The Debt To A Billionaire

Second Occurence: Plain

Chapter Two

His stunning obsidian black eyes turned sharp as razors as it dug through her amber ones. Helia's breathing was a huff of perturbation and a tinge of worry as she thought of her limited options which would cut her short of time as he was hovering over her. One, knee him on his manly spot and dash out the door without bothering him writhing on the polished wood. Most of the times when she thought of situations requiring this, she would blush, but she was still in fury for that.

Second, she should slap him and call the police. She shook her head mentally in disapproval, that would spike her lay low act in College, and that was insurmountably important. She couldn't risk getting called 'Miss Goody Two-Shoes' when she's already 'Rat on Ruts'. Her attention was mingled with when  Julian's hand bit onto her shoulder as she cringed. She shut her eyes in panic. Plan C, let yourself get zammed and get home dead on a dramatic limo with a note attached to your neck which areads a threat, and that seriously was not what Helia was going to choose.

And so, she swung her knee to his crotch before hearing a throaty groan which, to her surprise, aroused Helia before she pinched herself. Who knew such intimate noises could make women imprudent? Helia's cheeks glew red in an embarrassed hue.

"Shite!" Julian's british accent rolled. "Pezzturico, don't let her get out!" In a zap, the Italian looking butler rushed and gracefully ran after the damsel who banged on the door in fright. Julian cursed heavily and stood up twitching, following Helia's smaller figure running up the stairs in a panicky motion. "Come back here!" Julian angrily said through gritted teeth.

Julian romped up the stairway, his tux thrown on the railing of the golden rimmed staircase as his feet tapped wildly on the floor. Helia gave one small glance at him as he chased her short build. Blimey, for a pretty and witty lady, she was fast and agile.

Helia grabbed the phone from her pocket as Julian troughed towards her. Helia's finger shook as it clicked the buttons of the flip-open cellphone, the noise hinting Julian a way towards her. Sweat trained down her brow as she shut the door close behind in a fit of hurry and haste. "Come on," She chattered as she tried to hit 999. "A number more, yes." Helia pressed the phone on her ear as the door rattled from Julian's and Pezzturico's fist, knocks worth of K.O.s nudging her to speed up.

"What is your emergency?" A sweet serene lady voice rang as if no alarming event was happening to Helia. "Ma'am, we hear loud noises behind you, what is your address?" Helia gasped as the door exploded into bits of wood and glass with an infuriated man  held a hammer and axe beside the broken door. "Ma'am-"

And the line was cut.

'Did the bastard really have to destroy the door?' Was Helia's concern rather than her own safety.

"I got you now." Julian smirked, making Helia's heart squeal in delight while her expression screamed in fear. Was he going to take advantage of her? Or worse, was he going to enslave her or take her in captivity? "Helia Poulousse, right?"

"R-Right," Helia stammered nervously and jadedly. "You were the one who ordered the vest, Julian Juliver." She pointed out with a narrowed pair of eyes before crossing her arms. "Well, there's your suit, what else do you want from me?" Her gold-like eyes assessed him as she panted for air.

"I want to know what you heard and why you were there in my office, stalking." Julian replied walking forward as if a predator that has earned a decent prey. Juliver saw her gulp before she pretended to have known none of his questionnaire which was probably worth her head. "Your visit was of my knowledge."