Page 2 of Possessive Billionaire
I hear the words shouted, even through the door.
Three times distracted.
It really is too much.
I stand up and walk quickly to the door. I don’t often lose my cool, but there’s a lot riding on this meeting. My fists clench by my side. I feel the old rage build inside me. Like an inferno that wants to swallow and destroy everything in its path.
“What the hell–” I swing the door open ready to fire whoever I see first. But the first person I see is a woman. A stranger.
She’s standing in the middle of the room with a gaggle of security guards surrounding her. They have their tasers drawn. But it looks like they’re hesitating to use them.
She looks at me. Even from this distance, I can see the depth in her big, blue eyes. Like a bottomless ocean I want to swim in.
She’s wearing a white dress. Or, at least what once was a white dress. Now it’s kind of brown. It looks like she’s been rolling around in the dirt. There’s a stream of dried blood smeared across the side of her face. The top of her dress is torn. Her breasts are nearly fully exposed.
I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my whole life.
The Picasso in my office doesn’t have shit on her.
“Mason?” she asks, trying to rush towards me, but being stopped by Bruce, my head of security. “Mason Havoc?”
“Yes?” I say, suspiciously. This wouldn’t be the first time someone has tried to approach me with their hands out. It’s part of the package. When you're rich, people assume if they ask nicely you’ll give them anything they want. They're wrong. “And you are?”
“My name is Avery. Avery Spenser.” She looks down at her body. It’s like she’s only just noticing how she looks for the first time. A single tear slides down her cheek and then drops onto her breasts. My eyes zero in on it. I’d like to lick it off and bury my head between her big, perfect round orbs. “My pa, his name was William Spenser. You might now him as Priest?”
“Priest?” The word catches in my throat. I haven’t hear that name in years.
“We’re in trouble, Mr. Havoc. Big trouble.” I push Bruce out the way. She runs into my arms. Her whole body shakes as I hold her. I’ve only just met this woman, but I want to protect her. Ever cell in my body is telling me to keep her safe. To do anything to make sure she faces no harm. She looks up into my eyes. Blood shoots into my shaft. Engorging me like no other woman ever has. “We need your help, Mason. I didn’t know who else to turn to.”
“It’s okay.” I pat her head and kiss her on the side of her face. Even though she’s dirty, she tastes like flowers and grass and everything that’s good in the world. “You did the right thing, Avery. You came to the right place. I’ll take care of it,” I promise, "Everything's going to be okay.”
2
Avery
For the firsttime since the crash, I feel safe. I wasn’t sure if Mason would help me. I’ve never met him before. He’s always just been a character in my dad’s stories. A larger than life action hero who always had his back when it mattered most.
But the look on Mason’s face tells me he’s just the kind of man my daddy always said he was.
A warrior.
A friend.
Someone I can count on when all my chips are down and I don’t have anyone else to turn to.
“Come,” he takes me by the hand and leads me into his office. I follow without saying another word. I’m right where I’m supposed to be. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
A man jumps out of his chair as we enter the room.
He looks familiar. Like I might have seen him on TV.
His hair is shiny and silver and swept back. His suit fits perfectly. There’s a little American flag pinned to his jacket pocket. It sparkles in the sun as I look at him.
“What the heck, Mason?” He looks at me like I’m a piece of dog poo he’s just found on the bottom of his shoe. He doesn’t even have the decency to hide the loathing on his face. “Who is this? What the fuck’s going on?”
Mason lets go of my hand and walks towards the other man. His movements are slow and calm. But there’s a deadly violence in the way he approaches him. It’s like watching a hurricane slowly move across a field. A force of nature you can’t avoid and don’t know how to deal with.
The man tries to back away. Mason follows him until he’s pinned against the wall. His eyes dart from side to side. Sweat runs down the side of his face. He looks like he's about to cry.
