The Billionaire's Nightmare

4

~Sapphire~

"Saph, look at me. Come on, baby. I'm sorry, I overreacted. You can keep that... thing, and we can move on from this. I love you baby, you know that." Xavier begged, straining against the police officers as he dropped to his knees. "Please baby. I need to know you forgive me before I leave here. I hate when you are upset with me."

I wanted to know how he could be so shameless. One minute talking about killing me and the baby, the next second begging for me to forgive him, as if 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' would always be enough. Was there ever a time that was enough? Did I ever truly think he would change?

Stop Saph, he wasn't worth the turmoil. I was done. He just... didn't believe it.

"I forgive you, Xavier. Go with the police officers, I need some time." My whispering pleas were barely audible to my own ears, though the way everyone's jaw slacked, besides the burly man still shielding me, I knew they had all heard.

"Thank god...." I heard him murmur with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Thank you baby, I will make it up to you. When do we leave?"

"In a week..." The lie rolled right off my tongue. There was no way he was leaving here with me. I took him home, it was time to move on. I had wasted enough of my time catering to him.

"Alright baby. I will give you a week of space. I'll meet you at the airport and everything will be back to normal." He nodded his head, as if to encourage himself before walking away with the police willingly. The officers shook their heads in disappointment.

Finally, taking in my surroundings, I realized there were three sets of men. Hospital security, the county police and personal security. I didn't bring any of my security with me, so they had to be for this... man. He took my pleas to heart, as I realized he was currently rocking my baby sister.

Swoon worthy.

"Thank you for your help." I told the mystery man who caused my heart to beat off rhythm. What was happening to me? Pull it together Sapphire. I turned to the man who guarded me and bowed slightly. "Thank you... for protecting me."

"My pleasure, miss." He bowed back in a fancy manner, one that shocked me to the core. I didn't deserve any of this. Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

The mystery man stood frozen as I sauntered over to him, reaching my hands out for my sister. He seemed reluctant before shaking his head and passing her over.

"Hello my little princess. I hope the big scary wolf didn't scare you too much." As my focus drifted around the room I realized no one but the man previously holding my little sister was inside anymore. "Thank you... again..." I lingered, fishing for a name. I loved calling him my savior, though I was curious if his name was as perfect as he was.

So you could scream it later while pleasuring yourself. My shameless subconscious chimed in, tinting my cheeks pink.

His smirk was as drool worthy as his actions and I couldn't help fantasizing about how his large hand would feel roaming over every inch of my body. My core responded with a heat I hadn't felt for anyone else, and I was starting to wonder if I had gone crazy.

"Adrian... You are little one?" His deep voice ricocheted through my body, making my core tighten with need. He could have me begging him with only his words. This man was trouble.

"Sapphire," I didn't recognize my own rough, seductive tone. This man made me confident with the way his gray eyes seemed to bore into my very soul. As if he owned me with only one look.

As if you would mind this man owning you. Touching you in your most sacred spots, even if only for one night.

Get out of your head, Sapphire. No man would want someone with the drama I held. Now that I was the sole care taker of this baby as well.

"Sapphire," the way my name rolled off his tongue had me gushing like a teenager. Holy s**t, this man was my kryptonite.

My phone began to ring, a Beethoven symphony filling the silence, breaking our intense connection. I shook my head clear before rummaging through my Louis Vuitton handbag. A slight smile etched on my face. John always knew how to call at the right times.

"Hello John. Didn't we only just speak a few hours ago?" I questioned him teasingly, my voice becoming playful despite the seriousness I had just endured. The man before me quirked his eyebrows. Though I couldn't tell if it was in a questioning way or an amused way.

Why did I seem to care what he thought?

"Checking in to make sure your egg donor isn't causing too much trouble." John pulled me from my inappropriate train of thoughts. I didn't need to be thinking about any man right now.

"No trouble. Though, while I have you on the phone, I needed to confirm a few things." I took a deep breath, masking my emotions. No need to start crying.

"Go ahead sweetheart, the pause is only making me worry." John's voice told me how much I had freaked him out. The problem was, if I didn't school my emotions I wasn't sure that I wouldn't start sobbing. That would only make John fly here without another word from me.

"Dad listen," I only called him that word when I needed to keep him calm, and I think he had caught on to that. In all honesty, he was the only dad I knew and saying that endearment always had a calming effect on me. "I will need security rounded up and sent to the trinity hospital to meet me. I also need to leave tomorrow, not Monday. There were... complications. I can't really get into it right now."

"It's done, sweetheart. I'll send them within the hour and I will meet you in London early Sunday morning... Are you alright?" John asked with concern after shooting off out of manager mode.

I sighed deeply, not wanting to lie. I just didn't think he needed to be worried at a time like this. "She died... He's out of the picture because... I deserve better. I think I always knew that. Oh, and hire a nanny. My egg donor left me a surprise as a parting gift, it seems. Though she is... precious."

There was a long pause, making me check the connection. I almost thought our call had been dropped. Adrian looked in shock as well, and I wondered for the briefest moments what could be running through his mind. His expressions always seemed controlled and he spoke very few words. I took my little sister from him, though he seemed like he couldn't leave my room. "She had a baby? She's dead? Holy, mother of all holy. Do you need me to go there? That was a stupid question. I am coming there right now. We will fly to London together. How could she be so... What was she thinking?"

"John breath." I cut off his rambling, as I tried to calm him down. "You can come if you want, though I know you are busy. It's only a day and a half before I will be seeing you in London on Sunday. I will be alright. I promise."

His deep sigh concerned me, making me wonder if it was the right choice to unload all of this news over the phone. "You're right, I still have so much work to do here with the label before meeting you in London. I'll see you on Sunday. If, for any reason, you need me, I'm a call away. No matter what I am doing, I love you."

"Love you dad, see you soon." Before I could change my mind, or start blubbering like a two-year-old and begging him to come help, I hung up. Falling softly into the rocking chair, as my mind began to spiral within its own chaos. Lyrics flew around as new songs tried to merge into their own rhythm. Not many people understood the way my mind worked. It was chaotic at times.

"She isn't yours?" The deep voice broke my internal war as my eyes connected with his gray storms. My heart skipped a beat as a look of concern coated his features.

What was he still doing here?