The Billionaire's Lost Lady

Chapter 33: Home of Us

Selene

It was nine in the darkened night and I kept staring at my phone. He didnt text or call. I was back to being a high school stuck up. I huffed a breath at the thought of him not caring and watched Jelly snore on the other couch. I plopped my legs up on my seat and turned off the LED. I was sleepy and tired but it felt too early to rest so I headed to the kitchen to pour myself something to drink. I could work on an assignment and that would be helpful.

Just when I was settling in the couch with my laptop and a half litre bottle of diet coke, my phone buzzed. I quickly turned it to be a message from him. Well, there you go.

I didnt open it and gave it a while. I had to show self respect. He didnt have to know I was crammed by my phone, waiting for a signal from him.

When I felt like it had been five minutes, I thought of opening the message. Before my hand could reach the phone, the doorbell rang and my heart leveled in fear. I put it in my hoodie's pocket and saw goosebumps rise on my thighs. I pulled my shorts down a bit to hide the shivering in them and held the full bottle in my hand like a bat. If it was that loser drunk Ben from across the hall, I was going to smack his head in half. I slowly pulled the door open and it revealed a disheveled Jace.

"Who is it?" Jelly startled me and I held the bottle to my chest.

"I'm taking her." Jace walked in the room and Jelly almost fell off the couch. How did this guy have that effect on everyone?

"Okay." She murmured and winked at me.

"What? No." I tried protesting but suddenly I went into a swirl and all I could see was a fine back and ass in a brown suit.

"No!" I hissed, smacking his back.

"Put me down, Jace!"

No protests worked.

When we reached the lobby, instead of stopping us, the doorman snored away and I stared at him with wide eyes. I clapped loudly and he woke up with a gasp.

"Stop." He yelled. I'd never seen him before. The bronze hair and dark skin. He must've been thirty and was shorter than myself.

Jace swiveled with me still on his shoulder. I felt a whirlwind and nauseous. My stomach was hurting from being so long on his shoulder. How was he doing? I slapped his back more.

"Jace Anderson. I'm picking up my wife." He spoke grimly and I heard no stopping from the man. Whe Jace turned back around, I saw the man standing with his head bowed and arms crossed.

No way!

I yelped as he ran down the front two steps and soon, my legs hit the ground. I gasped for air and his dark figure towered me.

"Get in." He ordered. I wanted to fight but he looked dangerously scary. I looked back and found the door of his Mercedes open already. I curled in on the passenger seat and he slammed the door shut. Soon he was in and the car sped out of the parking lot.

"Jace, what is wrong with you?" I spoke softly so as to not get us into accident or something.

He didnt respond.

I asked the same question, once more.

No response.

I decided to stay quiet till we were at his place. That's not where he drove though. The ride was almost an hour long. An hour worth of silence and a sped up crazy car. I was holding onto myself with the life in me and wondered where he was taking to murder me.

"Jace where are we going?" I asked once we started going through a trees surrounded highway. No response.

I felt tears roll down my cheeks and I felt the need to jump out of his car. He was being so damn creepy and I was scared to hell.