The Billionaire's Enslaved

Stinky Winky

Jordan couldn't help but slam both of his palms on the white tiled walls of the bathroom. He couldn't get the horrid image of the previous hour out of his head and he felt so disgusted with himself.

It had been an hour since he left to clean up yet he wasn't satisfied and he kept scrubbing his skin, hoping to get the stench out of his body and perhaps out of his mind.

Jordan was disgusted. It didn't even help that his mind kept playing with him by flooding back the event over and over again, despite his attempt to get rid of that horrid image forever.

Damn that ginger head! How dare she? How dare she humiliate him like that? He had heard Louis say once that the girl was trouble but had not paid any attention to that because how could such a little thing be trouble?

But now he knew better never to underestimate her. She was fierce. He should be careful with this one.

Jordan brought his wet arm to his nose, sniffing his skin. His face scrunched up in disgust. Would this stench ever go, he wondered as he stared at his arm? He had used all sorts of beauty soap but none of them seemed to do any justice.

That ginger head had soured his pride. She had insulted him and he wasn't going to let it slide. He was going to teach her a lesson and show her who the boss here was.

Nobody would dare do what she did because everyone knew better not to. But this one was new, so he had to show her who he was.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson." He seethed as he started all over again in scrubbing his body.

Louis was in the room when Jordan walked out of the bathroom and his brows furrowed at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here? Who said you could come into my room without my permission?" He growled, taking out his anger on his bodyguard.

"I wanted to check up on you," Louis replied, with his head lowered and Jordan's brows furrowed even more.

"And who said I needed to be checked up on? Huh? When that lady was doing what she was doing, why didn't you check up on her?" He roared out in anger, his chest heaving as he recalled the event once again.

"What did she do?" He heard a light voice say and he turned slowly to look at the pretty blonde who was sitting comfortably on his bed. How on earth had he not seen her when he walked out of the bathroom?

"You got to be kidding me." He chuckled a bit, raking his fingers through his wet hair, the muscles in his jaw ticking. "What the f**k are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," the blonde replied, a pout on her lips as she answered. "But I saw something else instead. You were openly assaulting a lady. Why did you do that?"

"Assault?" Jordan's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. How could she accuse him of assault? If there was anyone to be condemned, then it was that annoying ginger head.

"You have no idea what she did so don't you dare call this an assault!"

"Then what did she do? What did she do to deserve such treatment, Jordan?" The blonde asked as she got to her feet and Jordan's eyes narrowed.

"Who are you to question me?" He fired and the blonde winced. "In fact, why the f**k are you here? I thought I made myself clear the last time we saw. I don't want to ever see your pathetic face again. What makes you think you can stroll in here whenever you want?"

"Boss." Louis took a step forward and Jordan passed a deathly glare, enough to stop him from taking any step further.

There were tears in the blonde's green eyes and her lips were quivering as she stared at him. It only made Jordan more furious.

"Oh don't give me that pathetic look. Your tears again? Aren't you tired of shedding them? Get lost, Bridget and never return." He turned around to walk to his closet but her voice stopped him.

"You shouldn't talk to me this way, Jordan. I don't deserve the way you treat me." Her tears were now rolling down her cheeks.

"Then let me be. You don't have to come here yet you do."

"You don't have to push me away, yet you do." Bridget fired back and Jordan's eyes narrowed into slits.

"You act like you don't need anyone but I know how lonely you are inside. You're just a little kid inside who desires love. Why are you pushing me away when it's clear I love you? You know that, I don't try to hide it. Why are you refusing my love?" She yelled, tears streaming down her face.

Jordan's eyes twitched the moment she said that and his nose began to flare. Louis, seeing this, walked to where the blonde was standing

.

"Let's go, my lady." He whispered but the blonde refused to budge. Instead, she remained rooted to her spot, her forest-green eyes on Jordan who looked like he would explode soon. It was obvious her words had touched a raw part in him.

"How dare you?" He barked, advancing to where she stood but the blonde refused to budge even when Louis was quietly asking her to.

"Stop acting like you know anything about me." Jordan finally got to where she stood and he stared down at her, his height towering over her.

"I do know you." The blonde quietly said, wiping the tears from her face.

"Leave!" Jordan shut his eyes like he was trying to control himself. "I don't wanna see your face anymore."

"You know I'm your bride. Of course, you'll keep seeing my face!" She retorted with a sniff. Her tears kept falling even when she wiped them away.

"You're whose bride? Mine? Get out of your imagination. It isn't good in there."

"It isn't my imagination. It is you who isn't facing reality. Everything is settled already." She quietly stated with her eyes on the floor since she couldn't look at him.

Jordan was breathing fire and brimstone with his eyes, it was scary to look at. She had always thought he had a beautiful pair of eyes but those dark eyes could be quite scary when he was like this.

Bridget knew this wasn't the best way to calm Jordan down: talking back at him had never worked but keeping silent had never worked either and she was tired of listening to him talk like they weren't engaged.

Meanwhile, Louis raised a brow as he watched both of them. He was surprised to see Bridget being more outspoken than she had ever been and honestly, he was glad she was. It was beautiful to watch her speak back to Jordan when she had done nothing but remain quiet when he starts his fits.

Louis stiffened a laugh as he watched Jordan's face screw up. He looked like he was going to burst with anger and it was quite funny to watch especially when he was fuming in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist.

"Get out! Leave!" Jordan grabbed her arm and began pulling her out of the room.

"Let me go!" She fought with him but Jordan remained adamant.

"Get out of my house!" He yelled, dragging her to the door.

"I'll take her out." Louis immediately stepped in but Jordan ignored him. He pulled the door open and pushed the blonde out, closing the door to her face.

"What the hell?" He blurted out as he retraced his steps back.

"Can you imagine that wench?" He asked Louis.

"Like I hadn't had a bad day at the company today, I keep encountering crazy bitches."

"You need to calm down, boss." Louis finally spoke and Jordan let out a heavy breath, placing a palm over his temple as he did.

"Do I still stink?" Jordan asked all of a sudden and Louis raised a brow.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me the first time." Jordan sighed, rubbing his temple wearily.

Louis took some steps closer, jutting his head to take a sniff.

"Do I?" Jordan asked, curiosity on his face.

Though Louis didn't think he did, he thought it was okay to tease the boss when he got the chance so he nodded, scrunching his nose a bit. Jordan frowned.

"That damn woman!" He seethed. "Where is she now?"

"Probably in her room with her fellow labourers." Louis shrugged and Jordan frowned darkly.

"What? In her room? Don't tell me you did nothing to her after she had openly disrespected me? Do you know what it feels like to have dirt raining down on you? There were f*****g spoilt tomatoes and other disgusting stuff I don't wanna think about." Jordan shuddered.

"And you let her go? Just like that?"

"I left because I wanted to check if you were okay." Louis defended.

"Of course, I'm not okay! How will I be?"

"I'll go get her for you." Louis turned to go but Jordan stopped him.

"Don't bring her here. Lock her up. I don't want her getting any light or food or water. I'm gonna make her regret messing with me."

"Okay, boss." Louis nodded. "I'll do as you say."

"Take that suit along with you. Dispose it or you can have it for yourself. I don't need that trash." Jordan said as he returned to the bathroom to begin a new scrubbing. He was sure he needed more than soap or fragrance to be totally clean. He needed something to purify his thought and head too.

Damn that ginger lady.