Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. It was a good thing, he thought, that Mia had come into his life. He'd protect her. He'd provide for her. He'd make sure nothing like the past would ever happen to her again.

A knock came at the door, and James opened his eyes to Matt coming in.

"What's up?" Matt asked, cocking his head to one side. "You look pissed off."

James couldn't deny that. "Yeah. I'm very pissed off," he said.

"Something to do with Mia?" Matt asked as he took a seat on the couch.

James got off his chair and went to sit on the couch opposite his friend.

"Hmm," he responded. "The uncle has disappeared."

"Not surprised," Matt said. "Fuck-head like him don't stay in one place."

James nodded. "My men did some digging," he said. "He needs to be put away for good."

Matt nodded. "I know he really fuck Andy up." He scowled and his eyes were dark when he said, "Andy never told me how old he was when he was first raped. I'm not going to push him, but I think it's important for him to trust me and tell me about his past."

James raised a brow. "I'm not surprised if he have truth issue."

Matt leaned forward and raked his large hand over his hair. "Fuck, I'm tired." He chuckled, though there were both sadness and irritation within the tone.

The two men were quiet as they sat there, thinking about the siblings who came into their lives and slowly changing them.

Matt said, his voice weak and low, "I love him, James. It hurts when he's like this. It nearly killed me when I saw him in that basement..."

James knew his friend was referring to his love for Andy, and of course, the scene they had witnessed when they had finally managed to saved Andy.

"I thought I was going to lose him..." Matt continued. "I never thought... I never thought I'd come to love anybody like that... Not in the least bit that rascal ten years my junior."

James came over and slapped his hand on Matt's shoulder. "Show him," he said. "I'm not one to give advice on this sort of things considering my previous relationship. You don't need to listen to what I have to say but talking to him is probably the best method. Show him how much he means to you."

Matt stared up at James and chuckled. "Wow. Where the shit did all that come from, James? It's not like you to give me advice on relationship."

James shrugged. "It's usually Mark, isn't it? He's the oldest and more in tune with that department out of all of us," he said. "Why don't you give him a call?"

"Yeah, the oldest by a mere few months," Matt said. "But you're right. I'll give him a call later."

Matt left a few minutes later, and James had no doubt his friend would be with Andy again tonight.

Love, huh? Relationship. He had experienced it once with Whitney. But was that really love? Had their relationship ever been serious? Had Whitney ever loved him? Fuck no. He knew that for certain. The woman had never loved him.

He dismissed the thought of love and Whitney from his mind and headed back to his desk. He was intending to do a bit more work when he noticed the time. It was nearly six. He smiled and the image of Mia in sexy lingerie came into his mind.

Love, he thought. Mia Donovan. Could he love her? Could he give his heart to her? Would she cherish it?

He didn't have any doubt that she would, just like the way she cherished her love for Andy as her siblings. His heart warmed, and James smiled.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, chuckling. Oh shit, his chest felt full and light at the same time.

He shut the laptop and headed out the door, a smile still lingering on his lips. Along the corridor, James felt as though he was walking on air.

Chapter 15

Mia

The soapy, warm water soothed me, and I laid there in the huge marble bathtub, staring up at the chandelier, trying not to think about anything. Not especially about that lingerie I was supposed to wear tonight. I couldn't possibly disobey James again, could I? Since I had already done so yesterday, and he had noticed and specifically told me that I must this time.

I groaned under my breath.

I procrastinated for another half an hour by pretending to be busy in the bathtub, cleaning myself. At six o'clock, I knew I really had to get out and get ready before I got too nervous. Besides, James might return soon and he'd need the bathroom.

I sighed and reluctantly got out. After having a quick rinse in the shower, I dapped myself dry with a big, fluffy white towel and then wrapped myself in a robe. I headed over to the basin area and started blow drying my hair and doing my makeup.

Some fifteen minutes later, with my hair dry, the long length resting all the way down to my waist, and my makeup done neutrally, I stood there at the foot of the bed, glaring at the lingerie as if I was about to start an all-out battle with my enemy.

It was going to be fine, I told myself. I'd get used to it, that see-through flimsy material.

Determinedly, I snapped the panty up and slid it through my legs. Once it was on, I thought that it didn't feel too bad. Of course, I refused to see what I look like in the mirror.

I took off the robe and then put the bra on, too. The material was soft and silky, completely different from my usual cheap underwear which was made out of cotton.

Still refusing to look at myself, I grabbed for the blue cocktail dress. I was just unzipping the back when a manly voice said, "Hello."

I jumped on my spot and hastily twisted around. Standing there at the bedroom door was James, looking as amazingly handsome as ever.

I felt my throat go dry all of a sudden, and I unconsciously licked my lips. My body reacted at the mere sight of him, quietly squirming away in a sort of delicious sensation.

"Hi," I said, having thought of nothing else to say.

He smiled, and I noted that his eyes were twinkling. "Is that the dress you're going to wear for tonight?"

I nodded. I didn't missed the spark in his eyes nor the way he was looking at me, either. That dark, sensual gaze that told me he was delighted to see me and approved of what I had on me.

So he liked the lingerie on me?

The thought made me deliriously happy, and my heart glowed with delight. I must not look too bad with the garment on then, and now I was eager to see myself in the mirror. Did I look as sexy as those hot models who wore Victoria Secret lingerie on the runway? I doubt it because I wasn't tall nor was I beautiful. But still, if it pleased James, my look must be above average for sure.

James stepped to stand within an inch in front of me and took the dress from my hands, which surprised me.

"Let me help you with that," he said softly.

I obliged because, really, I couldn't do anything else. My whole body was weak at the nearness of him. He smelt good, too. He smelt just so James Maxwell, and I sighed in content, basking in his presence, savoring his nearness; his warmth, his smell, the sight of him, and of course, his touches.

James kneeled on the floor and urged me to step into the dress. God, I felt like a helpless little girl who was now being aid into her clothes by her guardian. Though I must admit the feeling wasn't bad, and I sort of liked it; being pampered by a billionaire.

I obeyed, and James slowly and seductively glided the material up my legs, his hands were lightly brushing against my skin as he did so. I held my breath because his action, slow and gently as it were, were sensually erotic which made my core dance with excitement.

Once he made me slip my arms through the sleeves, he adjusted the dress about me. Then he said, "Turn around," of which I did. As he zipped up the dress around my back, he had his nose buried in my hair about the nape of my neck.

"Hmm..." He chuckled. "You smell good."

He kissed me there, and I groaned, my tummy fluttering deliciously. Then he moved back and said, "I won't be long."

I turned and watched him disappearing into the bathroom, my heart racing. Unexpectedly, I was really looking forward to after dinner when we'd return, when he'd make love to me like he had promised. My cor

e burned in anticipation and excitement. Would he make me cry whilst he fuck me again? I wondered.

Oh my God! I had just realized I had used the word 'fuck' without thinking. What have become of me? My vocabulary had changed, hadn't it? Was it because I was with James and got influence by him.