When a billionaire loves.

Chapter 7

"That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste."
                                  ~ John Green.

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Alice's pov

I was reading my book patiently when again the door bell rang.

"yes? "I opened the door to see a man in black suit.

" hello mam. Mr Wilson sent this for you. " he handed me a box.

" oh okay? " I gave him a weak smile and closed the door.

I looked at the box for sometime.

What he could have sent for me?

Keeping all my thoughts aside I decided to open the box.
My eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful dress.

" wow" I unknowingly whispered to myself when I touched it.
It was a beautiful pure white dress. So pure that it felt like it would get stained if my hands touched it.

But why would he sent me a dress?

Looking at it one can tell it was very expensive.
How can I take something this expensive from him? I won't be able to pay for it.

My phone buzzed into my loose pj pocket. It was an email from Mr Wilson.

Be ready at 7:45 sharp. My driver will some to pick you up. I'll meet you there directly.

P.S
Wear the dress and don't worry about paying back. Consider it as a gift.

- Adrian Wilson

I sighed.

There was no need for him to buy me this dress.

'06:30' the clock read.

I should start getting ready.

I quickly took a shower and got dressed. The dress perfectly hugged my curves. It felt like it was made for me. The cloth felt soft on my skin. It showed my long legs due to my 5'9 height.
I put on some mascara and very light golden eye shadow with my transparent lip gloss. I let down my brown curls and slipped into my black heels that I coincidentally brought.

It was 7:41 by the time I was ready and soon the door bell rang.
I took my clutch and opened the door.

"Mark! " I smiled at him.

" hello mam." he said showing his toothy grin.

"I told you to call me Alice"

"sorry Alice. Can we leave? Mr Wilson won't be pleased if we're late. "

" yeah sure"

Soon after ten minutes we reached a fancy looking hotel. Mark came by my side to open the door. We entered the elevator and Mark pressed the 14th floor.
The doors of the elevator opened and I exit to see Mr Wilson talking to someone in his phone. His eyes met mine for a millisecond and averted back into space.
He immediately turned to us when he realized that it was me.
We approached him and now I was standing in front of him. I started getting nervous when his eyes raked over my body before stopping at my lips. I bit my lips nervously and he suddenly became stiff. He looked into my eyes before averting it to Mark. He nodded at him and he left.

So we were alone in the corridor. He still had his mobile over his ears.
"yeah.... Take care of it.......i don't care I want it done when I'm back." he yelled to the person on the other side and hung up.

"let's go" he wrapped his arm around my small waist and I shivered.

He led me to the big brown door in the floor. The two guards standing on the either side of the door, bowed at Mr Wilson and opened the door.

It was a very big hall with dozens of men in their expenses suits and ladies in beautiful gowns and short dresses, some of whom were more than revealing.

"Miss Carson stay by my side all the time." he whispered into my ear while we walked.

Many people talked to Mr Wilson on our way. Some of them giving me lustful looks and every time anyone would do that Mr Wilson's hand would tighten around my waist. He introduced me to different people, all his business associates.

I was shocked a little because he gave me more importance one would give to just an employee.
Maybe because now I know one of his big secrets at this time.

We reached to a person in his late forties, wearing a brown suit. He had a light stubble on his face and the wrinkled skin highlighted his old age. Though he looked old but from his personality he seemed a person of great power.

"Adrian! " he smiled brightly at him,extending his hand.

" Hello Mr Richards. " he took his hand in a firm shake.

Oh.
So he's Mr Richards.

" And who might be this beautiful lady?" he looked at me.

"Alice Carson. An employee of mine. " he introduced me.

"Nice to meet you Alice." he took my hand and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles.
His kiss was not disgusting at all. It was very professional. His warm eyes and the fatherly smile made me relax.

Soon they began to talk about business and I just stood there looking around when my eyes met a certain Hazel orbs. The man was looking at me while talking to someone at the far end of the hall. He, like others, wore a dark blue three piece suit, slicked back brown hair. And yes he looked like an important person.
I was snapped out of my gaze when a warm hand held my wrist. I realized Mr Richards was no more in sight and the hand on my wrist belonged to none other than Mr Wilson. He led me towards the bar and sat me down on a chair. He handed me a glass with very pale yellow liquid and leaned towards my face.
I uncomfortably shifted in my chair when I felt his lips just touching my ears.

"Miss Carson I have an important business to take care of. Don't even move an inch till I come back and don't talk to anybody. Anybody. Ok? " he whispered into my ears. Every now and then his lips would brush against my ear when he spoke, giving me cold chills down my spines.

I nodded promptly and he left from there.

I made myself comfortable on the seat for I was rather stiff and took a gulp of the thing in my hand.
I moaned from the inside knowing that I was in public and just made a fool of myself some hours ago. I took little sips of the delicious drink till the glass was empty. And I wanted more.

Well one more drink wouldn't hurt.

I said to myself and asked for the bartender to serve me the drink.

I was about to take a sip when a slight screeching sound stopped me. I looked to my right to see a man sitting on the chair just beside mine. And he was not just any man, he was the same person that once I caught staring at me some minutes ago.

Keeping in mind Mr Wilson's words, I didn't say anything. But not wanting to be rude I gave him a small smile which he returned back.

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The story is about to take a twist.
I'm so excited.

Should I do Adrian's pov in the next chapter?

Please suggest.

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Love you xx
~ Angellete