Chained to the Billionaire

Two: Shelby

Four years earlier.

    I knew that it was a mistake to let Jason leave our little town of Jefferson to go to the big city of Milwaukee, and I knew it from the very moment that he told me that he was moving away.

    He told me that there was better jobs and more prospects there, that some of his friends promised to find him a good one.

    A good one to Jason meant a job that would offer very good pay and didn't require any university qualifications, since he didn't have any. I wasn't one to argue though, since I didn't have any either, and my working as a kitchen hand was just a cover up for my real gig We both had been working as a kitchen hand but neither of us were planning to work for minimum wage for the rest of our lives. Jason wanted to study business and, one day, he wanted to own his own big corporation with hundreds of employees and a very cool corner office with an amazing view. Me I was already doing what I wanted to do, no its not working as a kitchen hand no that's the cover up cause nobody can know that i live this double life.    "Shels if you would just come with me you wouldn't have to work those shitty long hours anymore. We won't have to worry about money ever again. You can quit this pathetic job and say goodbye to that jerk of a boss."

    I hugged myself tight as I gazed at the beautiful view that laid before me.

Six months later

    "You know that if you are that nervous about being on a plane it's not that good of an idea to look out the window." The gentleman that was sitting in the seat next to me told me. "For some reason and I don't understand why it calms me. This is my first time flying and as you can tell I'm a nervous wreck." I replied back gazing at the view. It was a beautiful view, with bright gold and blues, and just below the plane, there was a think white clouds that looked like cotton patches all along the amazing endless horizon. I'd always wanted to see this exquisite scenery for real, since I seen it on tv and in books and magazines. I would cut out pictures from magazines glued into a notebook of places I want to go to if I was ever able to afford to do it. I also have list of things that I want to do when I would get to them places. At this moment that is the last thing that is on my mind. In a few hours, the plane will be landing in Las Vegas- a place I'd never been to before. After Las Vegas Paris, Tokyo, and Rome are the next cities I will be flying to but I have to take care of some business in Las Vegas before I go there. 

    The fact is I don't know where I was going or what I'd be doing once I got there, and that really worried me. No, that wasn't exactly true. What really worried me was I wouldn't know who I'd be facing and how the hell I'd be getting Jason out of his mess.

    During the next few painstakingly slow hours, I remained paralyzed, seized by fear of the unknown. Fear of what would happen to Jason if I wasn't able to help him.

    "Jason," I murmured to myself. "Why?"

    He had always been a good little brother. Never getting into trouble always there for me when I needed him. I understood it had been hard for him since the death of our parents, as it had been for me. I understand that s**t happens in everybody's life, though it seemed to happen a lot more for us. But we had to carry on living, didn't we? Jason was just that much of a gullible person. I'd known that, yet I'd  let him go. Allowed the wolves to have a taste of him, to play and dance with him. And now he was stuck, and I didn't know how or if I was gonna be able to save him.

    At the moment, I knew I was charging forward blindly. The wolves, these billionaire businessmen who didn't hesitate to play dirty, were who I would be dealing with. I really don't think that they know who they are dealing with. They think I'm this poor girl who works as a lowly kitchen hand.

    "Maxwell." I said the name softly under my breath, a shiver passing down my spine. Even the name itself radiated power, and it scared the hell out of me.

    All I had gotten was a call from Jason and than an email-a threatening email-from M. MIchaels. After I done some background I found out that it was one of the six billionaires of the elite club of billionaires. The email was short and to the point. Even now, I feel a little dizzy thinking about it. 

Ms. East I would like to inform you that your brother, Jason East, has done a very unwise thing. He and his friends have swindled and lost two million dollars of mine in a gamble. He is currently under our protection. Negotiation between us is prudent, and I urgently advise you to make an appointment to meet me.

M. Maxwell

    The bastard had made it to sound as if he was the police or the FBI when he used the words Protection and negotiate. Then again, Jason and his so-called friends had swindled millions from the billionaire, and now , it was my job to replace the money. What he wanted to do made my head spin. I had offered to pay him the cash but I guess it wasn't good enough for Maxwell. 

    The plane landed, and I found myself shuffling through thousands of people I didn't know. I tried to pass them as quickly as possible. I knew that I looked like a fish out of water here, and those staring at me with the look were evidence of that. I didn't care through. I had a mission to accomplish, and their judgement going to faze me.

    I sighed with a small relief once I was outside where there were less people that I might encounter that might recognize me. It was hot. So hot that in fact I had to take off my blazer. I knew I had to take the bus into town cause I couldn't make it look as if I had money. 

    I jumped into the bus a few minutes later, and after paying my fees, I settled in a lone seat, places my backpack on my lap in front of me. I kept to myself throughout this whole journey. When the bus stopped in town, I took another one to another part of town and then another one farther out. This took me another hour, and by the time it stopped at the very end of the route, I was exhausted and thirsty.

    Out on the rather deserted street lined with big mansions that both terrified me and amazed me. I took out the map I had printed out and peered at the white, neatly folded piece of paper. The glare was getting to my eyes, so I moved around trying to find a bit of shade. My finger followed the line of roads on the map as I muttered to myself, "Where am I? Where am I?"

    An angry, long, loud beep blared from the distance. Tires screeched against asphalt. I lifted my head, and my eyes rounded with dread. Panic seized me the moment I saw the car heading towards me. I reacted by staggering back, just in time, as the vehicle came to a sudden halt inches from me.

    I fell on my backside, my heart pumping loud and fast. I was still paralyzed with fright when the door of that expensive car opened. Shiny black shoes landed on the pavement, followed by clean black trousers.

    I watched, suddenly fascinated as that pair of shoes came my way. They stopped right in front of me, as if waiting patiently for me to lift my head. And I did. My eyes slowly drifted up to the long leg trousers and then to the slim waist and expensive-looking pale-blue shirt and dark jacket. The moment my eyes met his he took my breath away.

    He had a strong aquiline nose, deep=set blue eyes, prominent jawline, and dark hair-this was the type of face found in fashion magazines. He looked as if he could be one of them male models in the perfume ads wearing the expensive suits. The type that was out of my reach. The rich, expensive type that every girl drooled over and dreamed of dating.

    He was the type that scared the s**t out of me. He was doing so right now. My breathing became shorter and faster. At the moment, I just wanted to run but my legs, however, seemed to have become numb, and I couldn't command them to move.

    The handsome stranger made my condition worse by coming down to one knee. I was surprised he actually allowed those expensive, clean trousers to touch the dirt. When he faced me, I swallowed.

    The color of the eyes looking at me was Prussian blue. Dark yet bright, with an ominous feel to them. A shade of blue that had fascinated me since I was a child. It was the shade of the sky I'd seen when I opened my eyes that day many years ago, my whole body aching in agony and my bones broken. The sound of sirens and people shouting asking if i was all right. I'd never been all right. I was dying from a car accident. They asked me a child of twelve if I was all right.

    I flicked my mind back to the present, to the man in front of me, and i couldn't help but bite my dry lips. I subconsciously licked them-a mistake. His Prussian blue eyes drifted to my lips, and suddenly, my whole body reacted in a way it had never reacted before.

    My body flared with heat and delicious sensations coursed through me, making me almost breathless. I was trembling more fiercely than I had when I'd thought the car was going to hit me. My whole body trembled beneath his stare, at the sudden electrical sparks that charged and pulsated between us.  

    He narrowed his eyes-against the glare of the sun or a knowing sign, I didn't know which. When he grinned at me, one that would take any girl's breath away. I knew it was the latter. He was way too handsome  for my peace of mind. It was a crime for such a man to exist. He was just way to much and I knew I shouldn't be staring at him like I was but I couldn't help it.

    "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice was a deep sexy timbre.

    A thrill rushed down my spine, I nodded and wished he would just get up and walk away.

    He didn't, which both angered me and pleased me at the same time. And at that moment I didn't understand my own feels. Yes, I wanted him to leave me alone, but at the same time, I didnt want him to go.

    He surprised me by wrapping one of his strong arms around me. I jolted at the touch, and my whoe body went into a frenzy of s****l sensation, a whirlwind of hot heat.

    He pulled me along as he stood, and I mindlessly followed. My head barely reached to his massive broad shoulders. I swallowed as I stared at his shirt.

    "Don't walk into the road without looking if you don't want to get hit," he said.

    I nodded , still not looking at him. "Thanks," I said, stepping back. I felt his hand releasing me, his warmth leaving me, I wish it wasn't which scared the s**t out of me.