Kidnapped by the Billionaire

ELENA'S POV.

I FELT uncomfortable while sipping coffee at the cafeteria with my co-worker, Darcy. I didn’t know why, but I felt that somebody was watching my every move. I looked out the window but saw nothing unusual. People walking and minding their own business, except for the man in a black hoodie on the other side of the road. The man was not looking at me, but I still felt uncomfortable. His presence alone was enough to make my heart rattle like this, and it was weird.

“Hey, Elena, what are you thinking?” Darcy asked with a knotted forehead and followed my gaze.

The man on the other side of the road had left, but the odd feeling lingered in me. “Nothing,” I answered. “I just remembered something.”

Darcy nodded, but her eyes were already glued to the man on the counter. “You must be really working hard as the new secretary of Sir French. Don’t forget to chill out, okay?”

I laughed. “Yeah, I know. Let’s go. I bet Grace is waiting for her frappe now.”

I completely forgot about the man outside our office building when we returned to our desk. My mind was immediately occupied by Peter’s text message to me, telling me that he was excited to see me after work.

“Let’s party after duty. Are you in, Elena? Darcy will come with us,” Grace, my colleague, asked me when she saw me fixing my things on the table. “I discovered a new club a few blocks away from here. What do you think?”

“I’d love to, Grace. But I can’t,” I said and smiled. “My boyfriend and I have plans tonight. Maybe next time?”

Grace curled her lips and pretended that she was not okay with it. “You haven’t introduced your boyfriend to us. Why don’t you take him with us?”

“I’ll ask him next time,” I said and smiled hesitantly. “He’s a bit busy at work, but I will try.”

“What’s your boyfriend’s profession? Is he a CEO? A chef? An engineer?” Grace asked and narrowed her eyes at me. “I’m curious who was that boyfriend of yours that you’re not introducing to us, but always conflicting on our after-hours schedule.”

I hesitated, but I knew that Grace wouldn’t stop until I gave her an answer. “He’s a businessman…” I answered and prayed that Grace wouldn’t ask more.

“Really?” Grace asked and nudged me in the waist. “If you have a businessman boyfriend, you don’t have to work here as a secretary, you know? Tell me, what’s his name? I’ll look him up on the internet.”

I sighed and nervously scratched the corner of my brow. I looked at our boss’s office door and felt relieved that it opened because Grace shut her mouth immediately and greeted our boss with respect as he passed by us.

“I see you’re into a serious conversation?” Mr. French asked us, but looking at me directly.

“Ahm, w-we’re just—”

“I’m asking Elena to come with us after work, sir,” Grace answered and winked at me as if she saved me. “But she refused because she already has plans with her boyfriend.”

“Oh, is that so?” Mr. French looked at me intensely, and I could feel myself melting under my skirt. “That’s too bad.”

“I know, right, sir. She’s always turning down our offer because of her boyfriend,” Grace said sarcastically, stressing the word ‘boyfriend’. “And, take note, sir. We haven’t met that boy—”

“Grace, you don’t have to tell it to Sir French,” I interrupted her by squeezing her arm. “That’s embarrassing. Mr. French might not want to know it.”

“Of course, I do,” the man said, making me and Grace look up at him. “I mean, as your boss, I should care for what every one of you keeps busy, so I’ll know when to dismiss your duty early.”

I almost caught my breath with what he said. I nodded slowly and looked away from him, while Grace just laughed and thought that it’s sweet for a boss to speak to his employees.

“Thank you for being considerate in our personal lives, Mr. French,” Grace added and giggled. “But that wouldn’t change her mind, right, Elena?”

I rolled my eyes ceilingwards. “Grace, please,” I warned her, but it didn’t affect her. “I think you should go to your table now. I saw Darcy is looking for you.”

Grace rolled her eyes. “Okay, but promise me that you’ll introduce your boyfriend to us next time, okay?”

As soon as Grace left my desk, I looked at Mr. French and smiled apologetically. “I already told her that I can’t—”

“It’s okay, honey,” Peter whispered so no one would hear him. “You can go with them next time, but tonight, you’re mine.”

I could feel my cheeks turning red. I lowered my head and waited for Peter to leave my desk. My heart was racing in so much excitement. I couldn’t believe that a sought-after bachelor as handsome as him would fall for me. I grabbed my bag and left excitedly. I have to go home and change my dress before meeting Peter.

It was already dark outside when I stepped out of my apartment. I took out my phone to book a cab, but before opening the app, a large man emerged from nowhere and grabbed me. I tried to scream, but he was fast to cover my mouth.

I felt dizzy in an instant and lost consciousness.

***

The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself tied in bed with a stranger next to me, my phone was in his hand and I could see that he was reading all my conversations with Peter.

“You’re awake now, Elena,” the man hoarsely said.

Chill ran through my spine when he stirred on the bed and stared at me with intense lust in his eyes. Now, I remember he was the man in front of our office building. “W-who are you? Please, let me go—”

“No,” the man cut off and started touching my skin. His jaw clenched as soon as his hand touched my neck. “Not until you broke up with Peter.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “W-who are you? H-how did you know—ah!” I screamed when his hand touched my dress. “Please, don't touch me!”

I heard him curse under his breath as he stared at the exposed skin on my neck. His eyes met mine, and I instantly felt a strange connection. But it quickly vanished when he looked away and got off the bed as if he burned in my gaze.

I whimpered and tried to break free from the shackles, but I couldn’t move properly. My ankles were tied on the foot of the bed. Then the man suddenly rose and took pictures of me.

“Please…” I begged. “Please, let me go—”

“I wonder what will your friends say when they find out that you're having an affair with an engaged man?” he asked as he breathed heavily. He sat beside me and leaned closer. His warm breath was scorching hot against my skin. “And, I wonder why you’re sticking on him even though he’s already engaged.”

My lips parted in shock. “W-what? Peter is engaged?”

CHARLIE'S POV.

I STARED at the unconscious woman tied in my hotel bed. She looks like a sleeping beauty, and I am her beast… I don’t understand why my nerves are pulsating while watching this ordinary woman sleep peacefully.

I ditched the carnal thoughts inside my head that were starting to cloud my mind again; I’d been ditching them since I touched this woman. Her intoxicating scent invaded my nostrils when I cornered her and dragged her inside my car. The smell and the softness of her skin spoke to me as if begging for my hands to touch her body. But I know that this is not the right time. She will wake up any minute now, and I have to make sure that the first thing she will see is me.

I slowly sat on the foot of the bed and watched her breathe. I gritted my teeth at the sight of her luscious breasts rising and falling in the rhythm of an imaginary sensual tune.

“So this is the woman Peter is cheating with on Claire,” I said hoarsely, trying my best to ignore the significant smell filling the room when the woman arrived. “Why would Peter sleep with an ordinary woman without even telling his boss, who happened to be his fiancée’s brother?”

Peter was my personal accountant-turned-business partner in Vetiver Empire. We are among those privileged children who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. Because of our family wealth, we were able to achieve financial education at an early age and start our own business. In our early twenties, we are now one of those successful business tycoons and having a wealthy background was just a bonus.

But there was one thing that a calm and reserved billionaire like me could not hold in control—and that was the carnal desire to find my trophy wife as soon as possible. The transfer of the CEO title was approaching, and I couldn’t just waste another meeting with no wife and heir to present to my father.

When the woman moaned, I quickly positioned myself beside her and focused my eyes on her beautiful face.

The woman stirred and met my gaze. I was instantly taken aback by her gaze; the look she was giving me was penetrating as if she could see my soul and what really I am… I swallowed hard when her warm breath fanned my face. Every aspect of this woman was making my inner desire go crazy.

But why? This woman was nothing special. The fact that this vulnerable lady in front of me with hazy brown eyes and porcelain skin was a lowly secretary with no impressive family background was quite enough to question my sanity. I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards a stranger, especially the one that hurt my sister.

“W-who are you? Why am I here?” she asked in a shaky voice.

Her once expressive mesmerizing gaze turned into fear and shock. Still, all I can see is beauty, a beauty that needs a beast.

“I’m glad you’re awake, Elena,” I said hoarsely, trying to control myself not to capture her inviting luscious lips.

Horror was now written on her face while looking at me. Did she see a beast in me?

“Y-You’re the guy in front of our office building,” she said as realization dawned on her. “Why are you doing this? Please, let me go—”

“No, not yet, Elena,” I said, interrupting her soft and sexy voice.

Damn, this woman was full of surprises, I said in my mind and lowered my gaze to her full breasts. It was a nice view from where I am because of her situation. Her hands were stretched and tied to the headboard. While her feet were hooked in a loop on the foot of the bed. The hem of her skimpy dress has started to crumple up, exposing her smooth legs.

“What are you going to do to me? P-Please, don’t kill me—” She flinched when a low growl accidentally escaped my throat. “P-Please, don’t hurt me.”

The shock was apparent in her innocent face, and for a moment, I wondered why she became Peter’s side chick.

“I’m begging you… Please, let me go—”

“Not until you broke up with Peter,” I said and grabbed the strap of her dress. The fear in her eyes did not escape my eyes, but the command it sent to me sent shivers along my spine, stopping me from what I was about to do. I immediately dropped my hands and looked away from her. And, I almost lost control in hiding my intense desire, “fuck.”

“Please, don’t—” She started to cry and tried to strangle free from the ropes tied around her wrists. “Please, let me go!”

The sound of her cry only added to my desire to touch her, lick her, and claim her. I wanted her now. And the thought that this body of wonderland has been caressed by a lower-ranking businessman makes my blood rush through my veins down to my shaft. I felt a strong urge to punish this woman and teach her lessons that she won’t forget all her life.

But instead of touching her, I got off the bed and stood before her. I immediately took snapshots of her and showed her that I took all the screenshots of her conversation with Peter. Seeing her struggle was an arousing and unbearable sight to see.

“Let me go! I'll sue you for kidnapping me!” she shouted angrily, but her voice only made my inner attraction go wild.

I leaned closer to whisper in her ear. I cursed under my breath as soon as my lips touched her earlobe. The warmth of her skin penetrated me and woke up the monster inside. Her cries grew louder when I started to nip her earlobe out of sudden attraction.

“I wonder what will your friends say when they find out about your affair with Peter?" I asked, not taking my eyes off her. My hand ran down her bosom down to the mound between her thighs, I almost cursed when she gasped at my touch. “Fuck, I like your voice…”

“Please, stop this…" she said in between moans as I caressed her hips. "I’m begging you.”

“Now, I wonder why a woman like you chose to stick to an engaged man like Peter,” I whispered and watched her lips part in a gasp and surprise. “I found you…”

“Oh—” She moaned louder and tried to ditch me away but failed. I pressed my finger to her clit and asked her the same question. “Oh, please—” She shut her eyes and threw her head backward. "Oh, fuck, who the hell are y-you?"

I withdrew my finger and caressed her legs. “Tell me, honey, why are you sleeping with my sister’s fiancé?”

She looked at me; the shock was written on her flushed face. “Wh-what? Peter is already engaged?”

“He absolutely is, my dear,” I replied and knotted my forehead with the distinct smell that was starting to summon something inside me. I looked into the eyes of the woman who was about to cry again, “Now that you know, you have to break up with him.”

She didn’t speak. Tears shone in the corner of her eyes. “I-I didn’t know that he’s engaged,” she whispered. “Maybe you’re just trying to ruin our relationship—!”

She gasped once again when I positioned myself over her and let her feel my weight. With my six foot, four inch build, I could completely cover her five foot and five inches frame.

“You will end whatever relationship you have with Peter,” I whispered while staring into her wide eyes.

“Please—” She begged and strangled free. But doing so, her mound touched my already hard cock. “Let me go—”

I buried my face in her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. It was her; I knew it was her.