My Dad's Billionaire Best Friend

No Choice

I hear pounding. I am having a good sleep right now, but the pounding doesn't stop. I groan as the light shines through my white curtain. I pull the sheet over my head. I want to go back to sleep, where there is no Mark, and no hurt. Why didn't I park my car in the garage? Clearly this person outside can see my car. I sigh as I get up from bed. I check my phone. s**t. 53 missed calls from Mark and 46 texts, all from Mark. I forgot to take my phone off silent last night. I hurry down the stairs and I open the door.

Mark is standing there, looking relieved and then anger takes over " Mark, what are you doing here?" I ask. He looks down at what I'm wearing, his jaw clenches "Why the hell do you wear that? And why the f**k haven't you answered my calls or texted me back?" he hisses at me while he walks into the house.

"Excuse me?" I ask with so much disbelief. He runs his hand through his hair. He looks at me.

"You heard me". He looks like a man on fire right now. I close the door and I face him again.

"My phone was on silent, I only looked at my phone this morning and-"

"Were you drinking again?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"What? No. I was at the movies with Sam, and I came home. I worked on my business". I defend myself. I don't know what has gotten into Mark.

"I expect you to let me know when you are safe at home. You had me worried the whole night about you" he sighs. "Your business won't happen. You got no idea what you do to me when you wear that", he nods to my clothes. I sigh. "Get dressed, you are coming back to Sternpoint" he says .

"No, I'm not. I'm done with Sternpoint and I'm done with you using me for your business". I hiss back at him, he walks up the stairs. "Mark, where are you going?!" I call out as I follow after him. He goes into my bedroom, and straight to my closet. "Mark, what are you doing?" I ask needing a damn answer, but he doesn't say anything. He walks towards me with a black dress in his hand and black heels, he puts it on my bed.

"Get dressed" he demands, his jaw clenching.

"Why? I'm not going anywhere with you" I hiss.

"Yes, you are, or should I dress you again?" he asks, and he starts to lift up the bottom of my t-shirt and his fingers brush against my skin, I gasp, but I don't allow him to go any further.

"Mark" I demand and he pauses, his eyes burning into me.

*****Flashback to twelve years old*****

I'm in the bathroom but all I see is blood. I wipe myself, but it just keeps coming. Dad is away on business and Uncle Mark is here to look after me. I start to freak out. Tears start to run down my cheeks, my stomach hurts. I feel sick, and nauseous too. I pull up my jeans and flush the toilet. Immediately I rush out of the bathroom.

"Mark!! " I shout and sob at the same time. I didn't have time to say uncle. "Mark!!!" I call out again. As I put pressure on my stomach, especially with calling out, I feel more blood flowing out. Mark ran up the stairs.

He looks concerned "What is wrong?" he asks as he catches his breath.

" I'm bleeding and it won't stop" he looks down at my jeans and his eyes widen "Am I dying?" I sob. He rushes to my side and lifts me up in his arms. He hurries down the stairs and puts me inside of the car. He locks up everything while I continue to sob, and then he gets inside behind the wheel. "My stomach hurts" I wrap my arms around my stomach.

"Everything will be okay" he says, but he doesn't sound so convincing to me.

"I guess I will go to heaven and be with my mother at last" I say through tears.

"Don't say things like that" he says, and he focuses on the road. We get to the hospital and he carries me.

The doctor checks everything and asks questions. Mark was standing on one side as my guardian. He looks really worried and so am I. "Am I dying?" I ask the doctor more calmly than I had with Mark.

The doctor chuckles "No, you just got your period."

"f**k" I hear Mark mutter under his breath and runs his hand through his hair, he looks relieved.

"So I'm okay?" I ask.

"Yes, here are painkillers for your stomach cramps, and here are sanitary towels" the doctor says.

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I immediately snapped out of my thoughts "Gray?" I look at Mark, who seems concerned. "Are you okay?" he asks.

'Yes, I just remembered something, Mark, I'm not going back to Sternpoint" I say.

"In that case, if you don't get dressed then you can say goodbye to Sternpoint, and you won't have to see me ever again," his jaw clenches. "Is that what you really want? Because last time I checked you wanted me" he says.

"Maybe it's for the best. You want me for work purposes not for me, remember?" I remind him. He moves away from me, running a hand through his hair.

"I want you for you, Gray. You make me feel things that I haven't felt before. I'm not used to telling people my feelings. Since I saw you walk into my office for the first time, that is when I wanted you. I'm trying and if you don't want to come back to work for me too, then I won't bother you at all" he says, and he walks out, leaving me behind, processing what he just said to me.

I might as well get dressed because I still need a job and I need my business. So I get dressed, Mark had already left. I put my feelings aside and I hurry up. I want to set things straight with him too, once I get to work.