My Billionaire Frenemy

Chapter 5

Mara's POV

He hadn't been joking when he asked me if I could take it.

As it turned out, Jason totally knew how to f**k a woman, judging by the lady's intense moans.

I could tell she wasn't faking it.

And, o boy, the s*x sounded hot and rough, exactly the kind of s*x I always imagined but never had.

I was still a virgin.

As I toweled off myself in the bathroom, I couldn't stop my fingers from going in between my legs.

I was wet already, not a big surprise.

My fingers brushed my lips. Groaning in frustration, I pulled my hands away almost too forcibly. It jerked back and hit the heavy ceramic tub.

The pain was more welcome than jilling off to the sound of Jason f*****g. I didn't have a problem with f*****g myself, but to the sound of that asshole going at it?

I would have an orc f**k me before I ever do that.

In fact, I must be sick to have even considered it in the first place.

Trying hard to shut off the sounds, I relaxed into the tub and turned the dial for warm water. I felt my joints relax as the water filled the tub.

I could stay here all day. It felt so good.

The fatigue slipped out of my body in pleasing waves as the heat seeped into me. Soon, I was feeling drowsy.

Moments later, I dozed off.

I didn't realize I had though, till the sound of the door opening woke me the next morning.

Omigosh! Hadn't I locked the door when I got in last night? Obviously not, because…

…Jason paused at the door. His eyes took in my still lazily lounging form in the tub. A smirk curled his lips.

"If you expect me to act all gentlemanly and leave, then I will remind you that this is my own bathroom and I'm not leaving it for you," he said, walking into the space.

"Besides, you're hot and I don't see why I shouldn't enjoy the view as payment for letting you sleep over,"

His eyes shamelessly raked me, not looking where it should as his fingers groped for his toothbrush in a cup on the sink.

"Asshole," I said.

He smiled and shrugged. "You're welcome," he said. "If it makes you uncomfortable, you can leave,"

I would leave, but I wasn't getting out of the tub and giving him better view than he already had.

I tried to get as much of my body as I could under the water, but it didn't help much.

Heat burned my neck and cheeks as he kept his eyes on me. Somehow, he managed to smirk even with a toothbrush in his mouth.

I squirmed.

"You can say please," he said.

No way! I would die before I did that.

"Asshole," I muttered audibly.

He shrugged again. "I bet yours is nice. Pity I can't see it from here,"

Jeez! Does the guy have no shame?

To avoid his leering eyes, I closed mine and tried to forget where I was. Only for a hand to yank me roughly moments later.

"I want to have my bath," Jason said. "If you will excuse me, miss. I don't want you looking at my goods."

But it's okay to look at mine?

The smirk on his face told he he wasn't feeling shy at all. He was doing it to get under my skin. And I had to admit, it's working.

"Go get my clothes for me," I told him stubbornly.

He glared at me. "No way, honey. May I remind you you're in my bathroom?"

As he spoke, he gripped my hands and yanked me up roughly till I stood on my feet in the tub.

The thought flashed through my mind in an instant. I wasn't in a public place. It was okay for me to go feral.

I did.

My palms kissed his lips viciously, leading him to drop my hands and hold his cheeks. He glared at me in shock.

And returned the gesture so hard I slipped in the tub and fell, my head narrowly missing the tiled walls.

His face scrunched in an intense frown, he picked me like I weighed nothing, grabbed my clothes, walked out of the bathroom and dumped me unceremoniously at the door of his bathroom before slamming the door in my face.

Tears sprang to my eyes at the humiliation.

"That was funny,"

The voice almost made me jump. The lady from the night before was lounging on the couch stark naked and staring at me with amusement in her eyes.

"I was hoping you would join us. Did you try to seduce him on your own?" she asked.

She wasn't curious. The once over she gave me told me she meant to be condescending. And on top of all that has happened, it was enough to blow me over the top

It was an intense struggle holding in the stream of invectives that rose up my throat, but I managed it.

I shouldn't have accepted his challenge in the first place.

My face burning in humiliation, I toweled off and dressed, under the intense gaze of the lady all the while.

"You're hot," she said dryly as I struggled with the hook of my bra.

"Shut up!" I snapped at her, but she only chuckled.

Yesterday, I had planned to keep my luggage here till I sorted out my housing. But if I stayed here a second more, I was sure one of two things would happen; either I killed someone, or I burst due to anger and frustration.

Neither was palatable.

Few minutes later, I was dragging my bag through the campus once more. I wasn't heading to the hostels.

Only a delusional person would think she could sort it out with the housing authorities in time enough to have somewhere to spend the night.

I had another plan in mind.

I dialed my agent's number on my phone and hoped she would pick up. She has told me she would be going on a short holiday to rest from our week of stress and prepare for the upcoming campaign.

Surprisingly, she picked on the first ring. Her voice sounded breathless on the phone.

"I had just been about to call you," she told me. She was obviously excited.

"Huh?" that was me.

"Did you know that King Industries is expanding into the fashion industry, and they have picked us?" she asked excitedly.

I rolled my eyes. So, Mr. King had been serious when he said that? I had thought it was just to convince dad to sell me.

"And you know what?" she continued excitedly.

"He's had his eyes on the fashion industry for quite some time, but everyone was wondering how he could possibly break in. Well, he told us yesterday. Ask me what,"

The excitement in her voice made me uncomfortable. A sense of foreboding settled over me.

"What?" I asked in a tiny voice.

"He's engaged his son to you!" the words came out in an excited squeal. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

The sky spun. My knees turned to jelly. My world crashed down around me.

Mr. Kings possibly couldn't have made the news public, could he? I hadn't even agreed to it yet!

"No way!" the words tumbled out of my mouth.

"What's wrong? You should be happy!" she said, confusion in her voice. "He has shown us the documents and all anyway. You're technically married. He's just waiting till after college before hosting the ceremony itself,"

"And by the way, you know what that means for you?" she asked. "The clause about being the very image of loyalty?"

A sinking feeling weighed my stomach as I recalled it. I knew what it meant alright.

I was expected to act as Jason's wife in every sense of the word, including living with him.

Whatever did I do to lady luck? This wasn't great.

Not great. At all.