Entangled with My Billionaire Nemesis

"Your threats don't work on me, Father. The only reason I agreed to do this was because of Mom, and I'll do it on my own time. You can't seriously expect me to drop everything and run just because you said so." I paused, gripping the phone tighter. "Don't call me again, or I'll block you."

I ended the call.

My father had decided to make my life hell. I'd called him one morning and agreed to do whatever he wanted as long as he left my younger brother alone. Since then, he'd been calling me every day, making demands mixed with threats whenever I refused to do what he said.

I sighed in frustration and looked at my wristwatch. It was 6 PM. I debated whether to go home or stop at The Moon's club to hang out with my sworn brothers for a while.

My phone rang again, interrupting my thoughts.

"I swear to God, Father..."

"Boss, she just left the house."

"What?" I said slowly, picking up my phone to look at the caller ID. It was the security detail I'd assigned to my mystery girl.

"What?" I exclaimed again, this time in shock as his message sank in.

"Yes, sir. She's currently walking down the street," he confirmed.

I stood up immediately. "Finally," I muttered, happiness flooding my face.

"I'm coming there right now. Don't let her out of your sight," I said and ended the call, darting out of the building while humming quietly.

"She's at the bookstore across the street," I read when my phone chimed.

I got in my car and sped off, honking repeatedly at slow drivers. With the speed I was going, I was surprised I didn't get pulled over.

I finally arrived. Luckily, I covered what should have been an hour drive in forty-five minutes. I pulled up in front of the bookstore and walked in.

There she was, sitting in a fluffy chair that gently cradled her. She had no makeup on, just lip gloss that made her plump lips look succulent.

Her sharp jawline, paired with flawless skin and a pointed nose, made her small oval face beautiful to look at.

She was perfection.

She was looking down at her phone with complete concentration.

If we were dating, this would have been a good time to take cute candid pictures of her for my lock screen and wallpaper. I fought every urge to actually do it.

I took my eyes off her to observe the place. The store was spacious with shelves for different book genres. I walked past the counter where books were paid for.

A few people were sitting on comfy chairs placed throughout the store, while others were picking up books, giggling with their friends as they debated in hushed tones.

I pretended to search for books and got closer to where she was sitting. I stood behind the shelf closest to her and kept my eyes on her.

My inner demons won because the next minute I found myself pulling out my phone, turning off the shutter sound and flash that would give me away. I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention.

Luckily, everyone was minding their business.

I discreetly took the pictures and put my phone away when I was satisfied with how many I'd taken.

After a while, she wore a playful smirk on her face, stood up, walked past me, and headed toward a bookshelf I'd passed earlier.

She kept muttering things as she looked through the shelves. I glanced up to see the label on the shelf she was searching through and paused.

"Dark romance, huh?" I smirked and watched her squeal with happiness when she finally found the book she was looking for.

I walked past her and left the bookstore, waiting beside my car or more like pacing nervously.

What should I say to make her want to talk to me? I already knew she'd be defensive because of the heartbreak she went through, was still going through. She hadn't even gotten back on her feet yet.

She'd abandoned her company. It had been two weeks already and she hadn't even gone there. It was like she'd given up on everything. The thought of it pissed me off.

You could imagine my surprise when I learned she decided to step out today for a change.

But that aside, with the things I'd done, I wasn't exactly the right person to approach her right now, especially since she wouldn't want someone who would lie to her again.

Come to think of it, how do I tell her that ever since I saw her at the cemetery, I got curious and had Jamie, my sworn brother, dig up all the information he could on her?

That I stalked her so hard I found out she was crying on her father's grave that day because of her ex-boyfriend and secretary? Let's not even talk about the methods I used to get that information.

I also assigned a security detail, a bodyguard to watch her after I learned she'd been staying at her best friend's house. I told him to take extreme measures if necessary to make sure she was safe and out of harm's way. In fact, he personally delivered the pizza she ordered last night.

I kept pacing, lost in my thoughts, when I accidentally bumped into someone. I apologized immediately and looked up.

It was her. Her books had fallen and were scattered all over the floor.