The Billionaire...?

After Andrew left, I grabbed my books and tried to find the kitchen. I somehow manage to do some work or study in kitchens. Weird, I know. I think I spent about 15 minutes to find it. The house is really huge! I put my books down and walked outside. There was a pool, a garage and then I saw some kind of a grill or something like that. Then inside, there was a big hallway. On the right I saw a gym. Basically. A little bathroom was attached to it too.

On the left was the kitchen that I looked for earlier. And it had a door which led outside. And in the hallway, there was a TV and a big sofa. Along with a few bookcases. Upstairs was another hallway, but a door was right across the staircase. Inside was a big office. And a pretty good computer was there. And then there were many rooms. Probably he had at least two guest rooms. And each of them had its own bathroom.

I heard the doorbell and walked downstairs, opened the door and saw a woman in her late thirties. “Um, hello. Can I help you?” I asked with a smile. “I’m Erin, the housekeeper. Mr. Biersack probably told you I was coming, right?”

“Yes, yes! Come in, I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you,” I smile. She yelled something as she turned her head to her left and soon entered with a smile. I was about to close the door until a foot stopped me. I opened it in shock and then saw a guy, I’d say he’s 21. “Um, sorry, come in,” I say nicely. “Jordan, next time don’t waste your time watching the cars, you’ll once again stay outside!” Erin shouted from the kitchen.

“Sorry, that was awkward. I’m Jordan, Erin’s son. I think I’ve seen you at school. You’re Mr. Dawson’s favorite student, right?” he puts it his hand for me to shake it and I nod. “Yeah, that’s me. Alison. I think I’ve seen you too!”

He was about to say something else until his mom called for him to help her. I went to get my books and then walked to the pool behind the house. I sat down on the chair and started reading Romeo and Juliet all over again.

I didn’t pay much attention to what I was doing. Which probably caused me to lose track of the time. My phone beeped, letting me know I got a new text.

Heeeeeeeey! I’m done with work, your hubby let me go earlier. Can I come over?-Juliet

I smile as I read and text her the address back. Andrew won’t mind. Or he will… who the hell cares. I live here too.

“Hey, I finally escaped my mom. What’re you doing?” I hear Jordan ask as he walks in the kitchen. “Oh, hey. I’m reading this Romeo and Juliet thing. It’s for school,” I smiled and continued reading. Right now, I was in the chapter where the ball is held.

Jordan sat down next to me and to be honest, I felt awkward and a bit scared. “I was thinking…” he says in a low voice. “Why don’t we go upstairs and… do it? I know you want me,” he whispered in my ear as his fingers traced up on my arm. I felt frightened and I flinched away at his touch. “N-No. Leave me alone,” I say and get up with the book in my hands, but he caught my wrist. I dropped my Romeo and Juliet and looked at him with fright.

“W-What do you want?” I stutter. I tried getting my wrist away from his grasp but it only tightened. Because of my motherly instinct, I put my free hand on my stomach protectively. “Please leave me alone!” this time I raised my voice. Jordan’s hand covered my mouth and he trapped me between him and the wall.

Andrew, where are you right now!

I could see Jordan’s smirk and lust in his eyes, this was horrible. This was so horrible. His hand let go of my wrist and started tracing lines through my body. From my neck through my breasts and when it got to the stomach, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Jordan’s eyes were mad, beyond mad. He pressed his hand to my mouth even more that it began to hurt. I heard fast footsteps and here was Andrew. Looking furious than ever. “Let go of her you monster!” he yelled and pulled Jordan away from me. I was breathing hard as Jordan smirked again and left the room while cleaning the blood of his face. Andrew turned around to face me and his expression went soft once he took me in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asked and hugged me tight. I hugged back tighter and held back the tears. His hand went through my hair to soothe me and his lips pressed against my forehead. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. How can I make it up to you?”

I look up to his eyes and say, “Just stay here… don’t leave me.” Maybe it was my fright and terror that made me ask him to stay, I was too scared to be alone. “A-Andrew?” I look up to meet his eyes. “Can you meet my parents?” I whispered quietly. “Sure, I’ll go get changed.”

Before he could go, I grabbed his arm and shook my head. “No. You look fine. It’s not like they can see you,” I whisper the last part. We walk towards the garage, hand in hand. There were three cars, the black SUV, a Lamborghini and a Ferrari. We took my favorite SUV.

He asked for directions and I told him the way to the graveyard. Andrew seemed confused when he saw our destination. “Come on, you don’t want them waiting for long,” I say as I get out, him staring through the windshield. “Why are we here?” he asks.

“Because my parents are here.”

I think he still didn’t get the point. So I guided him to their grave. He seemed shocked at first but he looked at me and I smiled weakly. “Hi guys. This is Andrew. The guy I talked to you about,” I say. “Andrew, here’s my whole family. Mom, dad, my brother Mason and my little sister Amber.”

“How is your family… dead?” he states quietly and puts his arm around my waist. “They were murdered by an old high school teacher. That story is for another time. I just wanted you to meet my parents. That’s all,” I smile.

He pulls me into a hug and kisses my nose to make me giggle softly. “Don’t worry, that guy will never come near you or our baby. Ever. I promise you.”

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