Held By The Ruthless Billionaire

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small talk my dad is giving me, it's a good thing he is not right here with me, I might yawn out of boredom. To prove my p

I give him another eye roll then toss my shoe aside. I zone out on his final remarks then take a look around. My house is empty except for the pieces of furniture and I look back to my pre

on this day. I'm not surprised, daddy has many

suffice. I will not stretch that far to expect it at midnight, but waking up to one might not have been a bad idea. Guess what I got? Zilch. No one did anything. Then when my cell did ring, I saw his ID and hu

ll not mind at this point. I dart my gaze to the clock hovering at the top of the wall. I click my tongue, an exc

the top of sex. I'm so glad we did not get there. I'm not going to discus

lease don't forg

me. I roll my eyes, twitching my

h dad. I've survived two y

ieve the phone from my ear, I c

ar, I l

e, or let out that it was my birthday. I simply chuckle then click the se

or a happy

ning to no one in particular, I didn't have anyone to

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me an extra secure person. Not like anyone is looking to get me, he just acts over the edge, it creeps me out but I got used to it after being with him for a while. College is

lid on me, a close watch and an in

ul for. I'm a daddy's girl. It's not like I could be anything else. I have no idea where I came fr

ends up a dead end. I didn't give up, I grew tired. It remains at the back of my mind but the will to search for her just isn't

what happened to her, just two words, her name, her identity. Nothing else. The man who knew it all wants nothing to do with it. At a young age, I learned to accept events, pick up, then move on. I did just that.

ed my car door open, stepped in and inhaled its s

for that time only. As I ignite the engine, my phone chines notifying me of a text. Only a few persons call or text, so most time I already know who it is. I peak at the lit screen, sc

thday beau

; I noted that I didn't know anyone. Well, I know one person in the entire college. He's the only person I speak to, the others are merely a walkth

at's a little vague, I'll go deeper and say he has the prettiest blue eyes, his hair is sometimes let down,

ush on him well not tiny but still, I coul

ting in properly before staring off the engine

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ghts are of students talking or adding an extra one or two weeks to the brea

mpany. My father didn't want me because he will rather go on his numerous business trips. I'm grateful for you

k the door inhaling the fresh a

g figure slowly shoves me into a van or a car I cou

places a hand over my lips so I w

e with me. If yo

e, at the back of my ne

may be questionable. I watch the car drive off wonderi

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while then stopped and t

are

rly asking hi

savi

not tied, he did not possess a gun nor did he

from?!" I voice out my thoughts

ing the best

d I stood perp

RPR

and I look forw

than five words to each semester. I hold my chest trying to control my phobia. I hate surprises and too bad my car

at

hing went dark. I slump to the ground catching a f

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