Taken By The Arrogant Billionaire

Dylan took off his jacket as he entered the room, after Sandy.

She felt nauseous, returning to the room, where this gentle-looking man acted like a beast, almost tearing her into pieces.

“I’ll take the couch” Sandy said.

“No. You should take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch”

Without waiting for her to refuse, he sat, taking off his shoes and socks and laid down, his eyes, closed.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sandy pursed her lips. The couch looked too small for him. She felt bad. He was the one paying for the room, after all.

She laid down on the bed, lost in her world of thoughts before she fell asleep, but not before calling Layla and informing her that she was not returning that night.

Dylan opened his eyes as soon as he felt her breathing become even.

He stood up and went to the balcony, overlooking the city.

He was not scared of the Old man, but he felt like marrying her was the right thing to do. She was carrying his child, so he couldn’t marry someone else. He had his integrity intact.

But why did he feel like he was lying to himself? That this wasn’t the reason.

He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.

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Sandy woke up first and instinctively, she looked towards the couch. He was asleep, curled up in an awkward position. He definitely felt uncomfortable.

She walked towards the bathroom, brushed her teeth. Thankfully, the hospital had everything.

She had just finished when Dylan knocked and came in when she told him to.

He extended a paper bag to her. He looked embarrassed.

“What is this? She asked, accepting it. She looked through it and realized they were clothes. There was even a bra and a panty!

Her cheeks burned red.

“How…. how did you get this?”

“One of the workers got it for me”

‘How the hell did he know my size?’ She didn’t dare to say that out.

“Thank you” she shut the door, stared at the clothes and made her decision.

They checked out of the hotel and walked towards the car.

“Mr Smith” she called out. He stopped.

“Please don’t call me that. Dylan is fine”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Mr….. sorry, Dylan”

“What do you want to say?”

“I have made my decision”

Dylan faced her squarely, waiting for her verdict. He knew if she refused, he could not force her.

‘Sandy, you can do this. You made the right decision’ she encouraged herself.

“I thought long and hard about it and decided…. to will marry you” she responded finally. She never imagined this was how she was going to accept a marriage proposal.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the ground and the world around her turned. She shut her eyes as he put her down, staggering a bit.

They were both left surprised. Dylan could not believe he actually did that. What was wrong with him.

He cleared his throat.

“Thank you, Miss Cornell”

“Call me Sandy”

He nodded obediently.

The ride to the hospital was awkward.

Sandy looked outside the window on her side, and Dylan did the same.

They entered the hospital’s elevator and got out when they reached the floor.

When they were about fifteen deets away from the ward, Dylan stopped her.

“Are you going to tell your parents about it?”

Sandy sighed and shook her head. They need to heal first, then I’ll tell them about the marriage and….. the baby”

Dylan nodded.

“Are we leaving today?”

Sandy knew he had work to attend to, do she nodded. She was his fiancée now anyway.

“I’ll have my men take care of them” She nodded again and they both entered the room.

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Valerie woke up late as again. She bolted out of the house, practically half dressed.

Her hair looked messy. Her shoes were in her hand, she didn’t even have the time to apply make up.

She made her hair into something presentable and wore her shoes in the taxi.

She ran to the office, a cup of coffee in her right hand, her bag on the left.

She knocked on his door and received no response. She opened it and saw that the office was empty. She breathed a sigh of relief. She dropped the coffee on the table and was about to leave when she heard a faint sound. Like someone was knocking against something.

She ignored it, ready to leave, when she heard something again. This time, it was a voice.

Was there a thief in the office? But was that even possible. She searched for a weapon and found a pen on the table.

She raised it a walked towards the door she hadn’t seen the before. Maybe because it blended with the colour of the office.

It was definitely coming from behind that door. She raised her weapon even higher, as her hand touched the knob, ready to attack.

She yanked the door open as her eyes searched the room for the intruder.

Her eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw who it was.

“Pr…. President Smith?”

She tried to clamp her eyes shut, but it was already too late. She had already seen it and the view was tempting.

What the hell! He was fucking half naked. A towel was hanging loosely on him, looking like it could fall off at anytime.

His abs were in full display.

Damn. So hot.

She soon recovered from her shock.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” she said bowing, as she closed the door.

Jared stood rooted to where he was. He hadn’t bothered to lock the door because he knew no one cared to enter. But this woman…. he sighed. But she looked cute anyway. He shook his head and wore his clothes.

He had stayed up all night at the office because he had concurrent meetings and, above that, he hated to see Jane.

He slept in the private lounge in his office to start work the next day, only for this to happen.

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How…how was he at the office at this time? Yes, she woke up late, but still managed to arrive at the usual time, so how come?

She distractedly stood before the clean, silent lavatory, not exactly washing her hands as the water continued to run.

She looked up and checked her reflection in the mirror. Her cheek herd two bright hues of flustered blood.

She shook her head vigorously.

“No no no. This isn’t right. Get your acts together, Valerie. You got this” she patted herself on the cheek.

She left when the patches on her cheek had subsided.

The moment she arrived, Kathy informed her that the telephone had been ringing nonstop and the boss wanted to see her ASAP.

She knocked and entered his office. He was speaking to someone on the phone when she entered, so she stood still, waiting for him to finish.

Memories of what she had seen earlier came rushing back. She mustered all her willpower to stop her face from getting hot all over again.

“She agreed?” Jared asked. “When are you going to see the Old man? I don’t know if I’ll be there, but good luck” he made a sound of approval and dropped the phone on his table.

Her heart hit her rib cage in fear as he looked up at her. Definitely, he wasn’t going to dismiss her, right?

His face was unsmiling. Not that he usually smiled, but this time, she read meaning into his serious expression.