I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Twenty

"I'll drive to my office, I need one of my people to come here to watch you," Andrew spoke from the hotel's bedroom to Billie who was in the closet.

"Billie?" he called her from the silence, walking inside.

He watched her sitting in front of the mirror, playing with strands of her hair.

"Did you hear me?"

"Mhm."

Stepping closer to her, he set his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them, "I got you something."

"What?" she looked back for a moment.

He disappeared back into the bedroom, "Wait."

She could hear him walking away and opening a drawer before his footsteps became louder.

Through the mirror she spotted a satin box in his hands, the opening side facing her.

Using one of his hands he pushed some of the stuff on her vanity further and pressed himself against it.

Andrew opened the box and she got met with a very delicate, diamond necklace.

"Andrew..." she stared at it in shock. "Is that Harry Winston?"

The diamonds on it were illuminated by the light from the ceiling, making them shine.

"Yes."

Seven and a half million dollars.

She gently run her fingers against the small, individual pieces before looking up at him.

"Bil," he took it out from the box and got behind her, ready to put it on her. Her hands reached for her hair to raise it up before the piece was already around her neck and closed.

Her eyes were frozen on it as Andrew set both of his hands on the vanity, hovering over her to trap her, "Do you like it?"

Their stares met through the mirror.

"Y-Yeah, of course."

"What are you thinking about?"

She knew that this was his way of making piece but wrapping her around his finger.

"I think I wanna dye my hair black."

"Absolutely not, you'd look old," he kissed her cheek and gripped her hip with his right hand.

After Billie and Denzel confessed their love to each other and Billie revealed that she had a plan, she didn't reveal what exactly it was.

But she needed to seduce and obey Andrew just so he'd loosen his restraints on her.

"Can I-" she met his eyes through the mirror. "Come with you to your office?"

"You know my stance on that."

"I don't want to sit here alone with a bodyguard," she rotated around in her chair so she'd face him. "Instead I could go there with you and we could..." her hand went to his belt, slightly tugging on it.

He stared down at the woman in front of him. It reminded him of the time where she was seventeen.

So sweet and innocent, yet submissive.

A little girl.

"Bil-" he was cut off by a knock on the door. "Did you order something?"

"With what phone?" she scoffed with a fake smile and shook her head.

Andrew glared at her for a moment before leaving the closet. Turning back around to face her mirror, she could hear him open the door and muffled voices until they weren't so muffled anymore.