Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

“Nothing, I’m not hungry. And ummm…” I so did not want to have this conversation. It would mean I was settling in here.

“I’ll get you cereal, at least, so you have something in your stomach. I’ll get you some more clothes to wear. What do you like to eat in the mornings? What are your favorite foods? What do you like to drink?”

Her phone rang before I could respond and she picked it up, “Yes sir?” she mouthed the name Azriel to me.

I backed away from her and walked through the kitchen to the dining room where there were patio doors. I took my coffee out to the patio.

A moment later she came out, “He says I should bring you grocery shopping. We’ll go after your coffee and breakfast. He had this delivered for you.” She passed me an Apple iPhone box. The shrink-wrap was loose.

I put it on the table and held my lips tight together.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll make you something. At least have some cereal? Open it. There’s a message.” She disappeared into the house.

“Cereal’s fine; thanks.” There was a black iPhone and when I turned it on, there was a text message alert. I opened the text, which said it was from “A”.

“Keep this phone with you at all times in case I need to reach you. It only dials to me and won’t make any other calls. I’ll be home @10-11. Behave.”

I said ‘Whatever’ aloud then I put it down. I liked my phone. My Blackberry. I didn’t know where my Blackberry even was. Why did I have to use this phone?

I wanted to throw it in the pool accidentally on purpose.

Rosita came out with a bowl of cereal for me.

“Sugar Crisp?” I asked.

She smiled, “Is that okay?”

I hadn’t had a bowl of Sugar Crisp since my Mom had……

I started to bawl. Like ugly cry hard. The last time I’d cried this hard was at her funeral.

Rosita sat down and wrapped her arms around me and let me howl it out. Damn but it felt good to wail. I think I went on for 15 minutes until I was doing that stuttered breathing thing.

She just let me. She just sat with me and patted my back and stroked my hair and let me cry it out.

She was about the age my Mom would’ve been if she hadn’t died. God, I missed having a mother. It’d been a long time since I’d cared to remember my mother. I thought if I let her memory wither away into dust, the pain would go away too.

How wrong was I?

The pain had just gotten worse. The memory of her loss now stronger than ever.

Azriel’s POV

My phone rang, interrupting a meeting — a meeting that was dragging on enough as it was and I didn’t need something else slowing it down. It was Rosita. I declined the call. Then I got a sinking feeling about Claire.

I had seen her in my bed that morning and it’d stirred something in me that I couldn’t put my finger on. She’d been asleep in my shirt, the blankets kicked off, giving me a raging hard-on.

She’d been on my side of the bed, snuggled in to my pillow. I wondered if the only reason she stayed cuddled up against me at night instead of rolling away was because I was on her preferred side of the bed.

But seeing her in my shirt just hit me hard. I had to stop myself from climbing on top of her. I got a quick shower and had left before she woke up. I was about to call back and then Rosita called again.

“Excuse me,” I said to Andre and to the three men I was sitting with, brokering a deal for a very lucrative upcoming construction project.

I answered and stepped away, “What is it?”

“That girl just spent twenty five minutes crying on my shoulder like her life was over. She won’t talk, just keeps crying. What are you doing to her?”

The f**k?

I ended the call without a word. For f**k sakes. Few people in the world dared to talk to me that way. Unfortunately, Rosita was one of them.

My head was barely in the rest of the meeting. Thankfully, Andre picked up the slack. By the time it was over I knew that Rosita and Claire would be out shopping. I called Earl to check in and make sure everything was okay.

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Earl was on the phone, “Yes, Sir. No, no problems, Sir. Yes, Sir. Right, Sir. Fine, Sir. Bye, Sir.”

f**k off and die, Sir, I thought to myself, or so I thought but I guessed I had actually muttered it aloud and Earl was staring at me with a funny little smile on his face.

I tried to smile back, I definitely blushed. I was grateful I wasn’t being babysat by one of the burly men, burly number one who’d carried me up to my room the other time or burly number two, Azriel’s very intense angry brother.

I guess I kind of liked Earl so far. He seemed nice. He had kind eyes. As kind and nice, I guess, as a guy can be who’s helping another guy hold me prisoner.

As my neck was coming around to face forward after smiling at him, my eyes widened in shock when I noticed Lily, my best friend who was supposed to be back home strut by very close to me in the next aisle.

Her eyes flitted to me, silently telling me something before reverting back to the fruit section. It took me a moment to realize that she’d subtly told me to meet her in the restroom in sign language.