Taken By The Billionaire by Renee White

limo? Why was he so damned mean? Was I just a sexual plaything for him ? W as he jealous of Rafe? That would be something new – Damien Taylor jealous. And if he was jealous, then did that mean he felt the same about me as I did him? He talked about how I fascinated him, how much he liked me, but I was just so confused and upset by everything I didn’t know who the real Damien was.
     
    It was all such a mess.
     
    When I saw him standing near a camera, his back to me as he sipped coffee from a styrofoam cup, I felt that now familiar heartbeat pulse between my legs. I recalled what he’d done in the bathroom, the way he’d ordered me to hold my legs open for him. The danger of being caught like that, with my hands hooked behind my knees as I exhibited myself to Damien’s hungry stare – What had I been thinking!
     
    Then, as if some sixth sense told him I was there, Damien turned to face me. For a moment he looked so serious, so dark and brooding that I felt a tremor of fear, a sensation that only heightened the yearning at my core.
     
    Suddenly the dark look vanished and, like sunshine on a stormy day, Damien smiled.
     
    “Kylie,” he said. “God, Kylie. I was worried sick. Where were you?”
     
    Attempting to appear cool , I shrugged. “I stayed the night at a little hotel. I didn’t want to be near you last night, Damien.”
     
    Damien shook his head and blew out his cheeks as though relieved to see me. “When Jenny called I thought something had happened.”
     
    I blinked, not believing what I’d just heard. “Jenny? Jenny called? How? What? I don’t understand. What’s that bitch got to do with any of this?”
     
    “Hey,” Damien said, holding up both hands. “Steady on. Alexandra came to my room to tell me Jenny was on the phone. I wouldn’t usually take a call from her, you know that, but she’d told Alexandra that you’d called your dad and were all upset. I only spoke to her to find out what the hell was happening.”
     
    “My dad?” I replied. I thought about things for a few moments, turning the events of the previous night over in my mind. “I did call my dad last night,” I explained. “He must have spoken to Jenny after that.” I shook my head, a little angry at my father for blabbing to my sister. “G reat, now she knows about us .”
     
    Damien’s reaction was instant. “What do you mean?” he asked, eyes flashing. “What have you said?”
     
    Feeling stupid and out of my depth and close to tears I looked down at the floor and murmured, “I told my father I loved you.”
     
    I thought Damien would explode with anger, but all he did instead was let his shoulders sag and shake his head.
     
    He looked at me. “You love me?” he said quietly.
     
    Held by Damien’s gaze I nodded. “I think so.” Blinking away the pinprick of tears that threatened to well from my eyes I added, “I don’t want to be with Rafe, Damien. I want to be with you. But you were so nasty to me last night. How could you threaten to ruin Rafe’ s career? What kind of bullshit is that? And how could you say things about me belonging to you sexually? You said you wouldn’t use me Damien. Remember? You said that you wouldn’t.”
     
    He dropped the coffee cup and, heedless to the liquid that had splashed up the leg of his pants came to me with his arms outstretched.
     
    “I’m sorry, Kylie. Fuck, I’m such a wanker. I didn’t mean what I said about the contract, not exactly. I was angry and upset because that bloke called you. I wanted to smash his face in, Kylie, that’s why I was horrible to you. I took it out on you because he dared to call you up.” Damien’s fingers g r ipped the tops of my arms as he stared into my face. “You know what happened with my ex-wife. I have trouble trusting women and the sincerity of my relationships. When I saw Rafe’s name on your phone I went into a spin.”
     
    “You’re jealous of him?” I asked.
     
    “Fuck it,” Damien spat. “Yes,