The Billionaire (#1)

Two - "You don't own me.."

A few days past and Justin still wasn't talking to me. In fact he wasn't taking to anyone. He said he needed time and space, so I'll respect that.

..

As I sat outside by the pool in the sunshine, I heard footsteps..

"Don't you have a job to get to?" The voice asked. I lowered my sunglasses to see Mr. Sanchez standing there in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. 

And what a sight it was..

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's my day off, so I'm making the most of it." I said, laying back into the sunbed and closing my eyes.

He didn't say anything, he just dived straight into the pool.

Show off.

"Wanna join me?" He shouted.

"No thanks."

Before I knew it, I was being scooped up into his arms. He jumped into the pool with me firmly in his grip.

"Are you insane? What the hell did you do that for?"

"You need to loosen up a little. Let go of some of that frustration you're holding in."

"Don't tell me what to do." I snapped.

He let me go and swam away backwards. "You need to have some fun."

"No. I need you to stop acting like you know what's best for me. Because you don't. Not even in the slightest."

I hopped out the pool and perched myself on the side. I looked up to the sky, closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. When I opened my eyes, he was standing there in front of me, one hand placed either side of me.

"I know more than you think, sweetheart. I can see you're grieving for your parents, hence why you're acting the way you are."

"What are you? A shrink?"

"No. I just know how to read people."

I sighed. He doesn't know how I'm feeling. He doesn't know the half of it.

"You need to talk about it. You can't keep bottling this stuff up."

"I don't need to talk about anything. And especially not to you."

I got up, grabbed my towel and made my way back inside and up to mine and Justins room.

He thinks that talking about it is going to solve it, but it won't. It'll just make me cry and cry until there's no tears left. I can't grieve for my parents because if I do, it becomes real. And that's a reality I'm not ready to face just yet.

The door creaked open and Justin walked in, grabbed his towel and walked out again, slamming the door behind him, not saying a word.

I know it's not me he's angry at, but sometimes it feels that way.

Knock knock.

"Go away." I said as I walked into the bathroom.

I heard the door open, then shut.

"Chloe?"

"What?" I said, peering round the corner into the bedroom.

"What you and my son have.. it's worth holding onto."

"What's your point?

"My point?"

...

My point is.. she's too good for him. He never knows what he has until he's lost it. And frankly, he doesn't appriciate the little things in life.