Owned By Mr Billionaire

"Eventhough I'm rich and I own almost everything, there's one thing that I request." He stands up from his desk, keeping his lustrous eyes on me while he tightens his tie.

"And what is that?" I respond, standing in the middle of the large room, holding the clipboard and pen in my hands listing the employees who have not came in today. his eyes are still tightly fixed on mine.

"You." His voice seemed like it echoed when he replied, like the world had stopped when his eyes were upon me but I refuse, shaking my head while placing the checkboard and pen down on his desk.

"Sorry Mister but I'm not an option."

"Sorry, babycakes, but I don't take no as an answer." I turn around to walk out of the room until his hands grab me, his body is inches from mine, spinning me around so that I am now against the desk and not him. His voice slows down to a deeper tone when calling me that nickname but I try to push him off but he's just too heavy.

"Has your parents ever told you that you're a spoilt little brat!" I snap back at him but he only grabs my waist harder pushing me down onto the desk.

"I don't need to be told, what I want is what I get!"

"I get what I want, when I want..."