A/N. Hey guys! I’m writing this on the go, so expect it to not be edited. Typos, punctuation, grammar mistakes, etc. might be in place. Sorry about that… Hope you’re enjoying the story so far! Any comments on it would be awesome! Happy reading! Kisses!
Eric maddened me once again with his sexual attitude. I would want to shoot his ass and dick and I’ll do it first chance I’ll get. The shivers down my spine and coldness that envelops me make me weak again and I fucking need his warmth on me. First time in my life when I accept such closeness in exchange for that. He became my heated pillow and a strong sedative as I instantly fall asleep in his warm embrace. Fucking bastard.
I’m having a dream that turns into a nightmare. Jason and Donna that screwed my family in business and went into those serious debts, losing everything and landing in my fucking situation with Eric, are present into an arena.
As a background information, Jason was one of my suitors that I rejected ten years ago. Yeah, I beat the shit out of him. He’s one, well, was, one of Don’s friends. Donna, his sister, was in same school and high school with me and Don. She was the popular girl. A redheaded hot barbie girl. She’s ravishing outside, perfect to win Miss Universe competition. However, she has an ugly soul. She’s a bitch at core. She fucked Don. Obviously, Don didn’t take interest in her more than a few times as he hoovered around me all my life.
Donna never missed a chance to get back at me or put me into difficult situations. They were and are above me financially and have a high status in the business world.
My dad signed a contract with them to build a resort and contracted loans to do it until the deadline the contract stated we would start getting paid. Our business was doing well until then, so the bank credited us with two million dollars ten years ago. We had other loans, but the company’s financial situation met the credit scores as we were on time with our monthly payouts too.
I was in the company an important person. I was 21. Yet, I was having two university to attend at the same time. Law school and Finance-Banks-Accounting school. Therefore, I was less in the company and more at school.
Dad signed the contract with them behind my back, bought me the BMW car as a present on the company I now lead, and called me to the bank to sign the two million dollars loan.
When I read the contract for the resort, which my dad put as a guarantee for the bank along with some real estates we owned, and the amount we would contract as credit, I freaked out. I told him that it wasn’t feasible. I knew Jason and Donna. I didn’t trust them to be fair with the contract and the contract had some serious penalties for the smallest stuff. It was a trap all over for us.
I took a strong attitude in front of dad and yelled at him that I wouldn’t sign that shit of a contract loan. I had to sign the contract too as I was CEO of two small companies that were mentioned in the loan contract as a backup guarantee for the bank. The financial situation accumulated would help getting the loan, and that’s why I had to sign it too.
Seeing my reaction and knowing I’m strong headed when I set my mind on something, he threatened me that if I wouldn’t do it, he would divorce mom and leave us behind. He had a mistress back then that I knew of and I believed him. I was heartbroken. After crying my eyes, heart and soul out, I gave in and signed those damn papers. I knew hard times would hit us and dad didn’t want to accept, but I had no choice. Mom and family were and is always my top priority.
Six years before that moment until then, I had many problems with my health and mom’s, struggled to work to be paid as my dad wouldn’t give us money without working. He would give money to everyone else, but not to us. All the money in the companies were on his hand. Even if I had power in my own companies, he would find things to threaten me with and do what he wanted with the money. He was bad those years to us. Without reason. I also studied my ass out to become powerful against him when the time was right.
After two months in the contract, when first payment was set to come in our bank, they put their lawyers to notice us that the contract was suspended due to some delirious reasons on execution and sued our asses. That landed us in impossibility to pay loans. From then on, hell on earth hit us financially. We started losing things one by one. Their revenge on me was done.
Dad almost killed himself in a car accident which he provoked because of the state his mind was in. Business fell apart. Both my parents were in a deep depression. All my dad’s so called friends that sucked our money disappeared, his mistresses did the same, and I was the one that had to keep my fucking strength on and raise from the ashes my dad set for us with his lack of judgement.
When I heard that one of Jason and Donna’s companies would work with Donahue Estate Development on a project, I took my chances on the interview job for the Marketing Manager position. I knew my academics were perfect and I knew how to get that interview in my favor.
Derek was among the recruitment staff. He tortured me with in depth questions like I was taking an exam at university and chose me. The pay was good, helped me financially, and I had the target mentioned which was main thing I went there.
During that month, I waited for the right moment to get their project on my hand, but it got delayed because of legal papers on their company’s part. The rest you know.
Going back to my present dream, I see the arena. Eric is fighting Jason. Jason stabs him in the heart, and Eric lands on the floor bleeding. I panic and call Eric’s name. Though I hate the bastard, I wouldn’t really want him dead. I go running in the arena to him and see him dying right before my eyes. I start screaming his name with my hands over my mouth crying, but when I want to touch him and help him, Jason grabs me. My heart is screaming in pain and my voice Eric’s name.
“Eric! No! You killed him! Let me go! You killed him!” I’m all sweat and tears screaming from my sleep.
“Baby! Wake up! Selena? Wake up baby!” I am worked up, shaking and moving in Eric’s arms and open my eyes. When I see him, I have shivering lips, crying and a desperate state. I start checking up on him with trembling hands, raising his T-shirt to see his skin, heart, to see if he’s injured. I take his face and look at him in those confused eyes. I realize it was only a dream and take him in my arms with my hands around his neck, squeezing him, but shaking bad and my heart booming. It’s in my throat at this moment.
“Thank God it was only a dream! I can’t experience that! I really can’t!” I don’t let go of him.
“Baby? Calm down. It was only a dream Angel.” He rubs my back.
“Please don’t go in the arena. Is it an arena competition? If yes, don’t do it. Please. Don’t. Do. It.” I’m crying in the same position on him.
“Baby?” he takes me from around him to look at me. “There is an arena competition. But everything will be fine. It was only a dream.” He kisses my forehead and looks back at me.
“Eric! Listen to me! Don’t fucking go in the arena! Do you hear me?!” I always have premonitions through my dreams. The bad ones always come true.
“Angel! Calm down! Baby? Please, calm down. You don’t look good. I don’t want you to pass out.” He cups my face with his hands and looks straight in my eyes. “What did you dream of? Tell me baby. Alright? Just calm down and breathe.” I have a tormented breathing and only calm can’t hit me.
“You were stabbed Eric! In your heart!” I point my finger to his heart. “Died in front of my eyes! Do you want that?!” If there’s someone that must kill you, that should be me! Satan! I know I’m like a banshee right now. I can’t help it.
“No one is going to stab me baby. I’m not a weak person. You don’t know me. I’m trained for any possible situation. Doing this officially since I was 16. Don’t worry baby. Alright?” he goes to my lips to kiss me, but I push him away and go down from the bed all furious that he doesn’t understand.
“Fine! Suit yourself! The fuck I care! I told you. If you don’t want to believe me and have faith in me, go and die!” I exit the room, leaving him there in confusion and stressed out. You fucking bastard! Go die! Perfect! I’ll be free of you! Why the fuck do I care so much? Satan!
Starting to care Selena, huh? He he he. So? How was it? What do you think comes next? Hope you enjoyed it! 🙂 <3
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Your true friend always,
ICY SHOTS ON A HOT BILLIONAIRE by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © 2019. All Rights Reserved
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