The Billionaire's Kept Woman

"I found her." He uttered as he flipped on the photos that he kept for years.

She was beautiful wearing the academy uniform, with a smile on her face. One of the exclusive schools in the city. He pulled out his phone and called the phone that he bought for her. It was ringing and after a few rings she answered it in a sleepy voice.

"Did I wake you up?"

"I-"

"Don't dare to leave the villa without my permission. There are lots of bodyguards around the villa."

"Okay." She still sounds so sad. Though he doesn't want that. "Uhm, I-I just wanted to go back to work."

"I am providing you everything you need. Don't even think about it."

"But I don't want you to provide me anything. I have work and I earn from it."

"Don't be stubborn, Keira. Rest. I'll be there before you know it." He hung up without saying anything goodbye.

He might be too cold to her. That's because he's angry at what she did. What goes in her head to sell herself in the auction. If he doesn't find it out sooner, he'll be doomed.

Keira, stubborn as always. He grinned and suddenly it disappeared when he remembered clearly what happened that day. The day that they both can't reach each other. He didn't know at this moment why she never recognized him. The fact that he took advantage of everything just to get her was enough to protect her and make her remember him again.

Alessandro did something that would make her angry. Marriage. He made her sign a marriage contract and other details that are needed to get a marriage license after he took her innocence. He promised her to have it and marry her back when they were too innocent. This time, he had that promised fulfilled.

He remembered that night, it was full of passion and there's no way that he hurt her so much.

He took out the box that contained two rings. It was supposed to be their wedding rings but it seemed like she had no idea what she signed.

He attended meetings and work all day. Didn't expect the time. He picked a few papers and told his secretary Emerald Ross to pack it. Since his secretary is unmarried, he is dedicated to his work to him. He's the little boss of his big company. Using his chopper, they reach the villa without any hassle. He got his own helipad on the villa and he took the briefcase.

He went to his room, finding her already sleeping on the big king bed. He glanced at the video that is played in a lower sound. He forced her to watch it so she could learn something but it turns out it makes her fall asleep. He took a quick shower and lay on bed, hugging her from behind.

He watched the couple doing lewd things from the television. He turned his head to her. Seeing her wearing such thin clothing, her breast molding made him want her. Never in his life has he had a big attraction like this.

Those years with her are his treasure that he always kept. They are both attracted and in love with each other. And it has to be the tragedy that breaks them apart. He turned off the big television on the wall and watched her breathing. Now that he has her, he won't let anyone take her away from him.

He went to the table and poured himself some whiskey and he opened the balcony as he watched the fireflies around the biggest tree in his villa. He takes her away from people just to save her. Only a few people knew about his villa. Not even his father or his step-mother knew about it. He finished the glass and walked back to bed, finding her sitting up and looking at him dazed.

Without a word, she strode to the bathroom. He waited on the bed until she came and was thinking if she had to sleep on his side. He patted the bed and she did sit down still hesitating.

"Go back to sleep." He demanded as he lay down on the right side and waited for her.

"W-why, can I have my own room?"

"No. You are my woman; you have to sleep in my room. Our room. Remember the contract you signed two nights ago?" She was about to say something again but he pulled her down and straddled her. He delicately kisses her lips. He smirked when she participated in his kiss. She can't deny the attraction between them. "You can visit your mom tomorrow, then you'll go shopping." She gaped on what he said. "I only wanted the best for my woman." He stroked her hair. "Go back to sleep."

"Why?"

"Why-what?" he lay beside her and propped his elbow on the pillow, leaning his head on his palm.

He must know that he looked so damn attracted at that pose. He could be a model in male's magazine and be nude, and let women and guys drool over his body. Lots of women might throw themselves at him but why would he keep her? Just to be a bed warmer? But a woman like her is on a low price but why would he dare to buy her a big amount?

"Why do you have to buy me for a big amount of money and take care of my mother's bills? Why would you have to keep me here as your prison?"

He smirked and reached her hair.

"Baby, you aren't a prisoner here. You are the Queen of this house. Full of body guards to keep you company and protect you. But still you need the King's permission if you want to go out and shop and waste some money." He said softly.

"Wasting money isn't on my mind." She uttered. He just looked straight at her like he could see her transparently.

"I know."

"But why would you bother?"

"Lots of questions, are you tired? I'm tired but if you're not, let's go take the shower."

"I'm on my period." He reached the leg line of her sexy dress and caressed it, slightly touching her skin. She gasped on what he did. Still, it has a big effect on both of them.

"But we already did it. And I don't really-really care if you are on your period."

"It's gross."

He sneered at her and moved closer to her. She froze when she expected him to kiss her lips but he slightly planted his lips on her chin and down to her chest. 

"How about the movie that you watched?"

"It's disgusting." He grinned at her, breathing on her neck.

"Not anymore. You aren't a virgin anymore." She squeezed her legs. She felt aroused even though she's on her period. Is there s

uch a feeling? "Besides, orgasm will help your cramps to go away." He mumbled.