Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Anabelle didn't need to drag Julie out of the club, she simply grabbed her phone, purse and took her leave and he followed after her without a second thought.

"Get in, I'll drive you," Julie told her, knowing she was kind of pissed at him. 

He didn't mean to be an ass but he didn't like that man called Alec. Julie had tracked her down to the club after he failed to meet up with the show. He didn't intend to miss the show but he was keeping Anabelle safe as one of his business associates had tried to threaten him with her. 

So he ended up teaching the man a lesson that no one joked about what was important to him. Unfortunately, before Julie was done with his lessons, he was late and the show ended before his arrival.

It was at the club he then found her and at that moment heard loudly another male crushing on his woman - it didn't help matters that the asshole was handsome. What if Anabelle falls for his looks? He knew how stupid that sounded, but then, he couldn't help but get jealous. The thought of that man looking at Anabelle with affection stirred his blood.. He was the only one supposed to look at Anabelle that way.

It had taken Julie everything not to go over to the table and lift him up by his collar. But Anabelle saved his ass by heading to the restroom and he followed her closely without her even noticing. The skills of stealth were second nature to him.

For someone who claimed to be security conscious, Anabelle was completely oblivious to his presence - another reason he had to keep his enemies away. And then she smiled at the mirror and Julie didn't need a prophet to tell him she was thinking over those words from that asshole.

Julie knew Anabelle, after all, he dated her for twelve years and understood her like the back of his hands. Anabelle was blushing and it was not because of him but someone else.

At that moment, Julie realized what fear was - he was scared that Anabelle had really fallen for another person. So instead of being mad at her for thinking of another man, he was mad at himself for almost losing her.

And then he kissed her passionately in the restroom, as if trying to assure himself that she was still very much in love with him. Even when she struggled against him, he didn't want to let go, because he wanted to prove to her that he was the one for her.

"I don't need you driving me home," Anabelle retorted, already heading to the spot where she parked her own car.

Julie didn't even say a word, he simply went over to Anabelle who stepped back from him. She yelped when Julie suddenly lifted her off her feet without warning and dropped her over his shoulder like a bag of rice.

"Julie!"

Anabelle screamed and tried to wriggle out of his tight grip but all he did was smack her on the bottom, "Stay still," He ordered her and that made her eyes widen as she began to curse at him.

"You f*cking son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you once you let me down, asshole!" 

"So much better, you look hot when you swear," He said, right before he dumped her in the front seat and got in before she could think of escaping.

Anabelle glared at Julie and for the second time in a day, he was giving her another reason to be pissed at him. Or maybe, this was all because she was already pissed at him. She just wanted space from him.

"Let me out!" She hissed at him through gritted teeth as the intensity in her gaze magnified.

"Move me," Julie nonchalantly replied, eyes focused on the road knowing there was nothing she could do to him. When it came to show of strength, Anabelle didn't even hold a candle to him.

If it was Isabella, he would have second thoughts about locking them together else she causes them to have an accident. Who didn't know Isabella was crazy? But Anabelle was normal. He had nothing to worry about.

Anabelle was very, very angry. However, there was nothing she could do to escape him. Julie was stronger than her and would catch her even if she successfully slips out of here. But then, there was another thing she was good at and that was bothering one to death. 

She huffed, "So you think you've won, right? With your masculine toxicity?" 

"I know what you're trying to do and trust me, it wouldn't work on me," Julie looked at her, "Have you forgotten that I know you for twelve years?" 

Anabelle laughed, "Thanks for that because that means you know what I look like when I'm angry," 

"Yeah, a tigress with sheathed claws. You're so cute, love," He winked at her. 

Anabelle's face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. God, no, she couldn't be with him. She had no more room to accommodate his apologies, they had to fight it out this time! 

"Send me home, " Anabelle told him. 

"You're coming home with me," Julie told her instead. 

"Heck! No! I am not stepping a foot into that place where you would only leave me when the morning comes. I'm done satisfying your sexual gratification!" She stood her ground. 

"You should know the only place I consider a home and Anabelle, you should know already that I never meant to leave that morning. I had no choice," 

Anabelle smirked at him and that gradually became a sneer, "Well guess what? I do have a choice and that means get me the fuck to my parent's place!" her tone was resolute. 

"Sorry, Anabelle, but I'm taking away that choice," Julie informed her and she could only growl at him. 

Julie knew once he let go of Anabelle tonight, their fight would not tarry till God knows when. Anabelle might not be as strong as Isabella but she's as resilient as a bed bug. 

Silence reigned between them as Anabelle chose to look out through the other side of the window. She didn't care how long this fight lingered on, but Julie was getting it from her this time; she was done being lenient. 

When they reached his place, Anabelle didn't react and even when he opened the door for her to step down, she turned the other way with her arms wrapped across her chest. Yes, she was trouble tonight. 

"Anabelle get down, please," He asked, pinching the space between his brows. 

"Send me home!" Anabelle retorted, her entire body language spoke of trouble. Tonight would be a long one for the both of them. 

Julie sighed, "You do know you're being childish right now?" 

"Oh really?" she rolled her eyes, "I decided to confront my boyfriend for failing to keep his appointment and he thinks I'm childish?" She was offended by his comment. 

"You know that is not what I mean," Julie was really tired. He had a lot of shit to deal with today and the last thing he needed was Anabelle adding to his problems. 

"You know what?" Julie threw his hands up, "Do whatever you want. You can return home or choose to stay here," Julie said and entered the house to Anabelle's bewilderment. 

What the hell just happened? Anabelle was bewildered. That was not the reaction she needed from Julie. It was akin to her opponent giving up on their fight without even trying. Oh no, he doesn't! She wouldn't let him be tonight. 

Perhaps her drink from earlier made her gutsy but Anabelle was in the mood for some violence. She was done shying away from fights and choosing peace. Tonight, violence was cooking and all hell would be let loose. 

So Anabelle strode after Julie knowing he would be in the living room. This was George's place, Julie had chosen to keep the place even though he was hardly home. This was the only connection he had with his grandfather after his death and wouldn't sell it for anything in the world. 

Julie was in the living room and had just taken off his shirt, leaving his torso bare when someone suddenly pushed him on the back. He shut his eyes and didn't need to guess, it was his troublesome girlfriend. 

"Is that all you have to say?!" Anabelle yelled as he slowly turned to her. Infuriated by his lack of response, she pushed him on the chest once again and Julie let her be as he stumbled back. 

Anabelle was looking for trouble, he would not give her one. 

"Say something!" She screamed and pushed him hard once more on the chest.

But this time, Julie held her hand and shouted at her face, "What do you want me to say, huh?!" 

"You said you were going to make it to the show!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. 

"Well, I couldn't!" He shouted back, "I tried all I could and yet I couldn't make it on time and you know that all I was going to do was apologize to you! But you didn't even give me the chance to apologize!"