Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I nodded, thinking he was right, because those days in that basement I think I only slept 20 winks at a time, but a few minutes later it was probably obvious that I wasn’t falling back to sleep right now.

I was laying on him staring off into space and he pulled away and was staring at me. He took my hand in his and pulled it toward him and kissed each knuckle. Then he leaned over a little and took a phone off the nightstand and dialed a number, “Hey. Need breakfast. Can you have her put it outside the door? Tell her to knock when she brings it but no disturbing us. Ask my brother what time the flight is.” He held the phone for a minute and then said, “Right.” Then he hung up.

I went to move away, thinking he was getting up but his grip tightened and he didn’t let me go. He buried his nose into my hair and squeezed and we stayed there for another few minutes just holding one another until a noise outside the door and then a brief knocking on the door startled me. I think I must’ve jumped two feet at the noise.

He got up, walked to the suitcase in his underwear and got into a clean pair of army green colored cargos, and then stepped into the hall. I got up with the duvet wrapped around me and leaned over the suitcase and pulled out some underwear, a bra, a pair of jean shorts, and a t-shirt that had been packed for me. I glanced in the top flap of the suitcase and there was a toiletry bag as well with some of my makeup, hairbrush, deodorant, razor, manicure tool kit, and my own toothbrush. There were two other changes of clothes and two pairs of shoes — a pair of my sneakers and my leather flip flops.

I took an armful of things into the bathroom to get dressed and try to make myself presentable. As I passed the door I saw his guns and knife on the nightstand. He came back in with a big covered breakfast-in-bed type tray. I got dressed, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, and washed my face.

When I came back out he was sitting on the bed tapping away at his phone. I sat down. He wandered into the bathroom and came back out wearing the khaki t-shirt I’d slept in. He looked at me warmly, “Eat something, baby.”

I smiled a little and nodded. I lifted the tray’s lid and there was an assortment of fruit, muffins, pastries, bagels, and butter, cream cheese, and jam. There was also a carafe of coffee, milk, sugar, and a jug of orange juice. My stomach rumbled loudly.

“Coffee?” I asked him.

“Yes please.”

I remembered he took cream, no sugar, due to Rosita’s sugar weaning. Me? I was having 3 sugars today. There were things in life that were far more evil than sugar.

I passed him a cup, my hand trembling a little. I moved the suitcase onto the floor and sat on the wicker chair and looked out the window. We were in a woodsy area so, really, the only thing to look at was the trees.

“I’m putting you on a plane in a few hours with Dare,” he said, not looking up at me, “I’ll be taking care of a few things and then I’ll be home later tonight or maybe early tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I said.

Then he looked up and while I was still looking out the window I could see that he was watching me. He watched me for a long time.

I didn’t look in his eyes because I was afraid of what I’d see. I knew in my gut that he was sticking around for revenge reasons. He cleared his throat, “I need to go downstairs and organize a few things. You okay for a bit?”

I nodded, glancing in his direction and then back at the floor. I felt scrutinized, uncomfortable; there was this intensity coming off him that was making my heart race.

“You’ll eat?”

I nodded again.

He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips and then he leaned down and got into his boots, rolled up his pant leg, and then grabbed the holster and fastened it and put the gun in it. He put the sheathed knife into his combat style boots. The other gun went into the back of his waistband and then he left the room. I felt like I was going to cry again but I didn’t.

I was sort of surprised he’d kissed me like that, maybe feeling like my mouth was an unclean place because of what I’d told him last night. I felt my heart tug at the idea that I was wrong.

Why did he rescue me?

Why didn’t he just leave me here?

And why was the fact that he’d kissed me so touching to me?

Azriel’s POV

Anger didn’t begin to describe what was inside of me pacing and biding time until I could unleash it. Wrath, rage, fury? They might come close if they were each multiplied a hundred thousand times.

Things were in motion that would bring the Castillo cartel to their knees. Juan Carlos Castillo would be torn limb from limb and I would personally piss on the bones of Earl Johnson.

My heart felt coal black right now and if it hadn’t been for the fact that she needed me more last night, I’d have already gone off to take care of it.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.