A timid heiress and a billionaire

ad called Niyah on facetime to keep me company. I was appreciative for the new iPhone because being in the house by myself was starting to get to me. Besides Stone and Azaria, I was basica

I was in this situation to begin with, no matter how good he felt to me-his type was off limits. He stood in the doorway giving me enough space to walk past him. I held my breath as I made my way pass him, trying not to inhale his sent because I knew if I did, it would break down my forcefield. When he slapped my ass and then grabbed a hand full of it, I gasped then jumped, making me quicken my pace to the door. I could hear Khozen laughing at me as I walked. When I got to the car Khozen stopped me before I was able to touch the knob. "Ma, don't disrespect me like that." When he opened the door for me my voice got caught in my throat. The threat of tears burned my eyes. In the passenger seat was the biggest set of roses that I had ever seen. I picked them up and stuffed my face into them, inhaling the scent. I had never been given flowers before; this was my first given to me by Khozen. Pulling my head back I noticed two jewelry boxes sitting on the seat. Before I could grab them Khozen picked them up and opened one. My eyes squinted from the brightness of the diamonds. They danced under the glare of the setting sun. It was a smaller version of the Cuban bracelet that he wore around his neck. He grabbed my wrist and put the bracelet on me. Next, he opened the bigger box and in it sat a chain that had an iced out rose dangling from it. He placed it around my neck. The coldness from the diamonds made me shiver. "What does the rose mean?" I asked while running my fingers across the pendent. "It means even though it has thorns it's still beautiful. Something you will realize about yourself soon." I wanted to press the issue more but he just smiled and helped me in the car. I noticed it was a different car than the one he had before. This car was a black G Wagon. I knew it was a G Wagon because I saw all the popular girls on Instagram having them. I didn't see this as a car that Khozen would own; it was a little sassy but then I thought about it, he probably was just renting it because he didn't live here. I dreamed of the day that my cake business would take off and I was able to buy a car like the one I currently sat in. As we rode I noticed that Khozen kept the same song on repeat. It was Search and Rescue by Drake. After the song looped for the 3rd time I finally started listening to the words and wondered was it a message to me. ♫ I need someone that will be patient with me Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look They don't even need to be as famous as me I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be (I-I-I'm) But deep down I think about you all day, mami I know I'm a pitbull, but dale, mami I just wanna take you on a holiday, mami Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, mami ♫ "FOR SOMEONE who complained all week about getting out you sure are sitting there like you don't want to be out. We can go back to the crib. I can find a lot for us to do there." Khozen broke the silence as he turned the music down. I looked at him strangely because how did he know I'd been complaining about being in the house? Maybe Stone overheard one of my many conversations with Niyah and reported back to him and that's why he was here. Stone was always close but yet far. He was a man of few words but out of all the security I had, he spoke to me the most. Over the few days that Khozen was gone he made sure my every need was meet. "It's not that I didn't want to go out, it's that I'm confused about all of this." "What confuses you, ma?" "I'm thankful for what you have done for me but at the same time, I must remind myself that at any time you can come in the house and kill me because your uncle said so. The next is the strange attraction that I have to you that I'm not supposed to have." He swayed his head from side to side as if he was juggling the weight of my words. I waited for a reply but there was none. He just turned the music back up and kept his eyes on the road. Once we got to the restaurant, I anticipated seeing people but there were none. The restaurant was empty besides a table in the center of the floor. There was tall pillars of pink roses decorating the walls. I was amazed by all the effort he put in for me. But why? I didn't deserve none of this especially from a man like him. After pulling out my chair Khozen sat opposite me. I pretended to look at the menu to avoid talking to him. Every now and then I could see him steal glances at me. To the naked eye we looked like a couple that was on a painful blind date. "Greetings, what can I get you to drink tonight?" The attractive waitress asked. She was mainly talking to him. Lust filled her eyes as she looked from the note pad to him. Instead of answering her he gestured for me to go first. "I'll take a water." Khozen chuckled as he shook his head displeasingly. "Sir, what would you like?" Satisfied she turned her starving attention to him, I took a good look at her; she seemed like she was his type. Slender and pretty. She thirsted for Khozen to even glace at her, and I was waiting for him too, but he kept his gaze intensely on me. "I'll take a bottle of D'usse and a water I guess." He said the last part mimicking my voice. "Do you know what you want to order or do you need more time?" The waitress shifted her weight from one side to another. I guess she wasn't used to being ignored so it annoyed her. "I'll have the Caesar salad." The waiter gave me a look as if she was waiting for me to say something else, but I learned from the few dates that King and I went on that I should always get the salad. One time we went to Applebee's and when I tried to order a burger, King told me the last thing I should be eating in public was a burger. I'll never forget the embarrassment I felt as he verbally attacked me in the restaurant. When he saw how ashamed I was, he didn't care, telling me I should have been ashamed at how I embarrassed him instead. I didn't want to embarrass Khozen the same way. "Will that be all?" "Hell no, that won't be all... that was cute but get her the crusted parmesan chicken with mashed potatoes and broccoli. As for me, bring the Prime Beef Tenderloin and a side of mashed potatoes and spinach, a nigga got anemia so tell them heavy on the spinach." He spoke while looking directly at me. I put my head down to avoid his glare. As soon as the waitress was gone I did a quick look around to see if any of his guards were present but I didn't see anyone, knowing him they were close by. I thought about my words because anything I might say could result in two ways and one of the ways was me ending up dead. "Why did you change my order? That wasn't necessary. I was fine with a salad." "I don't lie to you so don't lie to me. You have eaten one time today and it was toast, some eggs, and an orange. Your stomach basically been speaking Spanish, growling over there, and your ass want to come to this expensive restaurant and eat a Caesar salad. Ma, stop playing on my top for real. Now it's my time to ask the questions, why did your order it? And if you lie to me then me and you going to be into it." I started to bite my bottom lip because I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell him the reason, but I didn't want pity from him. I watched as he drummed his manicured fingers on the table, waiting for me to answer. "Whenever I go out with my man-" "That nigga isn't your man." He declared before slamming his fist into the table. "I don't want to hear the rest because I don't want to find the nigga and blow his head off. Actually, let me hear the rest." He motioned with his hand for me to keep talking. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "When we went out one time I ordered a burger and he said that I embarrassed him because as big as I was, I shouldn't be eating a burger. That why I ordered a salad. I didn't want to embarrass you further. You brought me to an empty restaurant just so-" "I brought you to an empty restaurant because I suffer from shoot a nigga syndrome and the first nigga that want to play crazy looking at what's mine, I'm going to kill his ass. Plus, I wanted to get to know you. What you said back at the house you're right, you shouldn't like a nigga like me. However, I can't get you out of my head... when I look into your eyes I see a story that's waiting to be read. I keep trying to pull away, but I can't. So I brought you here to see what's in your head with the hope that it would turn me away and I'll quit." "You should quit. I can't see myself falling for you because outside of me already being in a relationship, I can't fall for your type. You want to sit up here li