Sleeping with the Forbidden Billionaire

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Madeline POV

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My ankle is hurting very bad.

My mom's heels feels tight on my feet, but I had no other choice.

There was nothing in my closet that could have helped me today.

So, I wore her black dress that flowed down till the floor but had a slit on my left thigh showing my legs as I moved.

I was a little conscious wearing this,

A thought of malfunction was screaming behind my head.

But I tried to ignore it as I focused on my walk.

The makeup on my face, made me look more like my mom.

Older

When I had stepped out of the room after getting ready, Stevie looked at me with those sad eyes.

And it burned inside me.

Like a harsh truth that had laid in front of my eyes.

There were so many questions in my life that has no answers.

At least not in front of me.

And I feel my shoulders heavy.

Especially knowing it all started with me.

I was the reason for my family to break apart.

Now I'm here.

Wanting to fix it, repair.

But I'm just clueless. Like I have been left blindfolded in the dark.

I feel like if I bring my mother back to my sister, I will be done with this life.

At this point of time, I'm not worried about any other equations.

It's just Stevie for me.

And that's the only purpose that has kept me going.

Not to forget the sleepless nights when I just crawl on the bed.

Remembering how things turned so dark.

It's crazy, right, how quickly one night can change your entire life.

And you regret it, each second of the rest of your life.

“We are at table number four”

Vance walks towards me with a drink in his hand.

“Sorry.

No drinks for you.

You are barely legal.

How old are you again?

Nineteen? "

He smiled genuinely, but I looked away!

I didn't want that smile.

A fake one on my face.

And yes, I was nineteen.

My eyes dropped as my phone screen blinked.

“Got the money?”- Todd.

I read the message before closing my phone.

I had to do something.

“I can't wait for the dinner here.

Come on, first, let me get you to meet John.

If he asks where is your dad, Howie.

Tell him there was some family emergency.

Don't tell business, John will not like that.

And also, smile big in front of him.

He would like that”

Vance instructed as he bought his hand around my waist to lead me through, but I moved away from his touch.

“You lead the way.

I'll follow you”

I spoke out, my voice stiff along with my body.

It felt like I was walking out in someone else's body.

But lately, when I look in the mirror, I don't look myself.

So, it didn't matter.

Vance led me to the group of men, who smiled at me as he introduced them to me.

I shook my hands with them, with a smile plastered.

My voice got shaky, I couldn't help it.

It sounded like I was on the verge of crying, but in reality it was just the nervousness in me which was burning in my stomach.

I could feel it.

It was like a pain in my chest and the nerves in my stomach.

A pain in my throat as I swallowed hard.

Making it impossible for me to breathe calm.

I had this reaction, meeting almost very other people these days.

I guess that's what you get after staying away from humans around you with a group of nuns in a shelter.

Anxiety?

“Are you okay?”

Vance questioned.

And I nodded.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Bailey.

I had no idea that Howie had such a beautiful daughter”

John smiled at me.

With an affections voice.

But the word Beautiful made me cringe.

I was anything but that.

“The pleasure is mine, John.

Thank you for having us here.

The party looks great”

I smiled.

Trying to be as convincing as possible.

“Huh, it's still getting started.

Go around, have fun.

I'll meet you at the dinner table”

He smiled, before he walked away.

And I sighed.

Releasing the breath I was holding on to.

My mind was running.

With so many thoughts on how to arrange money.

The sooner, the better.

But in no right way, I could earn at least five hundred dollars overnight.

Unless I get on the road, and strip myself bare.

Which was not going to happen.

Never.

I and men were done.

As my eyes looked around the party, that's when I notice a pink velvet suit.

The person in the picture looks tall.

Broad shoulders!

He had dark black hair, and his ears were pierced. The ring on his ear was shining,

But my eyes caught the heavy bracelet around his wrist, that laid so low that it could be dropped any time down.

As he spoke, something, gesturing to the person in front of him,

His shoulders were relaxed.

And I swallowed at the thought.

If I get that bracelet, it will for sure make an easy thousand dollars to say the least.

Because it looked expensive.

And he looked careless.

I remember my father used to own of those in the past, and he was so careful to wear it.

But the man, looked like he didn't care.

Stealing was wrong.

I knew that

If I get caught in the process.

That's it,

My dad will end me.

Worst, I'll be put behind the bar.

But what if I don't?

This was a time when risk was worth it.

The question made me want to go bold or go home.

This was the only way I could get money.

Out of all odds, it wasn't that bad either

Yet, it was a risk.

For sure.

But…

The next couple of minutes, I kept my focus on that man.

Still, I couldn't see his face.

But I noticed his drinks getting refilled even before he could ask for it.

His back looked sculpted, still he was relaxed.

There was something in the way he moved.

A woman greeted him, and I noticed the curve of his jaw.

It looked sharp.

“I'm going to get another drink

Maybe we can dance together”

Vance grinned, he was drunk already.

I could figure that easily, as he spoke, his words slurred.

And the minute Vance left.

The man, walked with a woman in his arms.

Straight to the dance floor.

I noticed the girl he was with slide her hands down his waist.

But he didn't look effected by her touch.

I rubbed my hands, against my dress.

This was bad.

Yet, I felt a strange confidence in me.

I haven't done this in my life.

Even as a kid.

I was always the good one.

But now?

I was desperate to get things right.

And for that, I had to do something wrong.

Grabbing a drink from the table, I walked straight to the man.

A red head girl, who looked older than me, had wrapped her hands around his neck.

And she was whispering something in his ears.

I smiled at the man who stood next to them.

Unbothered

When he returned the smile, I went In between the two men.

“Want to dance?”

I asked, my voice barely audible.

I was thankful for that because I was shaking.

And he put his hand forward, instantly.

Pretending like in effort to take his hand, I moved back.

My back hitting against the man, and I spilled my drink on the women he had in his arms, who busted out with an angered cry.

But I quickly fell back, his pair of hands came around my waist.

To hold me.

A strong, firm grip.

I could feel his hot breath against my face.

His scent filled my senses.

And I shut my eyes, as I acted like I was blacking out.

Drunk, maybe.

When I was able to hold his hand I squeezed his forearm feeling him, he didn't utter a word, as he pulled me back trying to get me back on my step.

And I slipped the bracelet out of his wrist, in the fraction of a second.

Quickly getting on my step, I held the extra fabric of my dress, as I stood and I shook my head.

I didn't dare to look up.

Mainly because I know my eyes will hold the guilt.

“This so, so embarrassing.

I'm sorry”

I whispered out

And the sorry was an apology to the man from whom I had stolen.

The man who I hadn't looked at.

He didn't utter a word, but for some reason I felt his eyes glaring at mine as I had fixed my eyes closed.

And I left the crowd hurriedly.

Like I was embarrassed.

When I blinked my eyes open, my eyes could imagine his jaw line.

A part of me wondered how he looked.

But that information was not something I needed.

Because…

Just his touch had my body vibrating.

It's like he knew.