The Billionaire Bachelor

The Billionaire Bachelor

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The room was dark for him to see a thing he felt his hands behind him, tied to a metal and no matter how hard he pulled he couldn't set himself free. He still felt the bruises underneath his clothes, his face was swollen. He heard a door creak open and he suspected someone came in. The light was suddenly turned on and he closed his eyes as it caused his eyes to ache. He felt the tie on his hands loosen. He immediately turned to see who it was. 'Dore...' He breathed out as he saw the eyes of his beloved swollen. He knew Theodore too well to know that he had been crying. Theodore walked around him and used a knife to cut the rope which held him to the pole. Malik felt his hand freed and immediately turned to his lover. 'Go' Theodore said in whispers but Malik didn't bulge 'Go!' Theodore said as hot tears escaped his eyes. ------- That's all I can reveal, curious? read and follow for more.
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I thought I knew what pain was. I was wrong. But at least, I got something good out of it- a person who protected me above all else. Daniel Nicholas Castello, a charming but brooding billionaire who hated me before he even knew me. He saved me from the world and so I mistook him for a hero. He wasn't a hero, though. He was the devil. And I fell for him. - "I have given you the freedom to do a lot of things, sweetheart, slapping me is not one of them," Daniel growls at me. "Let go of my hand." "No." Both of us glare at each other in silence- neither willing to back down first. I should be the one to back down first because I started our fight, I provoked him and as sorry as I feel for that, I did not deserve what he called me. Daniel's eyes shift to my lips for less than a second but its enough to change something between us. It's enough for all the anger between us to be replaced by lust. "Let go of my hand," I repeat, breathlessly, but this time my voice is different- quieter and unconvincing. He looks into my eyes again, leans in and brushes my lips with his. "No." -

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