The Billionaire's Game

Chapter 7 Felix

Ah, the ocean. It was here that I felt the happiest, the most at home. My father always made it his mission to see that I was miserable in my own kingdom. Trapped and lost in his never-ending orders.

Felix, one day you will be King, and you need to find yourself a Queen. Do you hear me?

But alas my thoughts of a wife were much too common.

You will not be marrying a filthy commoner!

I ducked my head over my arms. The breeze of the wind tangled my scruffy hair.

*click*

I spun around, both my hands up and ready for combat if needed. No one. First the noise when we were leaving, and now this? Something was definitely not correct. My legs carried me to the source of the unerring sound - the entrance of the inside of the boat. I silently raised my eyes to peek in. I didn't like the thought of someone in there with my valuables. Someone dangerous, possibly with intents of petty theft or a more detailed crime. No one was in sight from the darkened window. I figured Oliver would be fine, since he was passed out on the lounge chairs and the possible culprit was indoors.

Slowly, I creaked open the door. I positioned my body over the opening to prevent the brightness of day from leaking into the darkened room. I squeezed myself in and shut the door behind me. An outline. Dark, but still visible, stood frozen, glooming over the round table in the center of the room. At first I thought it had caught sight of me, but the longer it stood there I knew it had to be doing something.

The contract.

My head raced. How could someone possibly know? Now I had no chose but to confront the prying eyes of the intruder. I stood up taller, arching my back. Before I could say anything, it snatched the contract and shoved it in a bag.

"Where do you think you're going with that?"

It stopped in its tracks.

"Face me." I commanded. The figure seemed to hesitate, pondering its options. But ever so slowly it did. Even in the dark and secluded room is was easy to see that...

"You're a woman?" I said, unable to hide the surprise in my tone. She gulped and nodded. It was odd. She was odd. Definitely not someone you'd take as a petty thief. She was wearing a pencil skirt and blouse, not something you'd wear to hijack a boat. But damn. I looked her up and down, studying her while she stood uncomfortably. I couldn't deny that she was absolutely stunning.

"What's your name, thief?" I smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"Queen Elizabeth the 3rd." She said, mocking my accent and growing in confidence.

"Ah. Well then, your majesty I'd like you to come with me." My remark wiped the confidence from her face. She stepped backwards, reaching into her bag.
"No." She said apprehensibly. I scoffed. Who was she to say no? Didn't she know who I was?  I paused.
"Do I... Know you?" I asked with uncertainty in my voice. She blinked. "Um.. No? I don't know who you are." She looked around. "Except that you're rich." I sighed and was filled with relief. I was right in proceeding with caution like I have. But just because she didn't know me didn't mean I could let her off the hook.

"How did you get on my boat?" I pushed. "Why did you get on my boat?" She paused, thinking. "Speak!" I demanded.

"Well... I... I thought..." She sighed. "I thought you were my ex for a moment... And I wanted revenge." What? This woman is capable of such a thing? She must have noticed my puzzled expression. "Well it was just a spur of the moment, you see? I didn't really... But it just... And...." She hurriedly sputtered.

I sat down, pondering my choices. Either let her go, or, or... Blackmail. I had an idea. Crazy? Yes. Insane? Yes. Probably won't work? It's a definite. But I had to try.