The Forbidden Billionaire

Chapter 6

(Liberty's POV)

It had been nearly a week since my father's final demand of me to take the husband he had chosen for me. Yuck, who even did that in the twenty - first century? It caused a shiver of disgust to run through me, an arranged marriage, hidden under a business contract. Not that I have given him another chance to explain himself to me, as I have been avoiding them all. Could you really blame me though?

I was currently pacing around my room, trying to come up with a way to escape meeting the man I was becoming a prisoner too. Was that dramatic? Then so be it.

The trauma that was stirred up within me from my father's simple demand was terrifying. Unwelcoming flashbacks came in like thunder, trying to shake my very existence down to the core. Why couldn't I just move past what that bastard had done to me? It has been two years? Would I never truly be one hundred percent again? Can you imagine these creeping up everytime I see this mystery man's face? Would this be my new normal? Would I never be safe, even in my own home?

Forest green eyes pop into my mind, calming me down before the anxiety attack can take over. My mind seemed to drift to Caspian more times than not. If anyone could actually hear my thoughts, they would say I was obsessed. I was beginning to think I had actually lost it. Between my trauma and obsession, it wasn't healthy. Why did my body crave to be back in his presence? Feeling his hands on my body, taking all of my worries and fears away. My fingers itched to have his chestnut hair wrapped between my fingers, as his lips crashed against mine. Would he be soft and gentle or rough and dominant? Which one would I rather he be?

My core clenched with need, a fire burning through me like I had never experienced before. Oh God, how did everyone's touch repulse me, but then I craved a complete stranger. The thought of him touching me, excited my mind and body. What was wrong with me?

A gentle knock pulled me out of my thoughts. I was never more thankful to be disturbed than I am right now. I feared it was my mother again, or worse... What could be worse, you ask? My father. It was already eight in the morning, they only gave me until nine. I feared what father resorted to when I chose not to come. Would it be black mail?

"I am not going to allow you to sit there and mop. Get your ass up, we are going to get our make up done, hair done and dress like the stars of the parties. Do you here me? I won't let you blow this chance and I know that you want this as mush as I am forcing you right now." The shrill voice echoed through the door, entering into my sanctuary without permission, was she wrong though? That was not my mother. What was Alana doing here?

"Go away Alana. I am not going to the party and I don't want to see anyone, that includes you." I stated in annoyance, ignoring her pleading voice. I wanted to let her in and give in but I decided to resist as much as I could. She was a weakness I hated myself for. I was glad she wasn't dragging me to my Father and surprised.

"To bad, we are going even if I have to drag your ass

and I have to dress you myself." Alana said with determination as she tumbled through my window. How did she get from outside my door to my window.

"Alana, what have I told you about jumping in without permission first? Ask before proceeding to enter, it's rude." I sighed, but you could tell there was no real conviction behind my words.

"I am giving you ten minutes to shower before I drag you out in public looking like... that." She said with disgust. I knew I smelt as I hadn't moved since I locked myself in here, nor had I even bothered to shower. With no energy to argue, I chose to get up and quickly shower. The scolding hot shower, was more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Who would have thought burnt skin would distract my mind from all my problems.

If only I could have stayed hidden away in here like I wished the world would allow. My dreams were

shattered as Alana's voice broke my serenity. I sighed in defeat before hoping out of my only sanctuary, knowing I was about to willingly step foot into the lions den. You might all be thinking I was being dramatic right now, but I just could see what my father was willing to pull in public as soon as I choose to leave the sanctuary of my room.

"Stop looking like your pet cat just died, you haven't even met the man or talked to your dad recently. Plus, your mom assured me they were in the den speaking about a bussiness deal that has been talk of the country. Your father and your soon to be husband have flights booked at noon as well so they won't be at the party. We are in the clear. No way he will pull one over you there so let's go see your prince charming. Let yourself enjoy one night without worry." Alana said with conviction and reassurance. She was right, I couldn't always live my life in fear. Where would that get me?

"You're right, let's go." I told her with determination as I stomped my way out of my room, knowing she

would follow. I wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in my way of stopping me from seeing Caspain. For once I found a man who didn't make me cringe at his touch, who didn't make repel from his advances, who I didn't try to scurry out of his conversations because I generally found him interesting. I could pass up a chance at finding out if I truly felt this way or if it was a short fluke.

I truly hoped it wasn't a fluke.

"I am happy to see Alana got you out of your room finally sweet heart. Where are you two off too?" Mother joked from the living room. Seems I wasn't escaping unnotice like I hoped. Why wasn't she trying to make me go in with father and my soon to be husband. She knew father wanted me there immediately. I glanced at Alana making sure she didn't set this whole thing up, I wouldn't put it past her. She glanced around, showing three escape routes we could make a break for it, something we used to do as kids. I chucked to myself, squaring my shoulders before heading towards my mother.

"We are going out mother, but I am sure you already knew that." I told her with certainty, no doubt within my tone. Alana mentioned my mother assuring her father wouldn't be there tonight, meaning she knew exactly where we were going.

Before mother could say anything in response, in walked my father and straight towards me. father's Fingers wrapped around my bicep as he began to drag me away from the room. My father had never man handled me before, especially after that dreadfully night. How could he?

"CHAD?!?!" Mother exclaimed in shock, not beliving her eyes. I couldn't blame her, father was the emotionless one, but the calm one. Never the one to make rash decisions. I guess I finally broke him.

"That man may have done things to me without my consent and taken my free will away. I may never be

fully over the trauma he caused but he was a stranger father. You are the man I trust and lookup to, what you did today was worse than you could possibly understand. How could you daddy?" I asked in straight horror, the fear of herer trusting anyone creeping over me as my body shook with the flashbacks I couldn't stand the sight of anymore.

I was sick of the wounds hiding behind every shadow as they waited to take their strikes at me once again. Between the shaking and the sobs,F wrapped a shaw around my face and walked, out the door. Praying the clicking of shoes behind me was only Alana. I didn't want to deal with anyone right now but at least my best friend would help me forget what had just happened.

That was exactly what I needed.