Billionaire Romance: Seduced by the Billionaire by Emelia Joye Page B

at his own will. So he did…
     
    “Nat… can I
come in?” His voice was careful and shielded by the door that walled him from
pillows that might siege in soon.
     
    Before
stretching the door’s gap any further, he waited first for five seconds as he
tried to listen to any motion that might come out of her room. But without
luck, he heard nothing but his own breathing. The door’s hinges shrieked as he
pushed it slowly, cautious of any object that might send him to an instant
slumber.
     
    “Nat?” He
called cautiously, aware that she was still upset with everything he did. But
after a matter of second, he noticed that her lamp shade wasn’t on. A dirty
suspicion crept into his mind.
     
    “Is she out?”
then, he brought his gaze at the small pink clock sitting on her side table. It
was already quarter past eleven, and it wasn’t in her nature to be out in this
time of the night. Multitudes of rapists, gangs, and criminals were out,
hunting people they could plunder, and Thom thought she might be the next
victim.
     
    He quickly ran
to the entrance door, which they also used as an exit. The back door was too
far and time-consuming. He twisted the doorknob and pulled the door, but the
smell of a cow’s dung struck his nose with a blow. His neighbour should’ve
asked them first before using manures as their garden’s fertilizer. What an
inconsiderate decision! He ignored it and continued walking on, but he’d
forgotten he was just wearing a loose towel.
     
    “Thom, did you
just have a shower?” old Marcus, his neighbour asked from over the fence.
     
    What? Thom wondered. He looked down and remembered he did not have anything on, but
this see-through towel around his waist. Fuck, “Oh, yeah… I just had a
shower,” he lied, riding his neighbour’s assumption.
     
    “Oh well boy, you better put your pants on, or else girls
will come rushing to eat your, you know…” old Marcus laughed, making fun of
Thom’s hot looks.
     
    Thom shared old Marcus’ rude joke. But the truth was, he
wanted to punch him to the ground. He had no time for any joke right now.
Natalia was in danger. “Yeah, I’d do it now…” he grinned forcibly.
     
    “Asshole,” he whispered under his breath as he made his
way back into the house, to put something decent.
     
    He slammed the door with so much force that made their
house quake. It was just to show Marcus he wasn’t in the mood to fool around,
but the person upstairs found his carelessness rude and unnecessary.
     
    “Old man,” he murmured to himself as he walked on to his
room to grab his unwashed pants. One leg already in, he stopped for a moment to
listen to the mysterious noise coming from his parents’ master’s bedroom which
happened to be above his. 
     
    “Did I leave the windows open?” he asked himself as he
suspected a thief broke into their house through the open windows. Earlier this
morning, he took some documents from his parent’s bedroom to send to Fiji as
requested by them. He reckoned they were planning to adopt a baby and bring it
here to America. They probably couldn’t wait to have a grandchild as Thom was
taking his time to settle down. 
     
    He kicked his pants away, not wanting it to be ripped
just in case he had to shape-shift into a werebear again to fight that intruder
upstairs. He grabbed the towel and made his way up through the stair. As quiet
as possible, he managed to reach his parents’ room without drawing much
attention to his arrival.
     
    “Chillax, don’t kill him, okay?” he motioned his hands up
and down in rhythm with his breathing…
     
    The thief was heedless that his, or rather, her end was
nigh. Thom kicked the door open, making the entire house tremble again. In the
naked artificial light, the thief’s back faced Thom and without warning, he
lifted the thief up from the floor and chucked her over the bed, but the thief
landed on the mattress.
     
    He sieged toward the thief and pulled her over to face
him.