Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

The thought of that ferocious sex made me quiver deliciously. I had been insane last night, naked and pressed against the window, fully exposed to the glistening city beyond, James behind me, pounding into me. It was something completely new to me, and indeed, it was something that thrilled me to the core at the same time. Why? I didn't know, and I didn't bother to question it. James made me feel that way, and to me, that was awesomely exciting and I loved it.

Another thought of James struck me then, and I sighed. The look he'd given me after our first intercourse last night. Oh, I could sense the tension in his body and the dark look in his eyes, as if something unexpected had struck him. It was as though he had figured something out that he didn't quite like, and to be honest, it didn't sit well with me.

Was he now regretting our unconventional relationship? Was he just now realizing he didn't like me as much as he had thought after all? Or that sex with me was now tiresome? But then again, what about that wild sex by the window after I'd ridden him, when he was the one in control? It was hardcore and...

I shook my head and quickly got out of bed. I decided there and then that trying to understand James was useless. It was like trying to squeeze blood out of a rock. James held his emotions too close to the chest.

Me, on the other hand, I was more like an open book. I was pretty sure James could easily read my sentiments through my expressions. Of course, maybe it was because I was too desperate to get close to him, too, wanting to know more about him, about his feelings. Perhaps that was why I was frustrated?

I dismissed the thoughts of James from my mind and headed into the bathroom. There, I cleaned myself up and got dressed in another cute dress James had bought for me. This one was a sunny yellow floral, and it fit me perfectly.

Once I was ready, I ordered some breakfast. As I waited, I tidied up the room a little. Of course, I knew there was a housekeeper who came to clean and tidy the whole place daily, but I couldn't help myself. It was something I could do to keep busy while I waited for breakfast to arrive. Of course, I could have just gone downstairs to the restaurant to have the morning buffet, too, but I didn't feel like sitting there alone with so many people around me, when most were tourists and businessmen.

Breakfast arrived some fifteen minutes later, and after I had the wonderful sustenance, I headed out. Down in the foyer, I saw Patrick waiting for me. Once he spotted me, he greeted me with a, "Good morning, Miss Donovan," combined with a big, broad smile plastered on his face.

I knew off the bat that today he'd be acting as both bodyguard and chauffeur once again. Of course, I had no other place I was interested in visiting except the hospital to see Andy, so he shouldn't worry too much about me being targeted and kidnapped.

"Good morning, Patrick." I returned the greeting. "How are you?"

"Excellent, Miss Donovan" he said brightly. "Now, where would you like to go today?" He chuckled. "Ah, I'm guessing the hospital."

He was right, and I nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that's right." I grinned widely. "How did you know?" I teased.

"I'm psychic today," he said playfully, leading me toward the door.

Psychic, huh? I thought in awe. God, I wish I had psychic abilities just so I could read James's mind. I desperately wanted to find out what his thoughts about me were, how and what he felt about me.

"And what will you be tomorrow?" I asked, curious.

He shrugged. "Maybe I can do telekinesis tomorrow." He chuckled.

"That sounds awesome, Patrick," I said, and he laughed.

We were just about to get into the car when a manly voice said close to me, "I'll take over from here, Patrick."

I twisted around so fast my head spun. Once I was sure I wouldn't fall flat on my face due to my unexpected surprise and my sudden, not-so-elegant swirl, I stared up at James, who was merely inches behind me, smiling at me.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted. "I was in a bit of a hurry this morning." He leaned to me and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. "I forgot to tell you I'd be your chauffeur for today."

I was struck speechless by this handsome billionaire's action. He had just kissed me in public. He'd just surprised me with his sudden appearance, and I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.

Tears stung my eyes with these wonderful, overwhelming emotions as I tried to hold them in.

"Good morning," I managed, my heart racing and thumping furiously within my chest. I felt my cheeks flush red as my body quivered delightfully.

God, just to see his handsome face and hear his voice was enough to drive me mad and make me smile with glee.

James walked around the car to the driver's side and took the keys from Patrick.

"Sir," the bodyguard said.

James nodded and unlocked the door as Patrick headed back into the hotel. He even winked at me before disappearing from my sight.

Were bodyguards supposed to be that friendly with their boss's mistress? I didn't know, but I was glad he was. He made me feel at ease, and more importantly, he didn't make me feel like a bitch who slept with a billionaire in exchange for a comfortable lifestyle and money, which I refused to think I was. Patrick made me feel like I was simply James's girlfriend, someone he liked and respected, and that was awesome to me.

James turned to me and said, "Get in," jolting me out of my thoughts.

I nodded and eagerly did as instructed. Once I was in my seat comfortably and had my seat belt in place, James drove out.

We were both quiet on our way to the hospital. It was a comfortable type of silence, as though each of us were in our own thoughts and we didn't mind it that way. It was a sort of companionable silence. Of course, I had no idea what James was thinking about or if he was thinking about anything at all. For me, however, my mind was always either on James or my brother.

When we arrived at the hospital, James had to excuse himself because he had an urgent call coming in. I had no doubt it was something to do with his work.

"It's okay," I said, staring at the phone in his hand, ringing insistently, demanding him to pick up immediately. "Take your time. I'll go up to see Andy first."

He nodded, and I left him to take the call.

Being a billionaire was hard, wasn't it? Work at every hour of the day and every day of the week. Of course, there were perks such as shit loads of money coming in, power, and influence. Something like that, however, wasn't for me. First off, I'd be too soft emotionally when dealing with business. I knew this type of thing suited James perfectly well. He basked in his work, his influence and power. It made him happy, and I, in turn, was pleased for him. But his profession... the things he had to deal with... they were dangerous.

I dismissed the thoughts of James and his work from my mind and headed over to the lift. After pressing on the eighth floor button, my mind switched to Andy. I wondered how he was getting on. When would they discharge him? And what would happen after that? Would he want me to stay around and look after him for a while? What about accommodation arrangements? Would he continue to stay with Matt in the hotel suite? I wasn't sure, and God, I needed to find out. Once again, I wondered how long James would be staying here in Las Vegas before returning to Los Angeles, because technically, this affected me as well.

The elevator door dinged open, and I walked out, heading straight to the reception area. As per usual, the doctor and nurses on shift were busy with their work, and I admired them for that. Then I wondered suddenly what they would think of me as a mistress to a handsome billionaire. I mean, they were healthcare professionals in the modern world after all. Who would have believed things like me being a mistress to a billionaire actually existed in this day and age? Certainly, things like that existed in the olden days, where wealthy men had mistresses, not just one, but many, but now?

I shook my head, knowing fully well how weird my circumstances were, and headed straight to my brother's room.

As I got closer, something struck me as odd, and I paused in my tracks. Where are the guards? The place

was wide open for an attack, for God's sake. What was going on?

Panic seized me, and my thoughts were quick toward the possibility of danger where my brother's life was concerned. Had the Mexican or the Albanian found out Andy was here? Had they taken out the bodyguards, killing them and disposing of them, and then taken Andy with them in order to threaten James and Matt for another deal? Or could it be revenge?

I rushed forward, my heart racing and my mind in a jumbled mess.

Andy, please be all right. Please just let it be all in my imagination.

I came to a stop right at the door. Silence. There was absolute and utter silence. The only thing I could hear was the furious thumping of my own heart. I noted then that nothing looked out of the ordinary. But the guards? Where could they be?

Slowly and quietly, I turned the knob. Then I cracked the door open a little. I took a peek inside, noting the room looked intact. As my eyes roved farther, I saw Matt sitting on the chair beside Andy, who was lying in bed. Matt had his head intimately close to Andy's face. It was as though they were...

Kissing?