The Billionaire's Lost Lady

Chapter 24: Deal With Me Tonight

Selene

"What..." I felt tears heat my eyes.

"Nothing." He jumped off the island. I stopped him by placing my hands on his chest and pushing him against the island. He looked at me with avoiding eyes and hands flat on the island to keep him steady.

"Nothing, Selene. Dont make a scene." He tried resisting but I dropped my head on his body and held him close to me. My arms wrapped strongly around his waist and I shut my eyes hearing his heartbeat.

A warm feeling ran over my head and I knew it was a caress. I let it take over me and I relaxed in him. An awe sounded in the kitchen and I realized what was happening. My eyes snapped open and I moved slowly out of him, so as to not raise caution. Bethany and Allan stood by the entrance of the kitchen staring at us. I looked at them and then at Jace who was smiling at them.

It's always going to be an act. Your life will just be an act.

I jumped away from him and brushed the hair off my face. I turned away and dried my face off. What the hell was wrong with me? All these tears, this constant pleading for a man who only enjoyed torture in me. I had to grow stronger. Better at being who I was.

"Hey, guys." I cleared my throat. The pain ached every muscle in my bones but I knew better than to show my weakness to the man who was causing all the pain to me. 

"We just wanted to congratulate you guys with a dinner out, tonight?" Allan cupped his wife's shoulders and looked over at Jace with wide eyes. I caught the glimpse realized it to be a 'please say yes for her' look. I held Jace's bicep and walked ahead of him. I felt his eyes follow my moves.

"We would love that Allan, but only if it's my treat." I bit my lip and Bethany's lit up but fell into confusion.

"Did she just..." Bethany turned to Allan for an answer and he laughed. 

"Yeah, that's Enie for ya." He squeezed her shoulders and they knew they couldn't win the battle of who gets to pay because I always won that particular quarrel, "Be ready by seven." They left us be and Jace pulled me around to face him. 

"What the hell was that?" He scolded.

"I'm celebrating." I chuckled. 

"Excuse me?" His head tilted in anger. I tried wiggling my arm out of his hold, but he pulled me and took both my arms in his grasp. His nostrils flared and if looks could kill, I would be a blood splatter.

"Your win, Jace. I'm celebrating your win." I pushed myself away but his hold only grew around me, "Let me go." I tried punching his chest. How the hell was he stronger than me? 

"What are you aiming for? Sympathy? Care? Love?" His hold grew stronger with every word he spat.

"Surrender." I finally released myself and ran out without looking back.

Mom and dad had already hit lounge with the football game on. It was NFL season. They were crazy about to together. Aaron left after lunch and didn't even find me to say goodbye. I felt an ache in my heart to lose a good friend like him. Maybe Jace was right. Maybe I deserved all of this. 

I was standing in front of the rectangular full body mirror standing in a corner outside the built in cabinet doors. My room was a pale purple on the walls, with violet curtains on the small window that opened to the back of the house. My pictures still hung on the top of my dark brown bed post and mom had taken the time to spread white sheets, pillows and duvet on my queen bed. The floor was still the same white carpet and a futon sat by the foot of my bed. I smiled at how they'd changed nothing in my room, since I moved out.