Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

Pills and knives

“Julian, please stop it. I’m not in the mood.” I begged, determined not to be used by anyone-even him. Especially him.

God, I was so fucking horny.

If you want a man to respect you, you must learn to set boundaries, Samantha!

“Oh, common Samantha, I can tell you are soaking wet already,” Julian whispered, trailing kisses from my neck to my chin, and then he kissed me.

I put my hand on his chest to push him away.

“Give me your tongue,” he demanded, trying to dominate the kiss.

I finally found the courage, despite my weak knees, to push him off me. “No! I said I Don’t want to fuck you this morning.”

He looked surprised and angry, but he kept his distance now. I moved back a bit, trying to catch my breath.

Avoid the temptation, Samantha.

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” Julian spat.

“Must there be a reason?” I shot back.

“Because of Aaron, right? But I already told you. You call the shots. You can do whatever you like. What exactly do you want? Tell me.”

“What I like is to not have sex with you,”

He nodded. “Sorry if I pushed you too hard. You just make me so needy.”

You do, too. Why do you think I’m taking all your crap!

“Okay,” I muttered instead.

“Are you ready to go home now?”

His question took me aback.

Of course, you will go home, Samantha. You have to.

Did you think you were going to move in?

I need to go home actually to clear my head.

Yes, you need to.

“Don’t look like that, baby. I’m not sending you away because you refused to have sex with me. Weekends are supposed to be your off days, when you rest and take care of yourself, so I just want you to enjoy it. You’ve already spent Friday and Saturday morning with us. And we deeply appreciate it.”

He is sending you away because you refused to have sex with him. Don’t be fooled by what he’s saying now. Judge a man by his actions not his words.

Don’t object, Samantha. It is for the best.

I was tired and needed to recuperate in a familiar environment. My room would give me comfort, and I could plan better in my room.

I won’t deny I sucked at change-especially change of environment.

“I would drop you off,” Julian added, obviously to soothe me.

“You don’t need to. I can call a cab.”

He took my left hand and enclosed it with both hands, “I insist. I’ll take you home myself. Let me be your designated driver today.”

I smiled and nodded. “But I can’t afford you.” I joked.

“You can, with other ways.”

My heart skipped a beat. I cleared my throat. “Let me get my box.”

“I can help you with it.” Julian offered.

“I can get it myself, thank you.” I placed my hand on his hard chest to stop him from moving. I immediately regretted it because what followed was a flashback of the sex we had last night.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, hurriedly running back to the room. When I got to the room, I leaned on the door and exhaled loudly.

“That was close!”

***

I was opening the door to my apartment when Julian held my hands. He had insisted on climbing up with me, and now I was nervous as to why he did.

It’s not like he cares about you that much. He had proven that with how he speaks to you.

I hope it’s not so he can make another move on me.

I might give in this time.

“I will pick you up by 4:00 pm on Monday. Then you can start your job fully. I will have the contract ready by then, too.”

I whirled around; my lips almost touched his. I didn’t know he was leaning down to inhale my hair. “What shampoo flavor is this?”

“Lilies,” I replied.

“They smell nice,” he said, standing up to his full height.

I cleared my throat. “Tell Holland I’ll be back, and I love her. And that next time, I would read her a bedtime story, and nothing will distract me from it.”

“Are you sure about that?” Julian smirked.

“Yes,” I answered firmly, but inside, I was mush.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“Is that all the message? ” He smirked. “I’ll tell her. What about me, don’t you love me?” He pouted. He came closer, so he was only a few inches away. I could feel his breath on my face. “I’ll miss you too, not just her. You should tell me you miss me too,” He whispered.

I moved back, stumbling on the door in the process. “I will miss you too,” I mumbled, my voice shaking. I swallowed.

He kissed my cheeks and hugged me. “I know. Until Monday, Samantha.”

I saw the look of intense lust in his eyes, and I knew he only controlled himself because he was afraid I would reject him again.

I would have.

Julian walked away without looking back.

I watched as he left feeling all kinds of emotions.

I wanted to stop him. There were just so many questions I wanted to ask, but I doubted he would tell me the truth. I no longer trusted him.

When he drove off, I rushed to the supermarket to get a pill, and I also bought pepper spray and a pocket knife. Something was wrong, and I was going to find out tomorrow.

No one will hurt Holland anymore, no one. Not if I can help it.

I walked to the window to close the curtains, and I saw a shadow. A tall, brooding man looked up, and I immediately ducked, hiding behind the wall. My heart dropped to my stomach.