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.

making myself ready for sleep; a cup of tea, a

“Sorry, Miss Kimberley. He’s already left the building, about five

said he’s busy tomorrow, so he probably needs the case. I could message Ross, the driver, to call by and pick

door buzzes. Ah! He’s realized that

to the door

and a man bursts in. Stepping backwards, Mack Kane slams me against the wall, his hands

attacker is not a large man, but he is still stronger and more powerful than I am. Gasping and 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 has pushed me to

he is yelling. “You think you could do that and get

break loose. He is strangling me, and my vision is beginning to

is screaming. “Bitch!

under me. I have no air,

do you

their hold on my throat, and I collapse to the floor, gagging for breath

I am going

men struggle by the doorway. Suddenly Mack breaks free and dashes

in, and I am shaking, trembling, sucking in huge lungfuls

you. Oh, God. I could have lost

through my tears and shaking. “I’m

You were attacked. He was trying to kill you.” He sits me, on the floor, back against the

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

final words,

together. My Master is normally so self-controlled, so magnificent. To see him like this is upsetting beyond 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 not get away

down. I’m alright. Truly, he hasn’t hurt

heartbeat to slow down, and hoping that

visibly relaxes, but almost engulfs me in his embrace, kissing my forehead, rocking me in a kind of circular motion that suggests he is comforting

the windows, into

wake, in bed, disoriented,

is not