Sold To Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 4

My heart skipped a beat.

“Had Jacob really meant what he said in the car?” I thought aloud as I paced around Jacob’s room.

It was already night time and my thoughts still couldn't leave what Jacob said. We were to consummate our marriage this night. He didn't say much after that and that did nothing to help my anxiety.

Jacob left me in his large bedroom with only one instruction. “Wait here.”

My eyes skimmed through his room, finally allowing me to take in my surroundings. The mess from Jacob’s outburst had been cleared out now his room was as spotless as ever. His room had a dark aesthetic to it. He had a mini library in the corner and the colors black, grey, and cream dominated the room.

The sound of the door opening jolted me out of my thoughts and my eyes met with familiar blue-green ones.

“You haven't changed yet.”

“There really isn't anything for me to change to, my clothes aren't here and then again, you wouldn't like my clothes,” I explained with my words carrying a bit of gentleness.

He clicked his tongue and tapped his feet repeatedly with his arms crossed. “Tomorrow that will be sorted out.”

“Thank you, Jacob,” I voiced.

“You’re welcome,” He nodded.

Without warning Jacob began taking off his shirt. Slowly moving from one button after the other, he left his bare chest exposed to me before he finally pulled off the material from his body.

Art. That was what he looked like - art. His rock-hard abs dripped of perfection and every edge and curve looked like it had been finely chiseled.

“The way you keep staring makes me feel uncomfortable,” He said without looking at me.

I gasped. “I-I…I’m sorry,” I apologized, shame heavy in my tone. A deep blush crept its way up to my cheeks as I fidgeted with my fingers. My head hung low.

“Come here.” His voice was low but it still had every ounce of power and authority in it. Something within me felt it.

My feet gently moved over to where he stood.

Jacob held my waist and moved me closer to him. My heart was beating violently against my ribcage now and my hands became clammy.

His hand came around my waist as he pulled me closer to him. “I told you what would be happening tonight, didn't I?” His breath fanned my neck.

“Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He inched closer until there was no space between us. Until his breaths fanned my lips. The gap closed and his lips were on mine, tenderly kissing them softly.

He kept a hand on my waist and the other on my breast. His fingers kneaded and played with it as if to show his claim. An involuntary moan escaped my lips.

I was his. I understood his rules perfectly. I knew he needed an heir. This was to come eventually so why did my body become rigid all of a sudden?

Jacob pulled away. “You’re not comfortable.”

“J-Jacob I'm sorry. I'll do better,” I begged.

“No. I'm not going to force anyone to sleep with me. I am not a rapist.” Jacob lips pulled into a deep scowl.

Tears wet my cheeks and I rushed to wipe them off. I didn't want to upset Jacob any further. “No, no, I didn't mean it like that.”

Jacob only sighed.

I fell to my knees silently praying to appease the man in front of me, seeing as he now owned my future. “I promise to do better. Please forgive me.”

“Is this your first time?” Jacob asked.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice low. “It is.”

“s*x is not to be forced or willfully taken. I will not force you. s*x is an art form solely meant for pleasure for all parties involved. I will take you but you will be the one begging me.”

My breath hitched. A strange feeling danced somewhere in my core. I couldn't quite pin it.

“You will learn how to receive pleasure and give it back in return,” Jacob finished, lust swirling in his blue-green ocean eyes.

***

The sun's rays invaded my eyes like a fearless thief, quickly stealing away the last bit of sleep I had in my eyes. I rose from the bed and took in the state of my environment.

Jacob was nowhere to be seen. His side of the bed was empty but rumpled enough to let me know we had shared a bed. The room was kept neat as usual. What brought the surprise were the five maids that stood in front of me.

“Good morning madam,” They recited in unison. The act sent me to a temporary shock. I wasn't used to this kind of treatment, if anything, I would have been more comfortable doing the greeting and standing.

“Me, madam?” I thought out loud.

One of the maids, who I recognized as Penelope, came forward. “Mr. Price wants you to be ready by 10:30 a.m. for breakfast. We have selected some clothes for you.” My eyes immediately moved to the vast selection of clothes on the clothing rack beside the bed. They were fit for the new role I was to occupy.

I got up from bed, a part of me wishing I could leave all of this and just lose myself to sleep. I glanced over at Penelope, she had been my mother’s close friend. “Thank you, I will act accordingly.”

“That’s not all madam,” Penelope said. She dipped her hand in her pocket and brought out a small note.

She extended her hand. “This came in for you,” She continued, with her voice carrying in a bit of a tremble.

I took the note with curiosity climbing up my throat. Penelope nodded and all the maids took their leave.

My fingers lightly brushed the eerie note in my palm. I folded it over and scanned its contents.

It read:

I can help you take revenge on Mr. Price. Come to the garden.

Fear wrapped itself around like a venomous snake, ready to draw blood.