The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

11 “You didn’t have to call.”

Larissa sighed as she sat on the bed. She reached for her phone and text her parents. She’ll go and see them tomorrow, she decided. Talking to them won’t be easy, because she wasn’t supposed to reveal much about her case. She sent her mother a text that she will see her tomorrow.

Her phone rang a few seconds after sending the text. Larissa sighed. She should have known she would call. Her adoptive mother was a hands on mother, she let things linger. She dealt with things in her moment, especially if something bothered her. There was no way her situation with Bruce wouldn’t bother her, especially how she made a fool of herself in front of the whole country. And the today she was photographed with him while shopping. She probably looked like some slut. Larissa cringed.

Shit…this was exactly what she was trying to avoid. Her phone continued to ring.

 She took a deep breath before answering.

“Hey mom,” she said putting in excitement in her voice she didn’t feel. “You didn’t have to call.”

“Are you alright?” she asked sounding worried. Larissa pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Why was everyone asking her that.

“I’m fine. Teresa told me that you saw…” her mother interrupted her.

“Yes. That’s why I’m asking if you are alright or not. We are just surprised to see you with someone like him,” she said cautiously.

Larissa closed her eyes for a second because she knew what she meant. “I’ll explain everything you tomorrow.”

 “Do you think I can speak to him?”

What? Speak to who? No…No…No…Larissa thought.

“Is he around?” her mother asked. Uhhh…Larissa looked at her door. “Give him the phone, Larissa. It’s important.” She said sound adamant, using her mom voice on her. The one Larissa couldn’t defy.

Larissa got out of bed. She walked to the door and stopped. She bit her bottom lip not sure about this. Why did this feel weird?

“Larissa?” her mom’s voice came through the phone startling her.

“Yes, give me a minute,” she said and opened the door. She walked to the other side of the house, where Bruce’s room was. Larissa hadn’t explored this side of the house that much, because she didn’t want to be anywhere Bruce was. So she didn’t exactly know where his room was. She walked to the first door she came to, and knocked. There was no answer. She moved to the next one. And knocked. She heard him say something, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. A few seconds ticked by, and then door was pulled open. He was topless. Larissa stared at his broad and masculine chest. His skin glowed in the light. Her fingers tingled as the desire to touch him filled her.

She thrust the phone at him. Bruce stared at her a frown pulling his eyebrows up.

“My mother. She wants to talk to you,” Larissa said looking everywhere and not at him. Bruce’s frown turned into something Larissa couldn’t interpret. Was that fear she saw in his eyes? He took the phone from her.

“Give me a minute,” he said and retreated into his room. Larissa lingered at the door not daring to walk in. She heard him talking but she couldn’t make out any words. He came back a few minutes later and handed her the phone.

“What did she say?” she asked.

“Nothing major,” he said.

“Really? You talked to her for more than ten minutes. She must have said something,” Larissa said staring at him.

Bruce shook his head. “If you must know she asked me what I was doing with you. And I told her that I wanted you close to me, because I couldn’t live…no I refuse to live without you,” he said his eyes burning with a light that sent shivers down her spine. She rubbed her arms as goosebumps dotted her skin.

“Oh,” she mumbled. f**k, he was good. She almost believed him. “I guess that works, since she can’t know what I am doing here.”

Bruce nodded, still staring at her. His eyes were unsettling.

Larissa gulped. She took a step back, and another. “Goodnight then,” she said and retreated to her room.

Oh s**t, she thought as she slammed the door shut.  

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The room was cold and damp. It was no place a human should live. Dust hung in the air. It was hard to breath sometimes but he liked it that way, because no one dared enter the room, except for him. It was perfect what. He closed the door behind him and walked down the steel steps that brought him to the bottom. He walked the length of the room touching his precious things. He loved touching them because they reminded him so much of the places he took them from. And the people they things belonged to.

He smiled as joy washed over him as he touched them.  

He liked his recent find. It was a sweat shirt. It smelled nice too. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. He dropped it down on the chair that he walked to. He sat down, and brought it down to his chest, he wrapped his arms around it.

The smell got into his nose, making him a little drunk from it. He imagined other things that he could find that could smell like it. He imagined there could be a lot of them, he only had to lookin the house or ask.

He groaned, because if he asked it would mean that he will have to do something for it, like before.  

He didn’t mind doing stuff for the things he wanted as long as they made him happy.

His phone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket. He opened it and stared at the text that he had just received. He got another job.

Tomorrow. He was supposed to go in the house tomorrow.

He sighed holding the sweater tighter to his body. He’ll find himself another nice smelling piece of clothing like this one, after he did his job. He sniffed the sweater one last time. And got to his feet. It was time to go back to work. He could hear people moving above him. The cleaning crew were already starting to do their job. He needed to make sure that everything was unlocked.  

He folded the sweater and placed it on the chair. He walked got up the stairs and walked to the door. He opened it and walked outside. He breathed in dustless air, and the scent of alcohol that hung in the air. He walked to the bar, and retrieved the keys. He walked to the VIP and private rooms and opened them so that the cleaners could get in them. He walked around the club. No one said anything to him like they didn’t see him. He had a way of blending into his surrounding that people didn’t see him and he used that to his advantage.

He walked to the other side of the club, where only employees could go. The door to his boss’s office was open and he could hear voices coming from inside. He listened but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. They spoke in hushed tones. He walked away not wanting anyone to find him standing outside his boss’s office. They will think that he was creepy. And he wasn’t creepy.