A timid heiress and a billionaire

his shit was bogus. He was treating me like I was some kind of hoe, on foe nem, I wasn't going for that. I had shit to do and I wasn't about to be stuck babysitting some random ass girl. She was

more private. I hated hotels but if I had to be anywhere, I was going to stay at the best. Once my security swept the area we proceeded upstairs. I kept stealing glances at Adora every now and again, wondering what she was thinking, but truthfully, I didn't give a dam. I was exhausted and annoyed at the same dam time. "Let's get something clear... you stay out of my way and I'll stay out of your way. My assistant will be here soon and anything that you need, ask her for it and she will get it for you. Under no circumstances will you disrupt me." With that, I turned and left her on the elevator. I could hear Adore stomping behind me, but I didn't give a dam. She heard what the fuck I said and if she decided to disobey me, I would be on her ass. Getting to my room I slipped out of my clothing and turned the shower on. Stepping in, I began washing my body as my hand slipped against my manhood, thinking about how it would feel to have Adora's full lips wrapped around my dick. The more I thought about it the faster I stroked. Before I knew it, I was shooting a load down the drain. I'd have to call up one of my Chicago's hoes because I couldn't be walking around this bitch with blue balls because of Adora's gorgeous ass. What the fuck is wrong with me? I thought. No hoe on this plant ever had me masturbating to them but here I was in the shower, looking gumpy as hell with a soft dick in my hands, trying to figure out how in the hell was I going to make it through this 90 days. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I stepped out the shower, checked my iphone, and saw that my assistant had arrived with the items that I requested. Opening the door, I saw the bags placed on the floor. Taking them inside I felt bad that I didn't got Adora anything. Here I go again thinking about her needs. I decided to wear a pair of red Ralph Lauren pajama pants with the matching t-shirt. I decided to sit down and do some work. I had projects that needed to be completed and also had to check on my team back in NYC and let them know what was going on. I was so sidetracked that I didn't hear the knock on my door. "Sorry to bother you, Khozen, but Adora is hungry... and I didn't see you add a meal request to my task list so I wanted to make sure that it was okay to get her something to eat." Azaria spoke from the room door entrance. Without making eye contact I give her a wave, letting her know I approved of her getting the food. I could hear the sound of soft whispers from outside of my door. Followed by laughter. Fuck was they whispering about and what the fuck was so funny? A nigga was stressed. While they were having a jolly good time, my mind was racing about what I should be doing next. I didn't have kids for a reason. I didn't like being responsible for one but only myself. However, in the short time I'd known Adora, I had already bodied a nigga for her and moved her in with me, and I didn't even know her favorite color yet. It was just something about her that made me possessive over her. At her crib I could have easily declined my uncle's offer but my dumb ass didn't. From the first time I saw her when she walked up to the car trying to look in, I studied her face. She had a pureness and innocence that captivated me. I didn't really have a type but if I did, Adora was it. Just the thought of the way her hips swayed back and forth had my man hood bricking up in my pajama pants. Peeking out the door, I see Adora an

d me just as I