MY BILLIONAIRE DESTINY

CHAPTER FIVE

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

JANESSA'S POV

“Who are you?” My heart sank to my stomach, as he flung the door open and queried.

‘Surely, all my secrets have come to light,’ I thought.

“I…uhm…” I stammered at a loss for words.

Joe hurriedly walked towards me and pressed a kiss on my lips.

“I know who you are,” he said softly. His voice was barely above a whisper.

“You do?” I queried in fear, laced with curiosity.

“You're an angel.” He responded, “You saved us out there.”

“Thank you.” He finished, planting a kiss on my forehead.

I wasn't sure what was happening, but this was definitely a moment of relief for me.

Joe left to change to his outfit and all through his bath, he didn't stop raving about how brave and mind-blowing my actions were, but who was going to tell him?

The men were from Gray and I was supposed to give him up to them, but I just couldn't.

‘Was he going to see me the same way, if he found out that I wasn't being brave at all, but was just trying to right a wrong I shouldn't have been involved in to begin with?’

Guilt burdened my heart, as he continued to shower praises on me, even from the bathroom.

“Go take a bath.” He said, as soon as he got out of the bathroom.

I promptly obeyed, because I was not willing to remain in the same space with him, lest I die of guilt.

I spent a long time in the bathroom, with the hope that he would be fast asleep when I got out.

When I finally exited the bathroom, I found the lights off and heaved a sigh of relief, at the good sign.

Only a few steps to the bed, I felt a hand placed on my shoulder, softly massaging me.

“You must be tired.” Joe whispered into my ear, sending cold shivers down my spine.

“Allow me,” he said, lifting me from the ground and placing me on the bed.

His hands ran through my back, giving me the relief I did not know I needed.

Joe knew every nerve and every spot to touch and I was melting from my inside out from what I called ‘Joe’s magical touch.’

The lights were turned off and I had no reason to be ashamed, lying bare on the bed, as his hands went through every inch of me.

His hands were soon replaced by his lips, which placed kisses over every inch of my body. He brought his lips to my ears and I couldn't help letting out a soft moan, as his tongue dug into my ear.

Joe seemed inspired by my moaning, as he lifted the upper part of my body and firmly massaged my breast.

I had been involved with a number of men, both on missions and in the gang, but there was only one memory of being handled this delicately that I had.

A few weeks before I left the gang, I met a man that changed my life, at a ball.

It was after my encounter with him that I begged to leave the life of crime Gray had me in, and when Gray wouldn't let me go willingly, I ran from the gang.

‘After all, I was paying my father's debt and I believed ten years of service was payment enough.’ I thought.

Joe's touch made me forget all about my hard life. From Jael's threats, go Gray's heavy breathing on my neck, demanding me to hand his brother over to him, all for the fortune Mr. Spock left behind.

My moaning could no longer be soft, when Joe had my buttocks in the air, and slowly thrusted into me from behind, hitting every wall in the right spot.

He took it slow and steady and I felt alive, calling his name softly.

Minutes later, we both collapsed on the bed and from our heavy breathing, it was evident that this was a night to remember.

I knew for a fact that I wasn't going to forget it in a hurry.

“Where are you going?” Joe questioned, holding my hand, as a tried to get out of bed.

“To wash myself up.” I responded.

He felt a bit embarrassed to have shown his desire to have me with him and I smiled and headed to the bathroom.

My joy had immediately burnt into guilt. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to do Gray's bidding. If Joe ever found out about my past or the role I played in his father's death, he was never going to want me again.

I sighed, staring at myself in the mirror. I was disgusted by the mere image of myself.

To lessen any suspicions, I hurriedly washed up and picked a bath robe, wrapping myself.

I walked into the room, and found Joe behind the wardrobe, trying to get dressed also.

I took a deep breath, knowing now that I could never look at him the same way.

“The other day…” he was leaving the wardrobe, trying to put on a shirt, when I noticed the scar at the back of his shoulder.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

“It was you!” I said, pointing at the scar at the back of his shoulder. It was the only memory I had of the man at the ball.

“That night,” I said, “the masquerade ball.” My words were broken and disoriented, “you were the mystery man.” I blurted. My body was terribly shaking.

Joe bent his face, avoiding eye contact with me. I felt as though I had been cut in the heart with a sharp piece of paper.

This only meant one thing…