BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son

Chapter Fifty-Two

FLORA'S POV

Alex didn't speak to me until we arrived at his place. Luckily, it was empty since Clarissa and the other housekeepers had left. He got out of the car, strode over to my side, and opened my door with a precision that only added to my confusion. Before I could ask what was happening, he lifted me off the ground, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. My stomach clenched in both fear and excitement.

"What are you doing?" I asked, half-laughing, half-nervous.

"Keep shut," he growled, his voice was low and commanding.

He carried me through the house, up the stairs with quick strides. I expected him to stop at his bedroom, but instead, he pushed the door to his infamous red room open. Before I could process it, I was tossed onto the bed, the softness of the sheets did little to cushion the shock of the moment. Alex loomed above me with a look masked with anger.

"It's time to get what you deserve, Flora."

His large hands grabbed my ankles and yanked me toward him. I let out a surprised yelp, my mind racing. I wasn't afraid of Alex, but right now, he seemed unhinged. Angry at me for reasons I knew nothing about, and I couldn't even tell if this was roleplay or real.

"Remind me," he said, reaching for a restraint. "What did you put on that contract as punishment?"

I blinked, my brain scrambling to recall anything coherent. I gaped at him wondering what he was punishing me for. I didn't stumble on the runway, did I? His eyes stayed on mine, unwavering, as he fastened a cuff around my left ankle, then the right.

"You know," he said, his tone colder than I had ever heard it, "I've been too lenient with you."

"Huh?" was all I could manage.

Alex hauled me up, unzipped my dress, and quickly pulled it over my head. My heart skipped as I was left in just my bra and panties. He tossed the dress aside without a second thought and laid me back down, cuffing my hands to either side of the bed. Now, I was spread out like an animal about to be sacrificed, and I could practically hear my own heart pounding in my ears.

"What did you say earlier about your design and you modeling your dress?" he asked, his tone cutting.

He wasn't making any sense right now—or was I the one not understanding him? My brain was clouded by nervousness and the anticipation of what was to come. He seemed so angry and colder than usual, and it was both hot and terrifying. My body didn't know if it was scared or turned on. I could only stare at his tall figure, wide-eyed.

"I'm not good enough. I can't do this. What if they don't like me or the dress on my body?" Alex listed. "Those were your exact words, weren't they?"

"Uhm... yeah," I replied.

He took a few steps back. "Did any of those things happen, Flora?"

"No," I admitted, my voice trembling.

"No what?" he pressed, tilting his head in expectation.

"No, Daddy," I corrected softly.

Alex grabbed the whip on the table and wrung it in the air. "Tell me exactly what happened at the show."

I tried to lift my head, wanting to explain myself. "Alex, plea..."

"Lie down!" he barked.

My head instantly hit the pillow. Now, my heart was beginning to palpitate. His words sent a cold chill down my spine. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I wasn't sure if they were from fear, arousal, or the overwhelming intensity of the moment.