Stuck With The Billionaire

Eat him

Cara McKay

I can't believe he had walked in on me feeling myself. How much had he seen? How much did he hear? Arrrrrgh!

I felt like pushing a knife through the asshole in front of me. He was enjoying taunting me with his stupid wide grin. Twice he had stopped halfway and cast a grin my way then he had continued leading the way without saying a word. Annoying piece of s**t!

The jungle wasn't as bad as I thought initially and so far we had not encountered any deadly predators; yet. We hadn't been ambushed by a native tribe of man-eaters; yet. So far so good it was going smoothly. We had even found a cleared path that was sure to lead us somewhere. I just prayed it wasn't into the belly of man or beast.

He stopped quickly as if he had come in contact with an invisible wall. Fear gripped my toes as I stiffened going fully alert. He sniffed the air. Weird. He turned and sniffed some more in my direction.

"Why do you smell like Tony?" he asked, still sniffing some more.

"Who now?" I asked puzzled. I didn't understand a word he had just said. I'm not sure I'll ever understand even if he explained himself.

"Tony. Tony Finnegan. His scent is strong on you." He looked at me, raising a brow. "You didn't eat him did you?"

That was when it hit me. The cargo pants. Obviously, he knew the owner. I wondered if he also knew his buddy Tony kept a dolly. I smiled wickedly to myself, gesturing for him to keep walking.

His short blonde hair was a mess. Maybe even worse than mine yet somehow it only made him look more handsome. Dangerously handsome. The dimples on his face were deep enough to catch bug mid-air. Even without the chiseled chin and delicate mouth he'd still look handsome. What was I thinking?!

Immediately, I expelled the thought from my mind. I'm supposed to hate this walking, talking, breathing douchebag not secretly admire his good looks and amazing smile. I let my mind dwell on all the reasons I hated him.

He had managed to make my History class unbearable. I would have dropped it if I could but I needed it if I was going to have any shot at becoming a world-renowned archeologist. That wasn't the only reason for my hatred. Let's back up a little. We had gone to the same high school together. He had always been a rich popular jerk. I was always one of the victims of his countless pranks. He had forgotten but I couldn't. I remember everything and I had been carefully plotting my revenge. That was one of the reasons I had agreed to follow Donna after her insistent pleading. When she said the name Zayn Dawson, I knew what needed to be done. My plan had been to dose his cake with laxative pills and watch as he s**t himself stupid. Him and his crew. That was something worth getting on camera.

Suddenly it hit me. With the destruction of my initial plan came the birth of a new more sinister plan. A smile touched my lips and turned my eyes dark.

"So any reason why you hate me so much?" he asked casually, paying more attention to the task ahead of us.

"Well, now that I think about it maybe I just don't like your stupid face," I fired back casually too.

He smiled to himself at my response but I saw it. The cocky bastard.

From the Caribbean shirt he wore I could see glimpses of his ripped muscles. Subtle but tight. Instinctively I switched my attention to the grassy path. Don't want to step on a bear trap or a landmine. My eyes leveled, his biceps bulged carelessly as he walked. I resumed my lookout for landmines I knew weren't there.

I had no idea he had stopped walking till I bumped into him heavily, almost snapping my neck. He was solid.

"Is this your attempt at killing me?!" I yelled voicelessly. He had managed to knock the air out of my lungs. I felt like I had just been hit by a wrecking ball. His shadow swallowed me whole, making me feel tiny. I stood tall letting my massive breasts expand to their full size. He stepped back two paces, intimidated.

"Yo. . . chill. I'm sorry." He looked like he was sorry. He better be. "I just need to rest," he added.

"Rest? What about the rain coming?" I asked, concerned. Getting wet wasn't something I was looking forward to.

He laughed hard, grabbing at his side. I just stared stupidly at the fool. When he was done, he gave my shoulder a slight tap saying, "It's not gonna rain. You need to relax more. Chill, Books."

My face turned a bright red. I was so close to him and busting his nose felt like the right thing to do at the moment but I relaxed instead. I won't let him make me ruin this new plan.

"Okay, boss," I forced myself to reply after a while trying to gain control. We found a spot in the jungle where we camped with big leaves and twigs. It felt comfortable enough. I was sharpening my plan when sleep kissed my temple.