Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Anabelle had imagined a happily ever after scene for her parents. She had imagined they would be lovey-dovey with each other after they returned from their honeymoon, but the reverse was the case.

They were fighting, she could see it even though they tried hard to hide it from her. How would they give her a baby sibling if they fought like this - if only Anabelle knew that was the reason for the fight in the first place.

To make matters worse, Reina's mother died and it seemed pretty serious since her parents hardly got home and hurried over there - probably to comfort her. She thought.

And yes, she had visited there early in the morning but the disconsolate mood there was suffocating. Even the triple trouble didn't dare to misbehave seeing how temperamental Reina was at the moment. So she returned home. 

But right now, she was bored out of her mind. She couldn't call Isabella since she'd be busy looking after her siblings. Sigh, if only she had a sibling to look after, it would have been much better. 

Suddenly Anabelle thought of someone - which was strange - why was she thinking of him of all people? 

"Whatever," she threw her pride aside and called up the asshole. It was better than staying alone all day. 

"What is it?" He asked with a seemingly annoyed voice. 

"Ugh, must you always be grumpy?" she groaned. 

"Only towards you," Was his reply

Anabelle rolled his eyes, like that would stop her from asking anyway. 

"Why do you bother me?" He was sensible enough to ask. 

"I'm bored," 

"Go find a playmate then," 

Anabelle made a mocking face, what had she expected from him anyway?

"Are you for real? Can't you be - " 

"I'm your master, not your playmate," He interrupted her. 

"Thank God the contract would be ending in two days, how relieved I am," She rubbed her happiness all over his face. 

"And so?" 

"Shouldn't you take advantage of our short time together? Have fun, you know, as if tomorrow doesn't exist?"

"What are you suggesting?" he asked. 

"Dude, I just told you I'm bored. Anything fun would be fine," she said without thinking it through. 

"Anything fun?" 

She sensed the evil intention in his tone and realized she had fallen straight into his plan. Good going, Anabelle. 

"Fine, I'll be in your place soon," He said and hung up on her. 

"Asshole," She called him yet hopped down the bed singing, "What to wear? What to wear?" 

Anabelle combed through her closet and finally settled on a pair of pink cargo pants with a crop hoodie with a drawstring and the letter "Friday Feels good" printed on it. She curled her hair and was just applying lipstick on her lips when it finally dawned on her.

Why was she applying makeup? She was just going to have fun with that asshole, that wasn't even her boyfriend - not that she was wishing he was her boyfriend anyway. That player would never do it. 

So Anabelle tossed the makeup to the side, he doesn't deserve looking pretty for when all he would do would be to irritate her for the rest of the day - at the least, it would be fun. 

Not long after, the sound of a motorcycle pulling over outside rang out and she instinctively knew it was him. Anabelle didn't even know when she ran outside. She was excited to leave this place, not to see him - note the difference. 

Anabelle stopped short when she saw Julie. God, he looked so bad boyish. 

Julie was dressed in black leather with a white shirt underneath, blue jeans, and brown boots. His hair was tousled and flew with the wind while the tattoo he had on his shoulder peeked out as he bent over his bike to examine something. Gosh, he looked so good she wanted to eat him up. Crap, where did that dirty thought come from? Eww. 

"You're here?" Julie heard a pleasant voice say and didn't need to glance up to know it belonged to his irritating servant. 

He looked up and froze. Why did she suddenly look good? Julie stood still and didn't even realize when he vomited, "You look beautiful," 

"Huh?" Anabelle's brow arched, surprised. That was a first. 

That expression from Anabelle must have brought Julie's senses back around because he quickly said, "I mean the clothes look good, not to you wearing the clothes. You get the point?" 

Anabelle faked a smile to him, speaking through gritted teeth, "Give me one good reason why I haven't clawed out your eyes yet?" She showed him her long manicured nails to prove her point. 

"Get that weapon away from me?" He slapped her hand away and she scowled at him. Asshole! 

Then Julie got on his bike, swinging his long leg over the other side as he settled down comfortably, "Are you coming or not?" 

Anabelle gave him the middle finger to show she was still pissed off with him, yet she got on the powerful bike. The bike was quite beautiful. 

Her hands went around his waist and she held on tight. However, her hands touched his toned chest and she couldn't help but tighten her grasp, tactically feeling that hard abs - that feels good? 

Julie's brows furrowed together, what was that little witch doing? Although he could simply scold or take her hands off, he surprisingly let her be. Those touches were soothing, he wanted more... Wait a minute, what the hell was he thinking?

"Hey," He turned to her, "I know you've not touched a guy's abs in your entire life but could you stop taking advantage of me?" 

"What?!" Anabelle almost spat blood. What in the world even made her associate with this douche? Ah yes, she remembered, it was all Isabella's fault! 

"Hey, you're not even half as handsome as Pedro?" 

"Pedro? Oh, You mean Pedro, that chicken ex-boyfriend that's now together with your cousin Isabella who is technically my fiancée?" Julie shook his head sympathetically, "Wow, You have one dysfunctional family," 

"Still, Pedro is well mannered and I'll choose one of him over hundreds of you in this life and the next life to come. Now take me out of here!" She spat spit on his face in her outburst. 

Julie simply wiped his face clean slowly and said in a slightly humorous tone,

"Yes, my lady, "

He faced his front and turned the ignition to the on position before saying to her," Well, hug me all you want since this might be the first and last time you'd touch me this freely. Those abs can't be found anyway else," 

Anabelle was so vexed by his smug expression that she let go of his waist, yelling "Hey!" She was boiling, "Just because you're handsome doesn't mean you are the - !" 

Anabelle was still saying when Julie cranked the bike up and before she could react, revved it so suddenly that she almost fell off had her hands not reacted instinctively and held onto his waist. 

"You crazy guy!!" Anabelle screamed with all her might, "You almost killed me!!" 

"Then I'll bury you, end of the story," He simply said. 

She gasped, how could he be so heartless. It was at that moment that Anabelle remembered to ask, "Where are you taking me?" 

"To a place where your organs would be harvested," 

"What?!" 

"The look on your face is priceless, you believed that?" He chuckled, "You wanted fun, right? I'm only giving you one?" and in the next few minutes, Anabelle was screaming. In terror. 

"Ahh!!!!!!!" Her screams were drowned out by the wind hitting on their faces. This mad man was driving against the speed limit and she couldn't keep up with him.

"I'm going to die! I don't want to die! I can't die at this age," Anabelle cried out loud throughout the journey until God touched Julie's heart and he finally stopped. 

Anabelle didn't even wait for him to pack the bike properly and got off in a haste, nearly injuring herself in the process. She bent over the nearest street gutter and began to throw up. That ride had made her sick to the stomach

"Are you okay?" Julie came over to her, a concerned look on his face. He never thought she would take this hard - he had done it for fun.

"No, don't touch me!" Anabelle hissed, glaring daggers at him, and turned back to the gutter when the urge came over. 

By the time she was done, Anabelle had thrown up everything she had for breakfast that morning. Done, she slumped on the floor, staring up at the sky. 

"Anabelle, would you mind sitting up. People are watching," Julie was concerned over his image. 

But the girl in question ignored him, instead, Anabelle began to laugh - a long hysterical laughter like someone who's finally lost it. However, that laughter soon broke into tears as she wailed like a baby. 

"Anabelle, don't do this to me," The boy pleaded, scratching his head nervously as people were beginning to give him weird stares while pointing fingers at him. 

With no choice left, Julie got down to his knees and pulled her into a hug, "Fine, I'm sorry," He admitted his mistake, "I won't scare you like that again," Julie comforted her, rubbing her back soothingly. But there was something wrong with him, why was his heart hurting for her?