Broken By the Billionaire Mafia
Chapter Four
Jessica's POV
My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades.
Did I die and go to heaven?
The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.
How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was my conscious shutting down.
"Do you like the room?" A voice breaks me from my thoughts as I jerked and turn to face the door and my breath hitched.
What was he doing here?
It was the stranger from last night with shiny blonde hair and if I thought he was cute last night he was way cuter this morning.
His features shone brightly and I kind of felt insecure why he'll look so good giving me a run for my money. He had a tray in hand and he dropped it at the table and focused his blue eyes on me.
What was he looking at? I followed his gaze to see my cleavage popping so I wrapped my arm around it protectively and watched him swallow back his lust.
Fucking pervert!
"Did you kidnap me against my will? Psycho!"
"I would have loved to see your face when I threw you over my shoulders with your ass bouncing as I jogged to the stairs. Your ass was round, firm, and soft. It will be befitting for my Cock."
Stupid me flickered my gaze to his boxer briefs he wasn't wearing anything formal than a casual loose fitted singlet with a long V-line leaving his sexy chest in display and his boxer briefs which outlined his big boner. His maleness was huge and it was packed at the middle of his tall frame making my pussy throb.
What would tasting him feel like? Cut the crap. I've lost my mind.
"You can't stop yourself from daydreaming about me. I know you want me but the question lies, do I want you?" He had a proud smirk on and I didn't want anything more than to slap that shit out of his face.
"I'm leaving." I scrambled to my feet, my legs could barely hit the floor when I staggered backward weakly and the apple-cigar scent enveloped around me. I didn't need to be told he was closer.
"Careful, you're still weak. Come here I made you some soup and tea to help with your hangover."
"I'm not hungry." I retorted stubbornly and the betraying stomach of mine saw it as the perfect opportunity to grumble loudly which made my stomach vibrate.
Stupid stomach!
I barely had breakfast yesterday because of the thought of doing something romantic for Samuel and I got to his place to meet a shocker and ended up filling my stomach with alcohol.
"I think your stomach isn't as stubborn as your mouth. Now eat up." He carries the tray and seat at the portion of the bed and takes out the lid from the dishes.
"What are you do-ing?"
"If you don't want to eat I don't mind feeding you. What are friends for?"
"I'm not your friend!" I retorted with a half yell.
"Shut up and eat. If you argue I'll lock you up in this house and feed you till you swell. Now open up!" He dipped the spoon into the soup and slowly made it to my mouth. I sighed and reluctantly parted my lips and the food sank in.
I thought it was going to be trash and yuck but it tasted nice. Did he cook for me?
Butterflies were dancing in the pit of my stomach and realisation hit.
I liked the stranger.
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"I'm sorry for not calling earlier. My battery died and something came up so before I could get that done it was late. I thought you must have left. In short, I'm sorry...nothing I say will make you forgive me." Belle rants almost out of breath sitting opposite me in my office, despite everything she was saying a tugging smile spread out on my lips.
The thought of the stranger never leaving my head. After he fed me he got me a new pair of pink work clothes and shoes and how he knew my size baffles me.
"Are you listening to me?" She taps her fingers on the sleek mahogany desk of my office. I was the managing director of Gracewood International Company. It was handed to me by my father's will and lots of other companies and properties left to my name after his demise.
"Oh... yes.. what were you saying?" My fingers pushed back some strand of my hair that fell across my face as I stood upright arranging my suit.
"Girl you went puff! What's going on?"
"It's nothing, I'm just tired and deserve a lot of rest." I lied biting my inner cheek and focused on the computer trying to act busy but it was all a facade.
I could see his face everywhere and it was messing with my head.
"Are you sure?" Belle furrowed her brows tapping her manicured red nails to form a beat. She knew me too well to know there was something up but I can't tell her I'm liking someone after learning of my fiance's infidelity. It doesn't make me different from him, does it?
'Knock knock'
I looked up and the door creaked open with my secretary marching in but something caught my attention a male silhouette was emerging and when it got to the door my eyes bulged.
"Stranger!"
"Drunk!"
Belle and the secretary flicked their gazes from me to the stranger. I didn't know his name and never bothered to ask with thoughts I won't see him again. He looked dapper in a grey suit with his blonde hair styled to the side, his pinkish lips were so kissable.
Shut up!
He didn't look twice these classic when I left after he fed me breakfast.
How did he know I work here? I don't remember giving me the address or telling him about my status.
I was a rich girl that didn't act like one. My clothes aren't that expensive neither are the shoes from what you'll think from a billionaire heiress.
"Who's he calling a drunk?" Belle asks and I twitch my lips to the side, unable to answer her. It's a long story and something I'm too embarrassed to narrate in front of him and my secretary.
"You may leave Agnes."
"Thanks, ma'am." My secretary made a light bow and left the room, shutting the door behind her subtly while Stranger glanced around the office with astonishment before focusing his gaze on me.
Cat caught my tongue but I got to spill to kill the thick tension in the room that could be sliced with a knife. "Belle he's..."
"Don't worry you don't have to explain yourself. He's a nice gentleman and with great looks. Have fun." She picks her silver purse and waves at us before hurriedly leaving and closing the door behind us.
It was just the two of us staring at each other like a competition without the other saying a word. He looked better in a suit and it accentuated his muscular biceps and his tall figure.
He could pass for a model and he'll be off the charts. He had it all. But that isn't the case. Why is he here?
"Stranger!" We said in unison and a blush crept up to my cheek while he twisted his lips to a hidden smile. "Speak first." He urged.
"How did you get to Gracewood? I don't remember telling you about my shit."
"Won't you offer me a seat? Nice office." He compliments. Oh.. I've been caught up figuring out how he got here and didn't realise he had been standing.
"Have a seat." I offered trying my best to get formal.
He was now seated and said. "You forgot your bag. I brought it and in there your office and personal things are untouched."
"How dare you rummage through my personal things? Did you steal my belongings to bring it over to play a good samaritan because it won't work?!" It was wrong to act bitchy but I can't let my guards down. It's hard to trust anyone and not just anyone, a stranger with perfect looks won't sway me away.
He dropped my bag on the table and stood up. His calm blue eyes turned haughty and his nose flared up in anger.
"You can take a look at your things. I'm not concerned about your bag but something worth more. Have a nice day Miss Jess."
How did he know my name? Simple thing, he must have seen my passport.
"Who gave you the right to call me Jess?"
He smirked and leaned forward with his hands to the table and blew me a kiss before walking out.
Why do I feel bad for speaking to him in that tone?
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Five Kessler Blackwell's Pov Sapphire orbs that could hold anyone spellbound and incite a hunger without getting enough. Lush rosy lips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics. Rich deep Auburn hair with full curls that flowed dangerously from the base of her head to the waist down. Jessica Martin was perfection, she was no different from an angelic beauty. I watched how the locs bounced as she sat with her left hand placed on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute too afraid she might disappear if I looked elsewhere or the least distracted. And I stepped in when I noticed she was fat drunk and that wasn't what I wanted. I needed her to be conscious when she saw me or we spoke, she was one prey I won't let go of. I made my way to the bar counter with ferocious eyes. "Enough. She has drank more than necessary."
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Six Jessica Martin's POV The chauffeur drives into the Martin's Mansion and turns off the ignition of the limousine. The driver slid out of the front seat hurriedly and opened the car doors. "Welcome back ma'am." Despite my warnings on not getting the door for me and the ma'am treatment, he was always keeping to his job. "Thanks, Philip." I took my bag and got into the building, joggling to the stairs and with a tired face. The day at the office was extremely busy and I had no time to have lunch apart from the heavy breakfast the stranger served. The thought of him had a pit forming in my stomach as a rush of excitement flowed in me making my panties moist from just thinking about him. "Why does he look so perfect?" I asked myself pushing the door open and turning my bedroom lights on, it was a spacious room with a huge shelf filled with books, a coffee table at the middle with two brown wooden chairs, Artifac
BROKEN ANGEL Chapter Seven Jessica Martin's POV Two weeks to that day he drove me home. We didn't see each other again because I kept turning him down so we just talked on the phone and he loved to text a lot. I would be blushing and texting him back during board meetings, you can't blame me he has a sugar-coated tongue that drives me insane. "Don't tell me you're smiling to yourself and checking your phone every second." Belle boomed into my ears as I lay in bed. She came around the house this weekend and needed something to wear so I let her borrow and not only that Kessler wants me to visit his home. He claimed he missed me and wanted us to talk. He's a great guy and a hard working businessman but it's so sudden getting into a relationship so soon, he likes me and I can't be certain if I like him back or confused because he's showing interest in me. The only man in years to persistently run after me despite how much I told him I wasn't
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Eight Jessica Martin's POV "Don't tell me you ruined that perfect moment." Belle whines. "Don't make me feel bad for telling you my secrets." It has been a month to that day and it never left my head. Kessler called and sent a dozen messages pleading and begging but I never replied to them and with strict instructions to my security to not let him in. I did miss him a lot. I touched myself numerous times thinking of him and that's something I've never done masturbating with a picture of a man in mind. "Are you listening? I'll chew your deaf ears!" Belle tries to attempt and earns a knock from me on her head as she rubs the spot slowly. "What were you saying?" "Go back and put your shit together. That guy likes you so much but your insecurities are ruining everything!" She exclaims. "What should I do?" "Go see him and apologise and this time don't freak out when he tries to be i
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV “Nah you made that shit up… like what? Are you kidding?” Belle sips her drink while she chuckles softly. We were seated at one of our favourite joints sipping on our glasses. It's been one week since I accepted Kessler's proposal to be his girl. I never had a reason to regret saying yes to him. He frequents my office with flowers, he calls every three hours and even came over the office to take me home which I declined. He needs a break from doing that. He has a business or a job so he shouldn't get distracted because of love. That reminds me I never asked him what he does for a living. Not that I care about his wealth. I'm doing well for myself but to be sure so I can proudly lay claim to his source of income. “We have been friends for the longest time. Do you think I could make something as crazy as that? Then explain the diamond on my finger, or the hickeys…” I push my hair blocking my neck so
(Two days later) “Kessler you don't have to go through the stress of getting me a dinner date outfit. I have lots and lots of them which I don't wear or remember what they look like. I can go home and pick something for the occasion.” I groaned. Kessler made it known that he wants to see my family, the only surviving family of my father. Which is my uncle. He spoke to my uncle and he agreed. And fixed the meeting for later tonight. A holiday. Kessler seemed overjoyed like he was already given the permission to court me but I know it's a step to those things. He wanted to make things official not just to my family but to the world to announce our love loud and clear. A feeling of pride swelled inside of me and I haven't been more happier. Finally a time to think towards putting me first and thinking about the family that I was going to create. “Thank you Kessler. ” I beamed. He took me round the fashion store. We bought fancy dresses, shoes and a matching purse.
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV Kessler's sister- Anna is a really good kid. I shuffle from my home to his most work and weekends and by doing so it has shaped me to loosen up in most areas of my life. “Aunt Jessica can we go now?” She says almost out of breath running down the stairs. We have to make it in time for my cake testing. Yes, my wedding cake testing. My uncle disapproved of my relationship to any male specie that wasn't Samuel the cheat. How could he be inhumane? He knows too well the pain and misery that hellish union would cost me but he cares less. Money has gotten a hold of his conscience, he can trade it for anything. The meeting might not have gone well like I thought of my uncle accepting Kessler for my happiness but the highlight of the dinner meeting was Kessler standing up to my dictatorial Uncle. It felt so pure to watch him defend me like his life depends on it. The bitchy part of me thought it would break out in
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Belle's POV I watched her smile trickle to the floor. Her smile could light up an entire room- A lighthouse in human form. She looked like a goddess. The diamonds on her neck screamed of immense wealth and luxury she was accustomed and born into, her wedding dress made of the best pearls man could find which accentuated her hourglass figure. Her skin tone shone brightly oiled. The crown on her head, her light make up seemed expertly done. I moved to the bride and her handsome groom. He didn't look bad at all. The most fashionable male in the room. “Good luck to the most beautiful bride and her groom. I can hardly believe you are here looking this happy and beautiful in one piece. Thank you for being the prince charming she waited for all these years.” “Thanks Belle.” he smiles, showing his sets of perfect teeths. His voice sends chords of goosebumps on my toes, nipples and stomach. Perfect iro