Chapter Nine

My eyes widen in surprise. He's not smiling, his face is simply empty as his eyes rake over me.

"Wonder where you got that". He says dryly.

I glance down at myself like a fool. "I…. I….it was in the closet". I say, my voice pitching a bit in defense.

"That's because it's my house and my closet. My clothes can be anywhere in my house".

I'm filled with embarrassment. And even more so when I realize that the woman is observing all of this. I might be wrong but I think I hear her do a couple of tutting or two..

"I'm sorry. I'll just go take it off". My voice is small and pathetic. He jerks a head towards me and enters the room.

"Don't bother. I won't be wearing it again anyways". I'm so embarrassed I could die. My eyes follow him as he goes to huge fridge and yanks it's two doors open. He's dressed in casual black sweatpants and a short sleeved grey shirt that highlights his body, his hair ruffled and messy atop his head. Right now, it's almost hard to believe that he's a billionaire. H