Billionaire Eternity: The Alpha Billionaire Romance Complete Series (3 Full-Length Box Sets Included): An Alpha Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Anna Collins

  "I am going to the office and you two naughty kids don't even dare to plan anything. Freya you will take proper rest and Rick you will take care of her," she commanded and went out.

  After Kate had walked out of the door, Rick again looked at me "now what? Plan cancel?"

  Chapter 7

  Robert

  "No need to send me the hard copy, send me an email right away. I will watch it over night" I cut the call. Loosening my silk black tie I stepped inside my house. Thankfully the day had been so exhausting that I could not get a minute to myself.

  Wait a minute, there was something wrong with my house. I had given strict orders to all my servants, it was their duty to turn on all the lights after evening then why was the amount of light so low today? Only the small ceiling lights were kept on, the major tube and hanging lights were off. Yes, the half dark half light look brought a different kind of feel, but that was not important. The main thing was that they had disobeyed me.

  As a natural instinct, I was about to raise my voice to rebuke them, but I felt too tired to create a scene and probably everyone had slept. Ah, leave it, I'll deal with them tomorrow. For the moment, all I wanted was a glass of chilled beer.

  "Can someone get me a drink?" I said, still standing in the drawing room.

  "Here, take this" a soft voice hit my ears. The voice immediately soothed my ears, but when she came in front of me carrying a glass of what it appeared to be a lime juice, I was shocked as hell.

  I saw her, it was FREYA. There was no way she could be here in my house. Then I realized that maybe my brain was so tired from the day's work that it was hallucinating. Her face and voice which previously just came as a glimpse in front of my eyes had actually formed a shape.

  I used the chance to gaze at her from top to bottom. Freya was wearing a bright yellow cotton dress. The dress only managed to cover up to her thighs. Jeez, her long wavy hair was left open. It was so long it came up to her hips. Her skin appeared silky smooth and her lips, they looked edible.

  The girl was pure magic; I was already getting hard just by thinking about her.

  Now she had kept the glass of juice on the coffee table and was about to make a move. But I did not want her to disappear from my sight, so I grabbed her hand. Wow man! My hallucination was so damn realistic. She looked disturbed by my touch and was wiggling to get free. I bet next would try to scream and that would break my trance so I covered her mouth with the palm of my hand to stop her from screaming. Yes, now there was no way the trance could break.

  She was throwing her hands roughly at me, I found it pretty disturbing. I kept inching close to her, and as a natural response, she kept moving backward to maintain a distance from my body. Seesh I had never experienced such a real hallucination before. Actually, I had never hallucinated before until I met Freya.

  Now she was pinned to the wall, her brown eyes seemed wider than before, maybe with fear? Whatever, I had nothing to do with that. My only goal was to enjoy her even if it was not for real.

  Ignoring her wiggles of protest, I pressed my hard body on her softness. My one hand was busy in concealing her mouth, so I used the other one and ran my fingers over her bare arms; she was shivering at my slightest touch. For someone whose sleep was filled with nightmares, this was the most soothing dream I had ever seen.

  "You are so soft" I whispered as I bent down to bury my face in the crook of her neck. The press of my body over hers was too much; it had restricted all her movements.

  Enough with the sniffing; now I desperately wanted to kiss those full lips. I removed my hand from her mouth and began caressing her soft lips with my fingers, it was smooth as a rose petal. I was about to meet my lips with hers when she placed a sharp bite on my finger.

  How could I feel the pain of her bite if it was a hallucination? I looked at her then at the bite mark that she had left on my index finger.

  She pushed me away with both her hands. The look of disgust was prominent on her face and her eyes were beaming with hatred.

  She narrowed her eyes, "you are such a pathetic guy, you don't leave anyone, don't you?" she yelled while moving her hand around her body like she was dusting herself. As if my touch had spread several dust particles on her body.

  I rubbed my eyes to confirm my vision.

  "Yo, is it really you?" I asked feeling blindly confused.

  She shrugged "what? You don't even care to know the identity of a girl before raping her?"

  "Rape? Are you out of your mind?" I shouted.

  She had that I-can-kill-you look pasted on her face.

  I tried to calm down "now tell me what are you doing in my house and the bigger question, who let you in?" My loud tone made her shake a bit.

  "What is going on here? Is this a house or a fish market?" Uncle Joe, Liam and some of the servants came out.

  Uncle Joe continued "Robert is this the way to speak to a girl?" and stood beside Freya.

  What was their connection?

  "That's what I'm saying, he is groaning like a buffalo" she complained appearing all innocent.

  I could hear the laughs of Liam and some servants, but stopped immediately as I eyed them.

  "Uncle, what is this raunchy girl doing at my house?" my tone was angry.

  "Hold your tongue Robert, she is my employee, she is the new House manager. I appointed her, so you should behave properly with her" uncle explained which almost sounded like a rebuke.

  Freya was smirking.

  "I don't want to see her face in this house" I turned away, gritting my teeth.

  "Cool, then close your eyes" she tried to sound funny.

  I stepped close to her and she raised her face fearlessly I was about to give it back to her when uncle held my arms "Robert, Freya has told me everything. What you did to her was unfair. She lost her job and her mean landlady threw her out of her apartment. Now this poor girl has nowhere to go," he said.

  I shrugged, releasing my arm from his hold "so what can I do about that? This is my house, not a damn guest house" I snapped rudely.

  "Hey, monster," she patted on my shoulder. I turned back with a how-dare-you-pat-me look on my face.

  She spoke with a challenge in her tone "listen I am not here to beg or live at your mercy. I am here because I am doing a job here. I have no interest in living with the mistake of God".

  Was she referring to me?

  Her speech was not over her "don't need to appear like you have fallen from the sky, I am saying about you. God made a huge mistake by creating you, or are you the devil's son. Lucifer?" her eyes were shooting invisible daggers at me.

  I shook my head, she had made me speechless. There was no way I could counter that. Now she was an employee of the house and was living her rightfully. She was not an intruder whom I could throw out.

  And what was wrong with me? Why was I burning my brain over a silly staff? I needed to shift my focus. Man! I was acting like a villain.

  I shook my head and walked to my room, thinking that a good night’s sleep would make me feel relaxed.

  Freya

  "You don't worry my child, I am there; I will not let him fire you. This house will stay organized if an educated and sensible person like you will manage it" He kept his hand affectionately on my head. For a nanosecond, he reminded me of my father.

  Dad! Why were you so rude to me? Why did you force me to run away from my own house? Gosh, I missed my family, my mom, my little bro. But no worries, once I expose this monster, then I will be famous and dad will be proud of me. Wow, I will be able to get back to my home. I am so rich that I would be able to plan a world-tour with my family.

  "Yipeee!" I cried out of joy.

  "Why are you smiling?" Liam asked me, he had a you-have-lost-it-girl expression on his face.

  I looked around, only to find that everyone except for Liam had left the room. Again, I was day dreaming, God Freya, you and your daydreaming skills. The fruit is not ripe yet and you are planning to eat it.

  "And now you are
sad again, ha-ha, does your expressions keep leaking out?" he joked.

  I smiled sadly "kid, if you were in my situation you would know".

  He immediately protested "hey,I'm not a kid. I turned 17this month" and we both smiled.

  "Okay, big boy" I pulled his cheek. Aw, he was such a cute young boy.

  "Thank God you are here, now there will be someone normal in this house with whom I could talk and share, otherwise you have already seen the 'items' I deal with on a regular basis" he let out a whistle and rubbed his forehead.

  "Ha-ha, well I know about the monster, but your dad seems nice"

  "Nice? He is super nosy. He complains about everyone. I am glad that he likes you. Actually, you are so nice and friendly I wonder why my brother can't see it" he frowned a bit.

  "Because monsters don't have brains or sensitivity they can only destroy"

  "Chill, God! I am afraid that you two might kill each other if left alone. Anyways, see you later bro" Liam raised his hand to offer me a playful fist punch; I returned it in the same way.

  ~

  The room that they had given me was nice and cozy and again the interiors were all black & white. The bed sheet was in baby pink color; thank God I got to see some other color. Maybe the monster was allergic to colors or he could be color blind too. Bloody rapist! I had expected that he would react loudly on seeing me, but I had never expected that he would be all over me at the very first sight. Eeeks he was trying to molest me, what a cheap person, I bet he does not leave anyone. Huh! He had no idea about me; soon he would be searching for clothes to hide his face. Ah, the sight will soothe all my wounds.

  I reminded myself not to feel over confident, I needed to know what he did with those belts, hunters, leashes and those big blades. What else could anyone do with them? This was the equipment used either to injure or to kill someone. The negative vibes and his dangerous blue eyes were notifying me that he was nothing less than a killer. Maybe he was a sadist and got his kicks by hurting people and killing people. Bingo! That was it; he enjoyed killing people both physically and emotionally like he had killed my dreams. But these were just theories I needed solid evidence to prove my point.

  I kept pacing around the room, trying to plot my next move. Just then my phone rang, Rick was calling me.

  "Hey Rick, what's up"

  "Sis, are you settled there?"

  "Yes, my position is solid now. But I don't know what to do next"

  "I read somewhere that people hide their secrets in their walls. So there must be something under those heavy walls of the monster's den"

  "Wow, Rick! That seems like a way out. Tomorrow when everyone will be out of the house, I will call you and once you will be here we will search his room properly to get some clue"

  "Okay sis, but be careful and take care of yourself, bye" and he disconnected.

  ~

  Next morning, at the drawing-room after assigning tasks to all the servants a particular wall attracted my attention. It had a red stain on it, jeez! Was it blood? To confirm my doubt I went near the wall and started tapping it to make us if it was hollow from inside. What if Robert had hidden any dead body inside it? I leaned against the wall, in a hope to listen to something.

  Someone was clearing his throat and my attention diverted. My face immediately went colorless on seeing that dreadful creature.

  He was pressing his lips together, maybe to stop himself from laughing "what exactly are you trying to do miss manager?" he asked.

  I am trying to rip your clothes off, no, no, I could never mean it in a sexual way. There was nothing wrong with my hormones, or with his appearance. God had bestowed him with great looks, a tall frame, dusky skin and nice figure. I envied his eye color; it was deep blue I always wanted to have an eye color like that. Though I had never seen him shirtless, but my eyes could make out that he was hiding a ripped body and washboard abs under his cream-colored business suit.

  Suddenly the realization struck me that I was admiring the body of my enemy. No matter how good looking he seemed from outside I knew he had an ugly heart that cared for no one. He was a monster and I should never forget that.

  Wearing the disturbed expression "what do you want?" I asked.

  "I want you out of this house, but that can't happen because you have used your buttering skills on my uncle" he raged.

  I will rip your head off; I wanted to shout those words on his face, but managed to gulp the rage inside my throat.

  "So till the time you are here, I need you to behave properly. Don't try to act over smart with me. I know you are up to something," he warned.

  Shit! How did he know? Chill Freya he is just throwing an arrow in the air, don't get afraid, I advised myself.

  "OMG! You are so smart. You found out that I am planning world war 3?" I blinked.

  Robert began, "listen..." but I was fast enough to stop him.

  Then I spoke, "you listen, a deaf person always speaks loudly because he thinks that everyone around him is deaf too, same goes for you too. You have dirt in your heart so everyone appears dirty to you. Man, you need help, I can arrange the number of a good psychiatrist for you, you are gonna need that" I faked an expression of concern on my face.

  He squinted his eyes at me and then left.

  I breathed in relief and felt proud of myself. Wow, Freya this is the 2nd time you have shut him up. Good going girl. I patted my shoulder.

  ~

  "Shit, the room is locked" Rick hit his head in frustration.

  "He is too wicked. Maybe he got a hint that someone had entered his room the other day .I have the master key of this house, but it does not work on this room" I frowned.

  Rick looked around "hey can you open his study room? We might get something there," he suggested.

  "Let's try, we have the house to ourselves for the next 4 hours," I said while unlocking the glass door.

  The room was filled with books. Except for a wooden table, some chairs, and a big black statue, there was nothing else in the room. We were wasting our time by roaming around.

  Rick was examining a bookshelf and I was getting hiccups.

  "Sis, please drink some water," he urged.

  "This won't go with water, someone is thinking bad about me. You know my mom told me that you get hiccups when someone abuses you in their mind" I explained, reaching for a bottle of water that was kept on the table.

  "If it was true then Robert Hudson would have died due to hiccups. What sis, you say anything!" he laughed.

  "I don't want him to die, I mean he can die, but after I have taken my revenge" I winked.

  Rick nodded.

  I found a crumpled piece of paper lying on the floor. Out of curiosity, I picked it up, it was not a paper, it was a paper napkin. Someone's phone number was written on it that too with lipstick, I read the name that was written after the number and it spelled ‘Emily’.

  "Rick, look at it" I called him over.

  "Probably this girl had given him her number, but he threw it away, or he has already killed this girl," Rick itched his forehead and I could tell that he was a bit scared.

  "There is an only way to find it out," I said, holding out my cell phone. "I'm calling her," I said and began to press the numbers on the keypad.

  Rick snatched away my phone "what if she is alive? The girl will trace your number," he warned.

  "Dude, I am a journalist, a smart one. I don't do risky things. This is my other phone and the caller ID of this phone is restricted, no one can trace the number" I winked, snatching back my mobile.

  The number was active, it rang and a girl received the call "Emily Wyatt speaking."

  I immediately pressed the end button.

  "Rick, it’s show time" I smiled devilishly.

  Chapter 8

  Robert

  Damn! Nothing was going well in my life. It has been a year and I have done a lot to overtake the Wyatt's telecommunication business but the result is zero. Ben Wyatt was the founder of Wyatt's telecommunicati
ons. The company was 25 years old and had a great reputation in the market. The only problem was the technique of marketing / selling that they were using; it was pretty outdated and as a result, most of the customers were not able to reach their desired product. That old man was very crude and loved to stick to the moral which were gifted to him by his ancestors.

  The main reason he was not selling his shares to me was that he believed I was a bad person. He did not even hesitate to say it on my face. He would only sell his company to a person who had a good business sense and a comprised a clean character. I had even offered him a greater price than the market value, then also he was not ready to sell his company shares to me. I had even tried to befriend her slutty daughter, but nothing was helping. Emily was ready to give all her shares to me, but those 30% was not enough for me, I needed to be the 100% owner.