Bought By The Billionaire

Later, showered, clean and comfortable, we lie together on my bed, drinking wine, discussing everything and nothing in the candlelight.

“Master, there’s something I think I need to tell you about.”

Cocking an eyebrow at me, “Oh? What?”.

“You know Mack Kane?”

“What about him? He lost his job when you spotted that he’d been defrauding the company.”

“Yes, but, I’ve seen him a few times since then. I think he’s following me.”

My Master looks appalled. “What! When was this?”

“Usually when I’m coming home from the office. I keep seeing him and I wonder if he’s trying to find out where I live now. The first time I thought it was just a coincidence, but it’s kept happening. I think I’ve managed to lose him in the crowds each time but….”

He holds up a warding hand. “Say no more Elizabeth. I’ll get right onto it. I think a prohibition order is needed. I have friends with the police. We’ll get it fast-tracked for you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’m sorry, Elizabeth. You don’t deserve this.”

“It’s alright, Master. It’s not your fault. I didn’t want to bother you with it but….”

He jabs a finger at me. “This is the kind of thing you do bother me with Elizabeth. If anything else happens, you tell me right away. I mean that. You call me immediately. You have my mobile number, and I’ll tell Francis to make sure that if you call the office, it comes straight through to me if you say it’s important.”

“Alright. I’ll do that.”

He stretches and yawns. “I’m sorry Elizabeth, but I have to go. I have a lot on tomorrow and the following day, so it could be the end of the week before I see you again. But don’t worry about things. I’ll contact the police tomorrow morning. And you keep in touch if you need to. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything were to happen to you. Okay?”

I nod. “Good night, Elizabeth.” And he kisses me, softly, on the lips, his hand caressing my hair.

for sleep; a cup of tea, a book, soft

He’s already left the building, about five minutes

this late hour? He said he’s busy tomorrow, so he probably needs the case. I could message

a text when the door buzzes. Ah! He’s realized that he left

and go to

the door crashes open in my face and a man bursts in. Stepping backwards, Mack Kane slams me against the wall,

choking, I cannot fight him off. I am trying, with both hands, to break his grip on my neck, but the momentum of his charge through the door

could do that and get away with it?

my vision is beginning to blur. I cannot breathe. The hot

screaming.

I have no air, and

Hell do you think you’re

from me, his hands releasing their hold on my

think I am

on the floor, chest heaving, the two men struggle by the doorway. Suddenly Mack breaks free and dashes out of the door. Through blurry vision I see my Master

knees, coughing and crying, tears streaming down my face. Now the adrenaline has had time to kick in, and I am shaking, trembling, sucking in

left you. Oh, God. I could

out some words through my tears and shaking. “I’m

to kill you.” He sits me, on

to the intercom, dialling the contact for the concierge. “Yes, an ambulance. And the Police. Right now. And close up the

final words,

words. I must calm myself, and so calm him. I have not been seriously hurt, only shaken, and Mack will soon be arrested and locked up. My Master knows people and Mack will

alright. Truly, he hasn’t hurt

my hammering heartbeat to slow down, and hoping that my

forehead, rocking me in a kind of circular motion that suggests he is comforting himself as much

wail of sirens and blue light flashes up through the windows, into the room. It feels weird, unearthly, and I

bed, disoriented,

is not my