleaning the floors."

Lord this man disgusted me. I had to constantly fight the urge to stick a knife through his filthy mouth.

I plastered a fake smile and tried to reply as calmly as I could, but before I could reply Sheph one of the guys came and called his attention to urgent work stuff and he left me.

Thank Andrew.

I just repeated to myself "You can do this Bree, it's just for some more weeks until you get an email from the office in LA for the job interview,

You can do this. That'd be the best news and the best way to begin the week.

During the lunch break, Els and I walked to the food truck two blocks down to get some snacks.

I couldn't afford more than that and I was sick of letting Els pay for our meals.

There was only so much handout a girl could accept.

Gus, the owner of the food truck sighted us as soon as we got there and shot us a smile. "Girls, how's it going?"

"Hey, Gus." Els and I said in unison.

"You guys look so tired. Mark is still an ass?" He raised a brow. "Is he ever not?"

Gus was about sixty and owned the food truck with his wife Ann, it was some of the best food I had ever had and he always said the secret was that he made our food with so much love.

“Where's Ann?" I asked.

"She's behind the counter. The morning rush has dwindled a bit so she's trying to sort through stuff."

He replied. "How's your mom? Is she getting better?

He asked

What was with everyone and asking about Mom?

I loved them and the fact that I had people who cared about my mom and me, but sometimes I just wanted to forget my bad situation and they never let me.

"Mom is good, she's getting better."

Els went on to run her mouth "Gus I'm really worried about Bree, her mom had a little crisis during the weekend and she didn't even call?"

I turned to see Gus's concerned face. "I'm fine, Mom is fine I promise it was just a little scary and we're back home now."

I could only hope it stayed that way