Enticing the notorious billionaire

Chapter 5



"Tea" she smiled, at the other three men in the kitchen. "Thank you" they were taken aback , but managed to take the tea.

"Still hot" she spoke to herself as she walked out of the kitchen. "Tea" she smiled and the ladies were thrilled.

"Thank you ma'am" one said and she frowned. "Call me Aria, please" she smiled. "You aren't doing that again" Thomas said as they climbed the stairs.

"Why not?" she asked. "I don't like you serving the others, you own this entire place" he said.

"I don't, you do. And it's my interest that I'm doing this" she said as she took her night pant and shirt.

"Whatever is mine is yours too" he said and she shrugged, not paying attention. When she stepped out of the washroom, he was already in his sweatpants.

No shirt? Why does he have such a droolworthy body?

She looked away and settled on the bed, pulling up the blanket. His fingers ran over the mark he had proudly given her on her neck.

"It compliments you" he smirked and she swatted his hand away. "Don't" she said, huffing. He smirked, placing his hand on her waist.

"You, mister" she turned to him and jabbed him in the chest. "Will not touch me!" she said, pushing his hand away.

"Now don't utter a word" she said, closing her eyes. He smirked after a few minutes, before pulling her close, after he knew she was asleep.

"Get up, Mr. King" she hissed, pushing him away. Before she could help, he was on the ground, groaning.

"That's no way to wake a person!!" he groaned, standing up.

"And you should stop taking advantage, when I'm sleeping" she said, feeling bad for him.

"Advantage?" he smirked. "I'm not into that, sweetheart" he winked.

"God!!" she groaned, trying not to blush. "I only meant that you should stop cuddling with me, in my sleep, when I tell you not to" she said.

"Specific enough?" she smirked, walking into the bathroom. "Mr. King!!" she dashed out of the bathroom.

He rose a brow. "Jane's wedding!!" Aria said, placing a hand over her head. He shrugged. "Mr. King!!" she hissed.

"We missed it, because you couldn't mange your diet!" he said.

"Can you leave that behind?!" she asked, frowning. "I can't believe I missed her wedding" Aria sighed, her eyebrows creased.

"We're leaving today" he said nonchalantly. "Where to?" she asked. "Hawaii" he shrugged and her eyes brightened.

"The wedding's tomorrow" he said and she smiled. "If I hadn't remembered, you wouldn't have told me?" she asked, sounding accusing.

"It would have been a surprise" he shrugged. "Unimaginable!" she muttered as she walked to the bathroom.

"Hey!!" she yelled, banging on the door, which Thomas shut on her face. "Mr. King!!" she hissed, pounding on the door, repeatedly.

"Keep it going" he chuckled and she kicked the door. "Ow!!" she hissed, sitting on the bed, examining her foot, which was throbbing.

"See ya" Aria smiled at Mr. Roof, who nodded, smiling. "Get the hell inside" groaned Gwen, ushering Aria into the car.

"Woo-hoo Hawaii" hooted Gwen and Aria together.

"Wow!!" gasped Gwen looking at the house they were going to reside in. "I'm marrying you, totally" she looked at George who feigned hurt, as he placed a hand over his defined chest.

"For my money, why, you gold digger" he chuckled and Gwen laughed, smacking his hand. Thomas's face hardened.

What if Gwen is really a gold digger? She isn't ready to marry just yet, but happily enjoying the privileges of being with George. The hell, they aren't even engaged!

"Let's go in" George smirked, pulling Gwen along. Aria frowned looking at Thomas, who was consumed by anger.

"We could stay out here, that's fine with me" Aria chuckled.

Thomas gritted his teeth as he walked ahead, leaving her behind.

So much for trying!

She sighed as she walked in, shutting the door behind her. "Man, I'm loving my life" hooted Gwen, making Aria and George chuckle.

Thomas's hand balled as he tried to control himself. Gwen's words kept repeating in his mind, making him groan as he walked into a bedroom, shutting the door.

Of course she's loving her life! She's feeding off my brother and his hard earned money!!

Bang! "What's wrong with him?" frowned George. "I think we should retire to bed" Aria nodded as she walked into the bedroom Thomas had gone to.

"Did.. Did I make him angry?" Gwen asked, trying not to show she was hurt. "Don't be silly Gwen!" George scoffed as they walked into the other room.

"Come here" George smirked, looking at Gwen. "Y..Yeah" she said, still thinking about Thomas's behaviour. He pulled her close and kissed her.

"George, not tonight" she said softly, turning away from him. "Gwen, what are you upset about?" he asked. "Nothing" she said, lying down.

"If this is about Thomas, you should know he's stressed. About business, it's got nothing to do with you" he said.

They cuddled and she hummed, closing her eyes, still not convinced about Thomas. Aria slowly shut the door and entered, frowning.

"Mr. King, are you okay?" she asked, walking to him. He didn't respond as the thoughts troubled him.

If Gwen's intensions were honourable, then great, if not, he would ensure she'd suffer.

"Mr. King" she called again. He was unbuttoning his shirt and she sighed softly, looking away.

What's got him thinking so much?

She knew he was deeply troubled about something and he'll sure that he wouldn't tell her.

"Mr. King" she called again when he lied down, his hands behind his head. His muscles bulged as he sighed.

She saw that his clothes were lying on the ground and that he had changed into his sweatpants. The bags were already brought in and placed on the small couch.

She picked up his clothes as she looked at him. His eyes were fixed at the ceiling as he gritted his teeth. He was cursing himself.

You're just overthinking it! Get your s**t together!!

He looked at Aria who was folding his shirt. "Leave it there, you don't have to do that" he said. She sighed softly, not stopping.

"Is being a maid your dream job?" he asked, scoffing and she ignored him.

She changed into a night gown that she had recently bought, with her own money. Her lips curled at the thought of her job as an illustrationist.

Anger took over as she made it clear she wasn't interested in talking to him.

Drinks!! The drinks I had at the meeting is what is affecting me. I'm damn better than this.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to Aria, knowing he would end up starting an argument.