Divorcing Billionaire Vincent

Chapter Five -- Forbidden Errands

“Sh- Shut up” My voice comes out breathless instead of how stern i wanted it to.

I raise my knee to knee him in the groin, but he grabs my thigh, jerking it up beside him instead. If someone came in now, they would definitely think dirty thoughts.

“The way you have turned as bright as a tomato, I think that’s enough confirmation. Besides, I prefer when you are on your knees begging for it.” He say smugly before releasing me and stepping back. I step back further into the curtains, glaring at him, but i don’t have the courage to say anything else to retort to him.

He picks up the phone that had fallen from earlier.

“Are you going to give me back that ?”

“If only you tell me how you sneaked it in the house without anyone’s knowledge.”

“Fine.” He walks towards me.

“What are you doing ?” I stand upright.

He stretches his hands above me and i shut my eyes tightly in fear. Was he finally going to strike me for my bad behavior. i hear the curtains moving behind me and open them.

I look out through the glass windows to see my favroite maid below. She’s kneeling down on pebbles as two of Madam Kensington’s elderly maids, strike her with whips simultaneously. I shut my eyes at the scene.

“You just lost your only chance to save her by telling me the truth. But then again, if you really cared for her, you wouldn’t have asked her to sneak a phone into the mansion.” He says before walking out.

I knew if i ran out to save her she’d only have it worse later. I could only feel guilty.

_____ Vincent’s POV _____

I stand under the shower, letting the cold freezing water wash the heat consuming my body away.

Jana was going to be the death of me. She had surprised me yesternight when she barged into my room with the divorce papers but not more than how she had in bed.

She was a virgin, perfectly made for me. She had been in her red lace nightie that hugged her waist, teasing her milky skin and inviting my touch. She easily bruised, and i liked that. I had a primal ned to mark her and take her for myself. I remember her littler gasps, her moans. How her innocent eyes dilated hearing dirty words and promises made to her. I groan, my d**k hardening further. This was not helping in the slightest. I turn off the shower and walk out into my room, grabbing a towel

Fuck the memories that refuse to leave my head. It would have been better if she wasn’t on some suicide mission. It’s been a long day.already. I wonder if I was on her mind. I take the tv remote and switch on the TV. A number of screens pop up and i select the one of Jana’s room.

She’s not in her room.

Hmm that’s interesting. Where could she have gone to ? I look at the kitchen, the living room, the dining, and even the garden. She’s not there.

Movement catches my eye in the corner and i zoom onto the gate.

A smallish figure dressed in a hoodie and shorts steps out. The hood is lifted to cover the face but there’s no mistaking it. That was golden blonde hair i was looking at. The was one woman with hair like that in the mansion. Where the hell was she sneaking off to dressed like that ?

I open my closet and put on some clothes and then i go downstairs and into the underground garage. It was already night time and the workers had retired for the night.

I grab the keys for my black Mclaren and drive out, i follow her from a distance so she doesn’t notice me. She looks around frantically, trying to make sure nobody was seeing her which is funny considering her efforts were not even as good.

I grip the steering wheel hard. This woman was putting herself in danger. What was she thinking ? She soon arrives at a small house. I park a few house down in the dark where the street light had gone off.

She knocks three times and the door opens. A taller and broader figure appears. A man

She was coming to see a man.

Fury consumes me. I watch as he hands over a package to her and pats her on the head gently affectionately.

I was going to kill her but not before i skin that man alive, starting from his goddamn fingers that he used to touch what was mine and make her watch the whole thing.

Their meeting is short and brief. He goes back inside and she turns to leave, her eyes bright and her face light and sweet with a smile.

God she was pretty when she smied. But it wasn’t for me. Never for me. It was for another man. Rage consumes me, even though i pride myself as a man who doesn’t let emotions consume him. I was the rational one.

I get out of the car and walk towards her. She’s completely oblivious to her surroundings, smiling at the package happily.

What has he given her to make her so happy that I can’t provide? Immediately, i’m in front of her, i snatch it out of her hands.

She startles, surprised to see me. I don’t know if I’m angrier about the sneaking out, the man, or the fact that she was completely oblivious to her surroundings.

If there was one thing this woman was getting good at, it was finding a thousand and one ways to rile me up. I try not to let anger cloud my vision, but she needed to learn her lesson.

“What the hell are you doing outside at this hour, Jana, and what is this package ?” I demanded.