How to Hunt a Billionaire ✔️

Step 36: TRY him

My mom stared at me while I stared at my dad who was staring at Ethan who was staring at the floor. He had come down after hearing my parents voices only to be greeted by a cold glare and a hug from my mother.

"So what have you done to my daughter?" my dad quized, glaring at Ethan.

Ethan looked up calmly. "Nothing."

"I beg to differ. For someone who got shot, you managed just fine at dumping me in your shower," I argued.

"I was helping. You were dirty so I washed you."

"You did what?!" My dad almost shouted.

"Not like that," I grimaced.

"Why do you say that with disgust? Aren't you dating?" My mom said with suspicion.

My dad caught on. "I hope you're not using Ashley as a business deal..."

I snorted. He was spot on. Ethan's eyes cut to me and narrowed. "I would never use Ashley in that way. She is the woman of my dreams," he replied between clenched teeth and I knew he wanted to say his nightmares.

I smiled innocently. "You see, dad, Ethan insists that he wants to be with me forever but I want to take things slow."

"I just don't want to get rid of her," Ethan lied.

"That's lovely," my mom gushed. She was sucking all of this up, happy that her only daughter had found herself a boyfriend which I know she didn't expect to happen.

"Sometimes I just want to lock her up," Ethan paused deliberately before continuing. "So I can have her all to myself."

I caught the underlining threat. "Aww, this is why I want to just pinch your cheeks - hard - so I know you're real."

"I have to stop myself from wrapping my arms around her." My mother sighed happily as he leaned in as if to kiss my cheek. My face flushed red but just as quickly, I paled when he whispered "neck" in my ear.

Shuffling away from him, I smiled awkwardly. "So what brings you here?"

"We were...around," my mother said hesitantly.

"You mean dad wanted to spy on me," I corrected, eyeing the man himself who didn't even bother to look innocent.

"I had to check up on you when I heard you were with Holt."

"Why? You have business with him."

"Exactly." My dad turned to Ethan. "I don't usually mix my personal life with work but in this situation, you leave me no choice. If you ever hurt Ashley and I hear about it, you can expect my investment in your company to disappear and to find a flood of court cases on your back. Do I make myself clear?"

"Dad..." I warned.

"I understand," Ethan said with the same amount of seriousness as my father.

"For goodness sake, this isn't the Godfather," I sighed.

My father stood up and ruffled my hair before gesturing that Ethan should come with him. The two men walked out of the room leaving my mom and I staring at each other with held back amusement.

"You shouldn't have brought him here," I told my mother, shaking my head.

"Better here than at home where he has a gun," she pointed out.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud from somewhere in the apartment . What the f*ck was going on? Getting up quickly, I followed the sound of a person, mostly likely Ethan, groaning in pain. My dad stood above Ethan's body which slumped in the corner of the kitchen, grinning.

"Dad!" I yelled.

He turned faking innocence. "What?"

"You hit my boyfriend."

"He's fine," my dad argued. He poked Ethan with his foot. "You're fine. Aren't you, son?"

Ethan's angry green eyes met mine, cursing me. "I'm fine," he spat.

I smiled at him. "That's good. I thought you were going to be a little p*ssy and cry."

"Language, Ashley," my dad warned.

"Don't worry. I'll sort out her swearing later," Ethan replied.

My dad looked at his watch. "I need to go. I have a meeting with the Sinclair family." He hugged me then whispered in my ear," If he tries anything, call me."

"I will."

"Holt, remember what I said."

"Yes, sir," Ethan said.

My parents left, leaving me with my p*ssed fake boyfriend. Before he could yell, I started shushing. "Now, now, Ethan. You wouldn't want me to call my father."

"Oh, so now you want to use the daddy card?"

"Shut up. I'm still annoyed with you."

"Ditto. You've stained my couch and indirectly punched me." He sighed. "You're such a hassle."

"I bet you wish you chose Ivy," I sneered.

"At least she wouldn't start throwing eggs."

"She wouldn't know what to do with them."

"And you do?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to say?"

He gave me a mocking look. "It's a simple question."

"Of course I know what to do. Eggs are easy," I lied, clenching my teeth. I couldn't cook food worthy for a dog to eat.

"Is that so? Well, seeing as I'm injured, I want food. Go and make me eggs on toast."

"That's pretty basic," I noted.

"Would you rather I ask for something complicated?"

"I would rather you asked for nothing. Do I look like your maid?"

Ethan raised his eyebrow. "I pay you to work for me. It doesn't matter what the task is. Unless, you want to live on the streets."

"Fine. I'll be your f*cking maid," I said, giving in. Hopefully, he'll get food poisoning from the food which means I would be free to leave.

"Hurry up," he ordered then pointed to the stove.

I glared at him before making my way to the fridge to find the eggs. I can cook. If I believe it then it will come true. It must. Picking up a bowl, I carefully placed it on the counter and chose an egg to break open.

"Are you sure you know what to do?" Ethan commented.

F*ck it. I cracked the egg, letting bits of the shell fall in. "For flavour," I explained then laughed at his horrified expression.

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