A timid heiress and a billionaire

t I reached out and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up. Usually, I didn't give a fuck about no one's feeling but I found myself making her feelings a priority. The way

ing to the text messages that I had missed. "Anyway, lover boy, my father is mad as hell and said for you to call him asap. Oh, and some stuff I guess you ordered is in your room." "Aight, thanks." My head went from spinning to pounding now. "I'm leaving. I have to go meet with the event planner for Skilla's welcome home party that I'm glad you're going to be here for. It's next weekend. I'm throwing something small for his family at the crib and then we going to bring out the city for you, Skilla, and my dad's new club." "Man, you know I don't party. My nigga knows what's up when he hit the bricks, I'll be right there but I aint partying." Skilla was coming home from doing a five year bid and I couldn't be happier. Skilla, my uncle, Azaria, and my shadow were the only ones I could trust and even my shadow was questionable since even that bitch would leave if it caught the right light. After Azaria left, I went into the room and went through the stuff that was delivered. After searching the bags for key items, I pulled them together and made my way to Adora. She was still sleeping peacefully, and I was tempted to get back in the bad with her. placing the items on her bed I tried to leave as quietly as possible. What the fuck was wrong me? Realizing how fucking weird I looked, I opened the door up as far as I could and slammed that bitch. Fuck her sleep! It was mid-day and had her ass not been playing Get Out, she wouldn't be sleepy. I could hear her saying something but I ignored her. After I finished showering and was dressed, I made my way over to Adora's room. Her ass had better be ready to roll out. The hotel suite had me paranoid as fuck. I didn't like not being able to monitor everything around me. I had my guards but still they could always slip up like they did last night. Had I not gotten the call that she was out the room while I was downstairs then she would have been free. Bang! Bang! Bang! "I'm not coming out the room dressed like this. So call who ever picked this out and tell them to send something else." When I tried pushing the door open, I realized that she had it locked. I was already running late so I didn't have time to negotiate with her. Stepping back but before I could make my next move that she would regret, she snatched open the door with a screwed up face, causing the smell of her sweet scent to fill my nose. She had used the perfume I ordered for her. Good girl, I thought. She had already had a natural sweet scent but the Gucci Blossom just intensified it. I looked her up and down and had to admit she looked eatable. She wore a pair of white, pink, and black off white brand sneakers. Hot pink cut up shorts that hugged her thighs and had the curve of her ass on full display. I started to tell her to take them off because I would kill any nigga that thought they could look at her; but then again I loved the sight in them and no nigga was crazy enough to look at any female that was with me. The white gallery department t-shirt hugged her curves and fitted to her frame. She had her hair pulled up into a tight bun. She looked perfect but something was missing. I reached around my neck and took off one of the chains I wore. Without warning I spun her around and placed the chain around her neck, making a mental note to call my jeweler. "Why do you want to embarrass me like this? I get it that you don't like me but why would you want to make a joke out of me? We both know I shouldn't wear things like this." Hearing her say those things had me hot as fuck. Why was baby girl's confidence so low? The look on her face had my heart stuck in my throat. I wanted so bad to reach out and hold her and tell her how beautiful she was. Who the fuck did this to her? When I find out I'm going to kill them and whoever birthed they miserable asses. There was no reason that someone as beautiful as her didn't know it. She was still turned around so I inched closer to her and wrapped my arm around her waist, rubbing the little pouch that she had, feeling her breathing halt. With my free hand I lifted her chin up. "You look beautiful, Adora... now let's go." I could feel her about to protest but she didn't; all she did was grab the Gucci book bag I had got her and walked out the door. As we waited for the valet to bring the car around, I kept stealing glances at her and each time I did, I saw that her head was down again. Each time I saw that I reached across and picked it back up. Once we got in the car I decided to pick her thoughts a little bit. Today I was driving myself around and having my detail follow us. If I was being honest, I really didn't like having a driver. I didn't like the fact that someone could control my destiny with just their hands and feet. "Why you don't like your outfit?" "It's too much. I usually don't wear color or anything this short. I feel exposed." "Why not? It's almost 90 degrees out. You would have burnt up in all black." "Black makes me feel smaller--" "Man shut up! Black makes you look like you're miserable and like a criminal. Only time I wear black is when I'm doing something God doesn't approve of. You're too pretty. You need to wear bright colors. They look good on you." "Why do you keep giving me compliments when you know it's not true? We both know if you had seen me out in the street and an IG model was standing next to me, you would pick the IG model. So please don't act like I'm your type." Her moods were so hot and cold. One minute s