Alpha Billionaire - Part 3 (Alpha Billionaire 3)

“I’ve said too much already.”

“Eugenie, please.”

“Cain and Abelita. Evil and good.”

“So they are brothers? Is that what you’re saying? They’re brothers?” I frowned. “And wasn’t it Cain and Abel? Who is Abelita?”

“No.” She bit down on her lower lip. “I can’t say anything else.”

“You’re confusing me.” I grabbed her shoulders. “I need to know what you’re talking about. I have a test tonight. They said they’re taking me somewhere. To some club. Where are they taking me? What are they expecting me to do? Tyler said I’m to give him a lap dance, while Grant watches, but what does that mean? Does it mean that they want to see if I’m willing to have a threesome? Is that what they really want?”

“Tick tock, tick tock.” She giggled. “Tick tock goes the clock.”

I stifled a sigh as I stood next to her. Eugenie acted like a child and I didn’t understand why. There were many things I didn’t understand and I was starting to think that I was going crazy.

“What are you going to write?” She suddenly turned to me, with an angelic smile and serious eyes.

“What?” I wasn’t able to stop myself from showing my irritation.

“What are you going to write?” She asked innocently.

“Write where?”

“In your journal.”

“What journal?”

“The one he’s going to make you write.”

“What are you talking about?” I gazed at her. “Who is going to make me write a journal?”

“You read my journal right?”

“No, I read your letters remember? I didn’t see a journal.”

“I didn’t write the journal because I wanted to.” She continued on as if I hadn’t said anything.

“Huh?” My heart started beating faster.

“I wrote it because I had to.”

“You had to?”

“I didn’t mind at first.” She shook her head. “Not until he tied me up.”

“Tied you up?”

“He likes to use chains and rope.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “He has whips and…” Her voice trailed off. “I shouldn’t say anything else.”

“Did he hurt you?” I asked her softly.

“Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock goes the clock.” She said again and I stood up and put my fingers in my ears to ignore the sound.

“Open the door, Eugenie. I want to leave.” I mouthed the words to her slowly and she finally opened the door for me.

“Don’t tell them you saw me. He’ll be angry.”

“Who’ll be angry?”

“Cain.”

“Which one of them is Cain?” I was angry and I grabbed her shoulders. “Speak English to me Eugenie. I need some real answers here.”

“It might be different with you.” Her eyes widened. “You’re different.”

“What do you mean? How am I different?”

“He, he might like you.” She chewed on her lower lip. “You could be different.”

“Why are you still here?” I stared into her eyes. “I can help you leave if you want. We can work together and leave. You’ll be safe.”

“No.” She shook her head. “That’s not the game. That’s not how it goes.”

“Then how does it go?” I asked softly. “How does it go?”

“It’s the journal, the journal is the sign.” Her eyes glazed over. “He reads them. He wants to know everything. He needs to know everything.”

“Who?”

“You like one more than the other, don’t you?” Suddenly she appeared to be lucid again. “I’ve never seen that before. You like Tyler.” She nodded and appeared pleased. “You’re not dumb, are you?”

“I don’t like Tyler.” I shook my head.

“He never slept with any of the others.” She mouthed to me. “Not even me.”

“What do you mean?” My heart started racing. “I thought this was something they both did together.”

“Grant’s the cruel one. He gets off on it all.” She held my hands. “He’s sadistic, he likes the pain and the pleasure. They’ll take you to a club.”

“What club? The club I’m going to tonight? Is that what you’re talking about?” My brain was working furiously. “So Tyler is the good one?”

“I think you’ll be my salvation.” She said suddenly, her eyes blazing as she stared at me.

“So Grant is the bad one?” I asked her desperately.

“Go now. They’ll wonder where you are.” She looked upset all of a sudden. “Tick tock goes the clock.”

“What does that mean?” I frowned.

“You know you’re caught in the game when you hear the tick tock.” She whispered softly. “Tick Tock goes the clock.” She pushed me towards the door. “Now leave.”

I left the room, feeling disoriented and shaky. How had Eugenie known that I liked Tyler more than Grant? And what had she meant by saying I was to be her salvation? Was she counting on me to help her get away? If so, who was keeping her here? And why? If Grant was Cain and Tyler was Abel, did that mean that Grant was the evil one and he was doing things behind Tyler’s back? How could they both believe that Eugenie was dead? Obviously one of them knew the truth, but then why lie? Why pretend she was dead. It didn’t make any sense to me. And even more importantly, I wanted to know what was going to happen at the club. What was the test and what had I gotten myself into?

***

“There you are.” Tyler’s voice boomed from behind me and made me jump.

“Hey.” I turned around and smiled weakly, scared my face would give away my secret. “I was just going to shower.” I looked away from him, my mind still on what Eugenie had said.

“Is that an invitation?” He grinned as his arms slid around my waist.

“Not really.” I shook my head.

“Let me show you something.”

“What?”

“The best way to get clean.” He grinned and grabbed my hand. “I’m going to show you the best way to shower.”

“But you just showered.” I touched the top of his head. “Your hair is still wet.”

“That’s not the only thing I want to be wet.”

“You want your legs to be wet as well?” I joked and he laughed.

“Yeah, I want my legs to be wet with your cum.”

“Tyler!”

“What? You asked.” He grinned and opened the door to a room I hadn’t been in before. “This is my room.”

“Wow.” I looked around the room in surprise. It looked nothing like the rest of the house. There was a giant king sized bed in the middle of the room with a white duvet. The windows had large bamboo drapes and there was a huge vase of flowers on a large vanity. “I like your room.”

“It’s not all black and grey.” He nodded and closed the door behind him. “That surprises you, doesn’t it?”

“Well, I was thinking it would be navy blue.” I laughed. “Or deep purple.”

“I don’t do purple.” He laughed and I watched his face transform into a boyish look. “My sister loved purple though. Purple and pink were her colors. I remember when I had to paint her room half pink and half purple, it looked awful, but she loved it.”