Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

"With who?" I asked. I was pretty sure it was with that blonde hunky guy she was with. Suddenly I remembered that Savanah was also like me, a pet of sort to a billionaire named Mr. Bosworth.

"William," she said.

"William," I repeated. Surely, it was a very common name, right? William Bosworth. A billionaire. Surely, no one I'd know. I wondered though, if James knew the man.

I searched Savanah's pretty face and noted that she didn't look like she was having a hard time being Mr. Bosworth's pet. If anything, she looked better than this afternoon when I had seen her back at the mall.

"What about you?" Savanah asked.

"Oh, me, I'm also out having dinner with--"

I paused. How should I describe James Maxwell to Savanah? Master? Owner? A billionaire I had made a contract with in exchange for my brother's freedom and protection?

I noted she was patiently waiting for me to finish my sentence. I smiled and said, "James."

"Your boyfriend?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No," I said. And internally I wanted to say, 'I wish'.

"You look really pretty in that dress," I compliment.

"Really?" She chuckled. "William bought it for me." She licked her lips. "He bought me lots of clothing because I didn't have any. I mean, I came with nothing on..." She blushed. "I mean... I didn't even know..."

I saw tears brewing in her eyes, and I felt my heart went out to her. I had no idea what was happening to her and what she had gone through but I knew a girl who needed comforting and help when I saw one.

Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tight. That made it worse, and Savanah suddenly started crying her heart out.

"Savanah," I began softly, "it's okay. Calm down. It's okay. Hush now... Dear, dear."

Gosh, I sounded like a mother, I thought. Or an older sister. Yes, I had been through a lot of shits in my life and had craved for human sympathy and comfort as Savanah needed now. But of course, I had had none, and the feelings were lonely and desolating. So in turn it was wonderful for me to be able to offer such priceless support to another girl who was in desperate need of it.

Savanah finally wiped her tears and chuckled in embarrassment. "God, I don't know what came over me," she said. "I don't know... when I saw you I feel like we could be friends and..." She sighed deeply. "Sorry... I'm annoying you, aren't I?"

I shook my head in the negative. "No, not at all. Are you okay? You poor thing, you must have been through a lot."

I took a few Kleenex tissue from the bench top area and dapped around her cheeks carefully, so as not to mess up her beautifully made up face.

Savanah chuckled. "Thanks," she said.

Once she had calm down a little, I couldn't help but asked, "Savanah?"

"Hum?" She responded whilst she was dapping the tissue about her eye area.

"I saw a bodyguard with you this afternoon back at the mall," I said.

She took another deep breath and then tuck her hair behind her ear again. She nodded. "Yes. It was my first time leaving the penthouse since--"

She seemed to be having problem controlling her emotions. I encouraged her by touching her arms to comfort her.

She sighed and continued, "Since I started living with William. Oh no, it hasn't been very long. Just a couple of weeks. My world is so different now than what I was before." She chuckled. "I guess in a way it's good and bad at the same time."

I could understand that. My world had changed too, both in a good and bad way. And it was all due to James Maxwell.

"So you said you're a tourist, right?" she asked. "Are you enjoying your holiday here with this James person?"

I chuckled. "I'm not really here on holiday," I said. "My brother had a bit of trouble and I'm here to help him of sort. We're both from Mystic Spring, New Hampshire."

"Oh, I see," she said. "Las Vegas isn't really a city where your dream actually come true, is it? It's more of a tourist city where men comes to gamble and do prostitution." She blushed and looked desperately angry at the same time.

I understood where she was going. Sin City was famous for those two things, wasn't it? Of course drugs as well.

"So when are you going back?" Savanah asked.

"I'm not sure yet," I said. "I still have a few things to sort out. I have to tell James first."

"Can I..." Savanah tucked her hair behind her ear again. "Can I be your friend?"

I smiled. "Of course. But you live here in Vegas, right?"

She nodded her head. "William told me I'd have to travel with him wherever he goes," she said. "I think he's going back to LA soon."

"Oh, I see," I said. She must be Mr. Bosworth's favorite pet.

"Can I have your cell phone number?" she asked. "Then we can talk and text message and do all the fun stuff friends do."

I laughed. "Sure," I said. "Oh wait, I don't have my phone with me now and I don't remember the number."

Savanah hastily took hers out. It was very flashy and brand new. She quickly went into the setting and found the number of her phone. Then she wrote it down on a piece of paper she had in her bag for me.

"Here." She gave the paper with her number on it to me. "Please text me. Then we can definitely chat and stuff."

I nodded. I couldn't believe it. I've finally made a girlfriend. I was deliriously happy and gave the girl a big hug. "Thank you," I said.

Savanah nodded. "Thank you, too."

When we moved back from each other's embrace, we laughed.

"I should get back, William will wonder where I am," she said. "He'd make a big fuss and disturbed everyone if I didn't return."

"Huh?" I wanted to know what she meant. Surely, he wasn't abusing her? Oh God, please don't let this William guy abuse my new friend.

She frowned. "I mean he'd bring in his bodyguards and tear this place apart if I didn't return and he couldn't find me."

So this Mr. Bosworth was that protective of Savanah? I wondered if James would do the same if I were to go missing. Then I thought, yes, he'd do the same. After all, he himself had track down and saved my brother's life, along with Matt, of course.

The thought made me happy and I smiled.

"I better go," she said.

"Yes," I agreed. "Me, too."

We giggled and chat like school girls as we headed out the door of the restroom. It was about half way to my and James's table when we parted ways. I was heading toward the left and she the right. I waved at her when she turned to look at me. I giggled and waved back with the promise that we'd be the best of friends.

I was nearly at my table when I saw her sitting down on the other side of the first floor balcony. Then I shifted my eyes to the man named William Bosworth. The moment I saw his face, I gasped in shocked surprise.

"William," I said under my breath. "William?"

I couldn't believe it. As in the William I knew, the William in James's circle of friends.

A moment later, I sat down, my mind racing.

"Mia," James's voice reached me. "What's the matter?"

I raised my eyes to his and shook my head. "Nothing," I said.

"It seems you've met your friend," he said, teasing.

I nodded my head. Then I remembered about the cell phone number she gave me. I quickly grabbed for my back and then searched for my phone.

"Another number to your contact list, eh?" James said. "Good on you."

I narrowed my eyes at him as I added in the number under the contact list. As I was sending Savanah a text to tell that this was my number and to please call and text me anytime she felt like it, I said, "Is that supposed to be sarcastic or--"

He cut me short. "Come here little pet," he said and pulled me into his arms.

His lips met mine, and he burnt me with a searching kiss that made my body sing and ached for more. His lips were firm and warm, and his mouth tasted of bitter and sweet, the flavor of the wine he had been drinking.