I Belong To The Billionaire

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• CHARLIE •

The excellent mix of sweet aromas filled the spacious bakery kitchen as we worked to finish the orders for tonight. My dark chestnut curls stuck to my forehead as I swirled the chocolate cream carefully on the three layered cake.

What is the most important thing on a cake?

Love?

No. That bullshit is all Disney.

It's the cream or the flour but for me, it's the cream.

A plain cake can be made the most beautiful thing on earth with only cream whipped or swirled on it with wonderful expertise.

"Charlie," my older sister, Lynn, called and I looked over my shoulder at her.

"What's up?"

"Is the cake ready? The owner has come to pick it up."

"It's almost done. Let me just arrange the strawberries."

"Ten minutes," she instructed strictly.

"Whatever makes your panties wet, sis."

Her face twisted in disgust. "Ew, Charlie. That's so gross."

I laughed and got back to work while she walked out.

Oh, where the hell did my manners go?

I'm Charlie Garrett. I turned twenty, three months ago and I work at my family's bakery on the weekends.

"Cake's ready!" I announced as I made my way to the front. "Here's your cake ma'am," I said to the customer and I smiled warmly. "Sorry for the wait."

The older woman blushed. "I-it's okay. Thanks for the cake."

I nodded and she left.

Lynn shook her head as her brown locks swayed slightly. "The way women swoon over a guy as gay as you is really pitiful."

I chuckled. "It's not my fault that I'm attractive."

"You're such a fucking show off."

I shrugged and took off my apron. "It's getting late and I've got work tomorrow, so I gotta go."

"At least throw away the trash."

"Don't worry, I will."

After working hours, I threw out the trash out and wiped my hands on the sides of my jeans. Looking up, I noticed a raggard silhouette in the darkness and felt a little uncomfortable. I looked to the side and decided to ignore him. There was a bar a few blocks away so he might have crawled his way up from there.

I heard him grunt and looked at him. Before I could look away and pretend that I never saw him, I noticed something shiny sticking out of his upper arm.

I gasped when I realised that it was a pocket knife and quickly rushed to him. "Hey, are you okay?" I knelt by his side and looked at the knife. "You're bleeding."

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Jimmy Neutron."

For someone who's badly hurt, he was being awfully sarcastic. But I didn't let it get to me. The last thing I needed was a dead body on my family's property the following morning.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe an hour or two?"

"Can you stand?"

He moved about a little. "I think so."

I put his arm over my shoulder and struggled to get him up on his feet. "I'm going to take you to my place, do you mind?"

"Not at all."

I managed to get him up and we struggled until we got into a taxi. The driver gave us a weird look but still drove us to my apartment without question. Probably thought that I was going to kill him too.

Walking to my apartment with an injured person was hell. One, he was heavy and two, people stared holes into our bodies. Let's not forget the puzzled look George, the security guard, shot me. Thankfully, I explained the situation and silently hoped that nobody would call the cops.

Finally reaching my apartment, we stumbled in and I made him sit on the sofa. I went to get a first aid kit and lay it next to him.

"You sure trust easily," he said, his voice gruff.

"What makes you say that?" I asked as I gathered all the necessary things to help with his injury and put on gloves.

"You just brought a stranger to your house."

"I trust my judgement over people. You neither look like a thief nor do you look like a murderer."

"Looks can be deceiving."

I examined the knife then cut off the cloth on this bicep and the row of stitches of his left side with a pair of scissors. "Want me to kick you out?"

He chuckled. "Touché."

I looked up at him. "Take off the rest of your shir-" I paused, instantly silenced by the view of his face.

I never noticed it, but this guy was hot. He had slightly long and light, hazel curls on his head, a neatly trimmed beard on a sexy square jaw and sharp, captivating, golden brown eyes.

"I'm done," he said.

"Oh." I cleared my throat and looked down. The sight of his chest blew me away even more.

The tight skin covered and stretched through every contour of his firm, toned and muscular chest. I gulped. This is gay heaven.

"You're drooling."

My eyes widened. "What?" I exclaimed in disbelief and wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve, my face reddening in embarrassment.

He laughed. "Just kidding. You're so serious." He touched the handle of the knife lightly and I remembered why I brought him here in the first place.

"Buckle up. I'm gonna pull out the knife now," I warned. He nodded and pursed his thin lips as I took hold of the handle. I counted backwards from five and pulled it out as fast as I could. I grabbed a clean towel and pressed it over the wound to suck up the blood and add pressure to stop the blood flow.

The man grunted loudly through gritted teeth and let out a short string of curses. I looked at the blade. It looked new and made me relax a little, knowing that his blood wouldn't get infected.

"What happened?" I asked as I began to clean the wound with a wet cotton swab.

"Fucking bastards stabbed me in a fight because they were too chicken to fight fair."

I applied a thin layer of antibiotic ointment and he hissed. After apologising, I said, "Why were you in a fight anyway? You don't look like you gamble."

"I just went into a casino all incognito and some women flocked around me. So two men came to threaten me then we fought and I suddenly got stabbed." He sighed. "Fucking pussies."

"I'll give you some painkillers and sleeping pills to help you out for the night," I said as I peeled off a dressing pad and put it over the wound.

"You're a med student?"

I shook my head. "I just know a lot about first aid because I got injured a lot when I was younger."

He leaned his head back into the sofa and let out a heavy breath. "Thanks for your help."

I smiled. "No problem. Hungry?"

He nodded and I went into the kitchen to prepare something. Later, I watched TV while he slept and stole some glances in his direction. Despite not saying anything detailed about himself, I couldn't shake the feeling that he looked familiar.

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