Owned by the Billionaire

Author:Kira Blakely [Blakely, Kira]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-04T16:00:00+00:00

11

Bonnie

Nash had mentioned that it was a charity gala, which meant that I had to dress appropriately. I had never attended one of these before; consequently, I again had nothing to wear.

On the bright side, I didn’t have an office to go to anymore either, so I could scour the stores for something to wear.

“Think elaborate, show-stopping, sexy,” Nell had said over the phone that morning. I wasn’t sure what any of those words meant, but I was going to take her word for it. Not like Nell knew what she was talking about. How many billionaires-only charity galas had she attended in her lifetime?

Eventually, I bought something that fit my budget and looked remotely decent and I returned home to have a long relaxing bath. I felt like I deserved it for the rollercoaster of emotions I was going to experience that night. It was a given.

Well-bathed, appropriately relaxed… I began getting dressed.

Finally, I stood in front of my mirror, not entirely sure if this classified as being over or under dressed. All I knew was that I was about to fall short somehow.

I’d picked out a burgundy off-shoulder gown, with a mermaid-cut skirt that fell delicately down my hips. It had no embellishments, nothing too fancy, other than that it had a slit down the side so that my left leg was revealed every time I took a step. I kept my hair tied up, in a tight bun with the locks neatly pinned up away from my face. My only accessory was the gold earrings that had once belonged to my mother.

For makeup, I kept it simple; a dark burgundy lipstick to match the dress, and a more neutral look for the rest of my face. I didn’t want to appear over-eager. And now I was worried that Nash was going to regret inviting me to this thing. That was, if he turned up in the first place.

He hadn’t given me a time, and I was ready by seven, sitting on my bed, waiting for a honk downstairs or the ring of the doorbell. He knew where I lived; he had turned up here a few days ago. But the question was whether he had changed his mind.

My phone buzzed beside me and I picked it up, noticing that my fingers were quivering a little now. It was a text message from an unknown number.

Be there in five. Come down, it said, and my heart raced out of control.

I sucked in my gut, smoothened my hair and gave myself the once over. There was nothing left to do but to take the plunge. This was happening. I was going to see Nash again.

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