Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

He gives an order

I DID NOT FUCK JULIAN AGAIN. Let the church say Amen.

Ok, I did.

No, I did not.

I did not.

He stood by my door for some minutes, and we talked about nothing important. After he left, I ran to the bathroom to wash up, and unlike what I had thought, I slept almost immediately I got on the king-sized bed. I was so exhausted. I was still exhausted.

The curtains are closed, but I could tell it’s morning. But I was too tired to get up and open them. The bed was very comfortable. Julian’s guest room is nice. Purple and white themed. It had a living room and a bed at the other end. Also, I had an empty walk-in closet with just my box in it. When the curtains are opened, I will be introduced to a beautiful view of the pool.

I wanted to get up and open them so I knew how to start my day, but…

“Teacher Samantha!” I heard Holland screaming from down the hall. That’s all she can say for now, I guess. Why do children wake up so early?

I picked up my phone from the bedside table and pressed the power button to switch it on. It’s 8:00 am. I usually wake up by 7:00 am. I must have been really tired yesterday, or my brain was protecting me, knowing when I awoke, I would have to think of my actions last night.

You need to get an after pill as soon as possible, Samantha!

Fuck, Samantha! You are really stupid. Your parents will not be proud.

A Brick’s has never had a child out of wedlock before. Do you want to be the first?

I got off the bed and went to the huge vanity mirror across. The mirror was beautiful, square at the top and round at the button, clean and shiny. I should take a mirror selfie here, but… it just looks like girls who go to their boyfriend’s house and take a selfie. My social media friends would think I finally got over my last heartbreak and found myself a new boyfriend.

Julian is not your boyfriend

Not your man

Not anything.

The roots of my hair were getting browner, which meant my blonde dye would soon fade. My hair is dark brown, but I dye it blonde or brown sometimes, depending on my mood. But it doesn’t damage my hair. I pay good attention to my hair, and I use the best products which come highly recommended by my mum none of that social media bullshit. I Inherited my mum’s exquisite hair genes, a blend of curls and fullness, which is truly a blessing. Much like her, I share the mix of a black dad and a white mum (white mum, which is her because, just like her, our Dad’s genes didn’t stand a fighting chance, so we just looked white). My curly hair gracefully cascades down my back, almost reaching my hips. I was wearing a long white nightgown, so if Julian saw me in the morning, he wouldn’t get the idea that I was trying to seduce him last night.

Or you want to look innocent.

The gown pronounces my amber eyes. Every dress I wear does.

Colour has started returning to my skin because we were in autumn in New Everest. I was back to being light-skinned instead of looking pale. My cheeks were fuller, and my eyes were warmer this morning. I noticed that my body was starting to look better. I just prayed it was not my eyes, and it was really changing. Older women say it happens to our bodies when we get to twenty-three. My boobs which have always been small were starting to grow bigger, and my hips were wider. My hips-to-waist ratio, which was 14 before, should be looking to add an inch. I had lean shoulders and a thin waist, so Julian was right. I am sexy.

Sexy like a whore!

He didn’t say beautiful, remember?

He probably only uses that on good women, not women like you…

“Teacher Samantha!” Holland knocked.

Control yourself.

Fuck! I was starting to feel tears gloss my eyes. I rushed to the door and opened it. Holland immediately runs into my arms before I can fully bring myself to pretend I’m happy.

“You didn’t read me a bedtime story.” She said. She’s starting to say even more words now. Julian approached my door, looking sexy in a designer shirt and black jeans.

No sex!

Don’t think of sex.

“Sorry, your dad and I were busy,” I said, kissing Holland’s cheek.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Holland baby, I already told you your Teacher Samantha had to do something for me last night.” Julian had this mischievous smile on his face as he spoke that made me bite my lips.

I looked away from him so I could hide my blush.

I dropped Holland down, already exhausted. Breathing heavily, “So, what will you do today, dear?”

“I have to take her to her grandmother’s house. She will be back in the afternoon.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, not knowing what else to say as I hoped to spend some time with Holland today.

“Holland baby, come to daddy.” Julian took Holland’s hand and smiled at her. She was jumping and was too excited.

“What’s got her so excited?”

“She had sugar, and she’s going to see my ex fiance’s mother. They spoil her.”

I chuckled. “She’s so adorable.”

“Isn’t she?”

He paused and just took me in. I knew in that instant he was remembering last night. I could see it in his eyes

“Get dressed, Samantha. I’ll be back in thirty minutes, and I want to show you around my house.” It was an order.

I had a feeling we would be doing more than looking.

Samantha, control yourself today. Please.