The Billionaire's Annoying Ward

Chapter 8 – Less intimidating

She’s not exactly impressed by the scale of his mansion. It’s about the same as the one her father owned, the place she grew up in. Do people their age have similar tastes?

She shivered and shook herself off. She really didn’t want to think of Klyde in relation to her father. It was an uncomfortable feeling. It’s weird if they actually ended up in bed together, and she suddenly saw her father in him. The heck?

“Brr . . .” She paced around the room that was given to her and shook her limbs. She’s finally done putting her items around the room and keeping the boxes in an unused cabinet. It looked like her old room. It’s good enough and wider than her apartment bedroom.

Melissa grinned. It’s not such a bad decision, and it was settled quite quickly. Things were getting better, it seemed.

When she moved to the bed and savored its comfort, her thoughts started veering toward his words.

Would Klyde really do what he said he would? With her?

Her face heated up, and her breathing deepened. She’s getting wet just thinking of what he did to her earlier. Groaning, she buried her head against the fluffy pillows.

One thing’s for sure already, she would definitely sleep with him. He stirred her up from the inside out. She could feel his mouth on hers and the way his hands touched her body. She would bet all her inheritance that he’s extremely experienced in the pleasure department. She frowned, thinking about how much control he had over himself. If he hadn’t stopped, she would most likely let him take her in his office. She had done something similar only once before. It was thrilling and exciting, with the threat of being seen by others. Now, that was scandalous.

Could she threaten Klyde like that? After five seconds, she shook her head. She doubted he would be that careless.

Anyway, her body tingled in anticipation of what was to come. Tonight, they would talk further about it. She should demand as much as she could. Compared to him, she realized she’s bad at negotiating. How could she convince him to give her a certain amount of money? Such a cheapskate! She really wanted to beat him.

Her expression turned irritated. If he wanted to sleep with her, shouldn’t she be able to set the price? Ten grand for every time he took her! That wouldn’t be so bad.

“Ugh.” Sure, she didn’t mind sleeping with men, but getting money out of it? It did remind her of something negative. She’s not a paid hooker.

Wait, what? She’s going to sleep with him, and the money she’s getting was technically her own. Ugh. That bastard! She sat up on the bed, feeling annoyed again.

This situation was too advantageous for him, wasn’t it? He’s the one getting the most benefits. It’s not exactly an exchange. It’s utter exploitation!

She should demand his own money, not part of her inheritance. Better yet, she could ask for both. Half from his own, half from hers. She calmed down after coming up with this idea. ‘Seemed fairer.’

But then, it did . . . make her feel like a paid s*x worker. She rolled her eyes at herself. ‘You know you aren’t, be chill about it. No one would dare tell you that you’re a paid w***e. Everyone already knows you could be a b***h, but it’s your own choice and decision.’

That self-talk made her feel better. She plopped down on the bed. It seemed like her life was getting better, so she let herself enjoy a much-needed rest. It may have not looked like it, but she was really stressed in the last few weeks.

Her dad’s gone . . . now that’s a sad thought. Would she be considered heartless if she didn’t feel too sad about it? Their relationship wasn’t good anyway. She shook her head before trying to take a nap. She had a few hours before Mr. Klyde Henderson arrived. She asked the maid, and apparently, he comes home around six.

When the man returned to his house, he was already frowning. His assistant, different from his company secretary, handed him a document he requested.

He didn’t like dealing with any mess, so he required his bed partners to sign a contract. But . . .

This woman was William’s daughter. She’s used to luxury and being spoiled. She’s used to getting whatever she wanted with her money. Would he really take her as his woman?

He chose his women by himself, not letting anyone do it for him. In a way, he couldn’t exactly tumble in bed with a random woman he didn’t feel any attraction with. The attraction should be there, even if it’s just the lust talking.

He loosened the tie around his neck and looked at the document. It was the template, but he doubted Ms. Franklin would sign it as it was. ‘What was her name again?’

He flipped the pages and saw her name in print. ‘Melissa, huh?’

“That woman, did she eat already?” He asked a maid on the side.

“No, sir. We told her that dinner is usually served at six thirty. I think she will be out soon. Should I get her?”

“Is dinner served?”

The maid turned in the direction of the kitchen.

“It will be done within a few minutes, sir.”

“Go and call the guest, then.”

He turned to his assistant. “Set this up in my study. Open the document on my laptop, then you can go.”

“Got it, sir.”

He stood up and walked toward his room. He needed a change of clothes. The corporate suit felt stuffy and heavy. He wore his usual neat polo shirt and cotton shorts. No one would ever connect him to the corporate magnate if they ever saw him wearing clothes like this.

When Melissa saw him minutes later, her expression showed great surprise. Her eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. She looked at him from top to bottom, scanning him until reality penetrated her stubborn head. She couldn’t believe it.

“What do you expect me to wear at home?” His icy voice jolted her senses, and she blinked several times at him.

Shrugging, she continued walking towards the dining area.

“I don’t know. Maybe I did imagine you in your suit even at home.” She answered without looking at him. Her tone was a little sarcastic but not dripping with it.

“I prefer no talking during a meal. We can talk afterwards in my study,” he informed her. Him telling her she could stay at his place was not a big deal. Normally, he didn’t want anyone else at his place. When he told her to move here, he thought he would simply treat her like one of his hired personnel. There’s no need to interact with each other. That changed when she seduced him, and he liked what she had to offer. He seriously needed to get laid soon to vent out his s****l frustrations.

“Alright. I’m hungry anyway. I don’t talk when I eat.” Melissa’s friends tease her about this.

And so, they ate in silence. But Melissa couldn’t help looking at him and staring openly. He looked younger in casual clothes. If she would have to guess, she would place his current appearance as if he’s in his early 30s. That’s like a decade younger than his actual age.

He looked yummy enough. Broad shoulders but not too bulky. Wavy hair. Defined muscles in his arms. His hands were obviously larger than hers.

He’s exactly her type. Yep, she wouldn’t second guess herself about sleeping with him if she met him in a club. She would probably flirt with him if she saw him in a bar the way he was now. It was the business suit that was intimidating and made him look older. Not too old, but still . . .

He raised an eyebrow at her when he noticed her gaze on him.

“You’re less intimidating now. Don’t think you can continue intimidating me.” She winked at him before focusing on her food. Oh, boy. That’s new. How could she be distracted from her food?