One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Chapter 05

~Chapter five~

~ (Lilian's POV) ~

I spotted a taxicab parked in the distance, and hope surged through me.

I ran towards it with one destination in mind: Aunt's Kate's house.

I saw a wound-down window with a figure inside. “Hello sir. Please, I'm stuck out here alone. I need help to get to this destination.”

I retrieved a paper with my aunt’s address from my box. I stuck my hand inside to show the cab driver the address.

He put on the inner lights, and I could make him out by now. He was a man in his mid-fifties and, by the looks of it, dead drunk.

He stared at me with a deadpanned expression before collecting the paper from my outstretched hands.

When he was done, he eyed me. “Do you have any money?”

I didn't have any cash on me because I'd sent my last salary to my aunt when she sent a letter to me that she was very sick. “No sir, I don't have any, but please help me.”

He looked at me, head to toe, with the same lustful look I'd seen in other men.

His eyes openly gawked at my boobs. He was a little away from drooling. “Of course I can help you, beautiful. But you need to help me, too.”

My heart sank in my chest immediately. Come to think of it, was I cursed?

I looked into the road. The dead of the night. There could be worse lurking around by this time.

“Help you how, sir?” I decided to feign ignorance.

“Are you a baby?” He looked irritated. “I want to f**k you.”

I gasped.

“Or you can stay here,” He continued. “I heard there're dangerous mobsters lurking in the alleys.”

As if on cue, I began to hear gunshots from a distance. The driver turned on his ignition to drive off to a distance.

I ran after him, banging against the body of the vehicle.

“Please! I'll do whatever you want,” I cried. “Just take me out of here.”

He finally stopped and unlocked his doors. I hurriedly went in with my luggage and sat down. “Please, hurry. The gunshots are getting closer.”

He drove the car at a high speed until we were away from the danger.

He kept gawking at my boobs and looking back like I'd disappear any moment soon.

“Please, focus on the drive, sir.” I begged. “When we get there, I know a cheap hotel we can stay in.”

He grinned at the suggestion.

“Okay. Okay.” The man looked so excited, I could see through his pants that he was already turned on.

He drove for about forty minutes and as we got closer, my mind was dreading what was going to happen.

He asked me for the paper as we got closer. “Where's your aunt’s address?”

My mind was working overtime.

Then an idea hit me. If he didn't remember the address, there was no way I was going to give him the paper.

I scribbled a fake address on a piece of paper I saw lying on the cab floor. “Here it is.”

He snatched it and continued driving.

I slowly began to remember my way around town. We were now two streets away from my aunt's house.

I began wincing in the seat.

“What!” the man snapped.

“Sir, please stop the car. I need to pee.”

“Here?” He looked confused. “There's no toilet around here.”

I started crying. “Please… sir, I'm about to pee in your seat.”

The car screeched to a sudden halt. “Hurry, you can do it around the corner. Please don't pee in my seat.”

“Thank you.” I got down and went to a hidden corner.

Then I began to run.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me; I took no breaks. As a matter of fact, I completely forgot my suitcase.

I didn't stop running until the familiar view of Aunt Kate's house unfolded. By now, I was panting.

But I was relieved. I'd somehow managed to escape the drunk driver.

Dawn had fully broken as the sun rose slowly in the sky. I walked into the house, searching for my family.

“Ethan!” I called out. “Aunt Kate!”

No response. Maybe they had gone out?

I walked around the compound to see if they were somewhere outside. Finally, I stumbled across a neighbour and stopped her.

“Mrs Clarkson, hi, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I can't seem to find my aunt and brother.”

She looked at me for a while, a strange look flashed across her face.

“You're Lilian, right? Katherine's niece?” She asked.

“Yes, I am.” I responded.

“I take it you've not heard? And where have you been since? I've been trying to reach you all this while, to no avail?”

By now, I was unsettled. My hands began to fidget and grow cold. “I was working in Denver, and I lost my phone, so I've not been in contact with anyone. But my aunt sent me a letter last month about sending her some money for her treatment.”

“Lilian, your aunt died three weeks ago from kidney failure.”

My heart sank to my stomach at the news. “What!”