One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Chapter 03

~ (Lilian's POV) ~

I watched as Mrs. Paris flung her bag to the floor, her mouth widening in shock. “No, this can't be happening. I'm just dreaming.”

I grabbed the closest thing my hands could find - a duvet, and wrapped myself in it to cover my naked body, shaken to the bone at what she'd do to me.

By now, Orlando was hurriedly dressing up. His hands moved in a frenzied motion. “Par… Paris, I can explain.”

“You have nothing to say, Orlando. Wait until our parents hear of this.” She carried her bag and walked out of the house.

I was still in shock at the fact that we'd been caught. “What’s going to happen now?” This question was directed more to myself than to Orlando.

What would happen if their family decided to punish me… or worse, kill me?

After all, I was only an orphan with nowhere to go and no one to defend me, and to the best of my knowledge, the Steeles were one of the richest and most powerful families in America.

I watched as Orlando placed a call. “Hello… Yes, this is Orlando Steele. Keep an eye on Paris. Make sure she's alone and not on her phone… and please ensure she goes nowhere near the office.”

His hands were trembling slightly. I could tell that he was worried… maybe even scared. He had a reputation to care for, after all, unlike me.

But regardless of whatever happened, I still loved Orlando. Everything about him— I was utterly smitten by him.

I desperately wished he'd be mine, when his wife yelled at him, threw things at him during their fights, when she denied him s*x - yes, I overheard him complain about how she preferred dildos to having s*x with him.

And all the while, I stayed wishing that Orlando would give me just one chance to prove myself, to show him what a real woman felt like; the gentle touch, the nurture, the softness of my thighs pressed against his face.

Maybe I was stupid for wanting him, but now that I'd gotten him… there would be no going back. I would use this exact moment and utilize it to get exactly what I want. Consequences be damned.

I pulled off the duvet seductively, and stark naked, I walked towards an already dressed up Orlando. “Where are you going? Come on, Orlando. Stay back. Let's continue that doggy you like.”

I moved closer to him, my finger grazing his body slowly. “Tell me you don't want this.”

His hands held my arms in a firm grip, which was exciting at first.

It quickly turned painful as his grip tightened even further, making my arms burn with a sharp pain.

“Orl… Orlando, what's going on?” I winced in pain. “Argh… you're hurting me!”

He fell deaf to my plea, clutching my arms until it turned red and burned even more.

By now, I was screaming in intense pain. What the hell was he doing?!

To my utter surprise, he lifted his palms and landed a jolting slap across my face that had me reeling backwards.

I landed on the ground with a painful thud.

With my eyes widened in shock, I stared up at him in disbelief.

His face had morphed into a cold sneer, like that of a furious beast. He looked nothing like the man I'd just given my all to. The man I loved.

“Orlando, what are you doing?!” I cried out.

“It's Mr. Orlando to you, bitch.” He spat out, giving me a slap on the other cheek.

“This is all your fault!” He roared in anger. “I'm about to lose everything I've worked for. And because of you slimy little slut!”

I gaped at him, not believing my ears. “Why would you say that to me, Orlando?”

“Do you need another slap to correct your sense?” He snapped, moving close to me.

“I mean… Mr. Orlando,” I corrected myself quickly. “We can work something out.”

The tears I'd been holding back escaped from the corners of my eyes.

And I couldn't hold back the torrents. My shoulders were trembling from my crying.

He scoffed, unfazed by my breakdown. “Not that I expect you to ever understand, but my company is on the verge of bankruptcy,”

I stared back at him in confusion, tears still glinting in my eyes.

“That was why I married Paris. The Leightons have what we need to raise my company back up.”

My jaw went slack at the realization of what he'd just uttered. “You're just using Paris? You don't actually love her?”

He shook his head like I was some naïve, stupid schoolgirl and gave a rough laugh. “Of course not! Who would love her? With the way she's been treating me like garbage?”

“I would've just thrown her out of my house, but no. My father says she's the key to getting what we need. Maybe after that, I can finally divorce her and call it quits.”

Hope surged through me at this statement.

“You want to marry me after you divorce Mrs. Paris?”

He looked at me, astonished for a second and then burst out into an evil laughter. “You? Marry you?”

“No, slut!” He did a double take. “But maybe I could keep you as my mistress. That's if you become more classy and sophisticated.”

My heart sank at the cruelty of his words. But somehow, I still loved him. I could change for him. If that would make him love me. “I can be more cla-”

“Shut up!” He snapped, cutting me short.

Then he curled his knuckles into a fist and landed blows all over my body.

I shouted in pain. Each blow was more painful than the last.

He landed blows on my face, my arm, my chest. I cried hot tears, helpless on the floor.

“This. Is. All. Your. Fault. You. Ruined. My. Plans.” He punctuated each sentence with a strike.

By the time he was done, I was already weak and paralyzed on the floor. My whole body was sore and my breathing hitched.

When he was satisfied, he wore his wristwatch like nothing had happened. “I'm going to beg Paris now. And pray, by whatever gods you serve, that she doesn't turn me away.”

He moved close, his breath so close that it was fanning my neck. “Or else, you'll be gone from the surface of the earth… for good.”