The Billionaire's Stepdaughter

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! BUT I'M VACATIONING SO MY UPDATES WILL BE SLOWER ALSO BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO BE LONGER! SO BY ALL MEANS ENJOY

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'Beep... Beep... Beep...' was all Anna heard. Her entire body felt so sore and stiff. Her eyelids were glued shut as if weights were attached to them. Her poor head was not spared. As it was throbbing so violently from a headache that she felt that her skull would literally split in to two. She didn't want to wake up. The bed could swallow her whole and she would be the happiest person in the world.

Anna tried lifting one her arms from her side to rub her aching temple, but either one felt too heavy to lift. Not to mention she felt needles attached to her arms and she would be damned if she tried moving them again with those needles stuck there. She groaned. She despised needles with such intense hatred.

When she tried moving her legs she finally felt some type of machine wrapped around her legs, pumping or like massaging them. They were so uncomfortable and heavy. Now she was stuck, she was too scared to move anything. She didn't want to discover any other odd machine hooked up to her.

Anna wanted to get up, to open her eyes, but she just felt so exhausted and worn out. Anxiety started creeping up her. Where was she? Why were needles attached to her arm? That the last thing she remembered was arguing with Troy. Mathieu being punched. Troy becoming more aggravated. Evelyn wrecking the party and in the process worsening the situation. Troy being his delusional, extremist self and then... then... he tackled her! Suddenly she felt so exhausted as if the entire planet itself was pressed down on her chest.

Worry, anxiety, anger, fear, guilt, confusion. So many emotions came surging at her at once. She was uneasy, afraid... alone. Dammit! She didn't know what to do. Her whole was body still stiff and tired. She couldn't do anything even if she wanted to.

Anna flinched when all of a sudden she felt someone's hand touch hers and another brush her cheek. Soft yet rough knuckles grazing her skin. That simple motion held so much love and endearment like no other. It mysteriously calmed her down and eased her violent headache. All her raging feelings settled at once making her serene and calm.

She winced when the pair of hands withdrew from her touch. Depriving her of the comfort she so desperately needed. But to her amazement they were instead replaced by a pair of soft loving lips that ever so gently pressed onto hers. Reassuring her, that everything would be fine and that she was safe. No one was going to hurt her.

She whimpered lightly when the pair of lips vanished. She therefore flickered her eyes open only to be met by foreign yet still piercing blue eyes. Foreign because they no longer held the same confidence and passion that she was so familiar with. Rather, they were replaced by weariness and fear. Fear? He was not a man to fear anything or anyone. If anything it was the exact opposite actually, he was known to be the one to inflict fear. He was a man of dignity and confidence. He had always said that aesthetics and a mask of stone for a man in his position was everything.

And yet here is the same man standing before her. His face looked as if he was haunted by the darkest shadows known to man. Eyebrows furrowed, hair messy and tousled. Dark circles under his eyes that showed he has not slept for a rather unhealthy length of time. Lips in a grim line as if he was holding back anger beyond any measure. She could bet a million dollars that he looked more worn out than she did in that moment. She was positive she would win.

He was wearing a pair of loose fitting grey slacks with a black cashmere v-neck sweater that hugged his muscular build so well like a second skin. He never failed to 'dress to impress' no matter the occasion he was in. Anna almost groaned at the slight exposure of his tight pectorals. However she knew better and she was in no situation to be sexually aroused.