He Is Mine

Chapter 6

Anger floods through me. Where on earth did he find it? If he touched my bag I'm so punching him.

"Where did you get that from?" I ask quietly and he c***s his head.

"Was it supposed to be a secret?"

I think for a while. Why is he acting like I owe him an explanation? Oh hell, I'm not giving him a damn excuse.

"With all due respect sir, I think this is none of your business."

I take an involuntary step backwards when he lifts a damning eyebrow.

"Is that so?" He sounds almost amused.

"Yeah."

"Is the kit even yours?" He asks again.

"Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"Where you found it."

"Where did you keep yours?."

Oh, the audacity.

I stay quiet then pretend to be surprised when he frowns.

"I believe I asked a question."

"Oh, so I was actually supposed to answer that?" I ask a bit sarcastically. Who the hell does he think he is?

He stands up then leans nonchalantly on his desk.

He is in a grey suit and the coat is draped at the back of his chair.The shirt is a perfect fit and his muscles are outlined in that way that makes my legs shake.

"Are you done checking me out?" He asks rudely and I gasp.

"I wasn't...."

"Drop it. I think you should have an idea of who I am and why you are here."

It's my turn to lift an assessing eyebrow.

"So because you have more money than you can count you have the right to kidnap me, go through my bag and act like I'm on your payroll or something?"

He shakes his head.

"I'm not talking about that so stop being delusional."

I snort loudly. "Delusional you say. You haven't seen the delusional me yet."

He actually smirks at me and I want to slap that crooked grin out of his face so bad. Maybe I could just drive my fist in his jaw or kick him in the groin...

"So there's more? I'm so scared right now."

The sarcasm rolling off his tone makes me grit my teeth angrily.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." I say rather maliciously and his gaze grows serious.

"So tell me my witty delusional friend; are you pregnant or not?"

"We're not friends." I almost spit the words at him.

"My bad! Forgive my manners. What are we?"

"f*****g strangers." I scream angrily. His calm tone is driving me crazy.

The side of his mouth lifts in a wicked grin.

"You can say that again."

"What's so funny?"

Jeez, he's so annoying.

He shrugs. "Nothing really. I just thought you defined us aptly."

I take a step towards him.

"First, there's no us. There's you then there's me."

He lifts that stupid eyebrow.

"Oh."

Is that all he has to say?

"Second, we are strangers. f*****g strangers."

He holds his hand up, palm outwards and I guess that's my cue to shut up.

"Stop insisting on the f*****g thing. I already got it." He says and I frown.

What is wrong with him?

"I want to go home if you're done with your k********g game." I say and he looks at me intently for a moment.

"I like blue on you. It suits you."

Uh oh. What are we talking about again?

"That's not what we're talking about." I say while shaking my head.

"Accept the compliment and move on. We don't have all day; and just so you know, I'm very mean with dishing compliments."

I wring my nose.

"I don't remember asking for them either way. In fact, I'd be more grateful if you just kept them to yourself."

"Oh really? I should remember not to compliment you in future."

Damn right! I say in my mind but I ignore his statement.

Like we have a future.

Someone knocks on the door and Seth says a bored 'come in." Anna appears, looking more timid than ever.

"The table is set Mr Jordan."

Seth gives her a small nod and she scurries out of the room. He stands up then starts walking to the door after giving me a brief glance.

"Are you hungry? I sure am." He calls over his shoulder as he opens the door and walks out.

I'm torn in between following him and throwing something against the wall. I go for the former; I'm very hungry.

I have to literally run to catch up with him and he smirks when I finally walk beside him.

We walk quietly to the dining area and he pulls a seat for himself at the end of the table. I take the chair which is farthest from his, but that means I'm now facing him.

I make a point to avoid eye contact. That would be freaky and totally awkward.

Anna walks in and stands meekly awaiting instructions. This bothers me. She has to babysit grown ass adults and it's just wrong.

I know she has to make a living and Mr billionaire ass probably pays her well but still...

"What would you like Mr Jordan?"

"Serve her first." Seth replies while busy on the phone.

"Ma'am?"

"I told you to call me Mia. Please?" I ask, trying to sound friendly and she casts Seth a worried look.

He narrows his eyes at me.

"No names."

"Why? You already know my name any way."

He hits the table with his fist.

"Shut up for once. I'm trying to get something done." He turns to address Anna. "If she doesn't make a choice, just fill her plate with an assortment of everything."

He turns his attention back to his phone and I bite my lip to keep my curses at bay.

"Ma'am?"

Anna's voice brings me back to earth.

"A pancake, an apple and coffee latte." I say while sulking.

She nods and I make the mistake of glancing at billionaire ass. He's looking at me with a c****d brow.

"That's all you're having?"

What's his problem.

"Yes." I reply simply. I don't want to engage him.

"You're pregnant."

"And?"

"You should eat."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You should still eat."

His jaw is twitching. Jeez, he's angry.

He narrows his eyes when I remain silent.

"Anna, give us a minute." His eyes are fixed on me and Anna makes a quick exit.

"What exactly is your problem?" He asks as soon as the door is closed.

"Really? I've been asking myself the same thing. What is your problem?"

He shakes his head. "Again, are you sure you don't know who I am?"

Christ, I want to smash the cup of my favourite coffee on his head.

"Do you really have to rub it on my face? You are a billionaire, so what? Should I be calling you sir?"

He leans foward on the table.

"Mia, this is not about that. Maybe you need a memory booster."

I lean on my chair.

"Bring it on."

"How many casual hookups do you have?"

This guy is something else. Jerk doesn't competely define him.

"What time span are we talking about here? A year, a month, a day?" I ask arrogantly and he lifts an eyebrow.

"A day? Really Mia?"

"I'm trying to make this easy for myself." I reply rather smugly. I'm proud when I manage to tick him off.

"Okay. Let's say in a span of three months?"

I try to recall. I've only had s*x once in the last three months. That night with the stranger. I've been too busy building my career to get time for such.

I shrug.

"Quite a few."

He sighs.

"You're not on the pill, are you?"

I frown. This is getting personal.

"Should I be?"

"Have you ever used femiplan?"

"No, why are you asking?"

"You don't just go around having casual s*x with strangers without protection, do you?"

Okay,I'm done. I push my chair back and stand up.

"We're done here." I state before I turn on my heel and walk to the door.

"Wait." His voice stops me but I don't even bother to turn around.

"What do you want?"

He pauses for a moment. "You don't remember me?"

"Should I?"

"Maybe. We had a one night thing in that club I took you from last night about three months ago. Second floor, room 118..you were tipsy...."