Claimed By My Billionaire Boss

Waking Up To Antonio Martinez

Marcella’s POV

My eyelids flutter open as I try to make sense of my surroundings. My head pounded. I turned to the other side of the bed.

What the f**k? A man as laying right beside me.

Not just a man… Antonio Martinez? I am in bed with my boss?

"Morning my lady," he whispered in a low seductive voice.

I tried to push him away, but he held me tight. Slowly, I started recalling the memories of the night before – the wedding that never was, the humiliation, and how I ended up in a club. But I didn't remember anything after that.

"How did I get here?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

Antonio smirked, ”Trust me, you got here because you wanted to.”

Was that even an answer? I was drunk last night!

Before I could argue with him, I felt my stomach rumble, then the sudden urge to puke. I ran to the toilet immediately.

In there I vomited all the stuff I had last night. I could not believe I drank so much. I washed my face at the sink. I paused for a while to stare at myself in the mirror.

So this is me now? I looked the same, but I don't feel the same. A part of me feels left out, broken and hidden somewhere.

What hurt me the most was his lack of explanation, he just disappeared. I guess I was the one who valued him. To him I am nothing more than a toy to play around with.

I wiped my face with a towel, my head was still hurting, and I couldn't build up enough courage to go back and face my boss.

Damn Marcella! What did you do?

I sat on the toilet seat and dwelled in regret. All this should have never happened.

“You can stay in there for as long as you want, but do not die,” his voice came from outside the bathroom.

I had to come out now. I slowly walked out of the bathroom, my eyes glued to the floor, I couldn't face him.

“You have to eat that,” he pointed at a bowl of steamy something sitting on the table.

How did he get that so quick? And what exactly is that?

“It's a hangover soup, got it specially prepared for you, since you drank a lot yesterday,” he answered the questions in my head.

I nodded. I took a sip of the soup, it tasted like every bad thing on earth. What did they put in here? The chef must hate me a lot.

“Eat fast, we have somewhere to be.”

Somewhere to be?

“I asked for a leave sir, my honeymoon break…” the words felt bitter coming out from my mouth.

There was no wedding, there is never going to be a honeymoon.

“The wedding didn't happen, no more leave for you,” he stated coldly.

“Sir?”

“You are coming with me on my vacation to Pennsylvania.”

Pennsylvania?

I guess this is good for me, I would get my head cleared up and my colleagues at the office won't know about my crashed wedding.

I continued sipping the soup, my face contorted from the bitterness of it. Antonio started undoing the buttons of his shirt, I turned my face away from him quickly.

“You've already seen it all last night,” he muttered shamelessly.

I buried my face into the bowl of soup, wishing I could drown in it and escape from my boss.

>>>>>>>>

After some minutes, Antonio and I were dressed formally. We marched out of the club's private suite. His bodyguards were standing beside his SUV at the parking lot.

I quickly went to get my stuff from my car, my documents and my phone.

My phone was out of battery, it must have rang all night. My parents and my friend must have called a million times.

I gave my car keys to one of Antonio’s men, he will deliver it to my house.

I sighed before walking towards Antonio’s car. The chauffeur greeted me as I entered the car. We drove off immediately.

The drive was silent– unbearably silent. I guess this is what you get when you sleep with your boss.

The car came to a stop at a helipad. A bodyguard came to open the door and I got down.

Oh! little me… I thought we would be using a normal airport, I forgot Antonio is a billionaire, he has his own private jet.

We walked together towards the reception, and Antonio signed something.

In a brief moment, we got into the jet. I sat at a distance, away from Antonio. This is the first time I am getting away from him since last night. I really needed to breathe. I needed to think.

My parents must be worried sick, and Sofia? That girl must have cried her eyes out. I didn't plan to hurt them, I will speak with them once I get to Pennsylvania.

Antonio’s eyes stayed glued to me, like he was reading my thoughts. He makes me feel uncomfortable. Damn! I can't wait to get away from this man.