Claimed By the Billionaire

13 Ignoring Him

Okafu bit her bottom lip, leaning close to her phone. She stared at his words, reading them over and over.

It wouldn’t hurt to know what he had meant.

No.

If he was the kidnapper, would he tell her? No, of course not. That was stupid.

Fuck it!

Okafu’s fingers moved as she typed her text.

Okafu: You said you touched me before. How?

Ren’s text dinged into her phone immediately as if he’d been waiting for her to answer him.

Ren: Let me call you.

Okafu: No.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened. Okafu stared at her silent phone, and then asked the only question that was in the forefront of her mind. She’d thought about this for a very long time, ever since she discovered she was not a virgin. Her whole body shook as she typed.  

Okafu: Did you rape me?

Ren: No!!! What do you take me for? Baby please, let me call you.

Okafu breathed a sigh of relief even as she typed no.

Okafu: No. How? How did you touch me?

She shivered at the thought of him touching her like that. When he’d pressed her against the wall she’d felt everything, his hard body and the leashed power in his every muscle. She could still hear the smoothness of his voice and the heat that had radiated from his body as he leaned close to her. Invading her space.

 It was weird that she was talking to him about this. She didn’t talk to anyone about s*x. Well, they were not exactly talking about s*x.

Ren: I don’t like being denied, Okafu. If you want answers you’re going to have to answer your phone. Now.

Before Okafu could finish reading the text, her phone started to ring. She switched it to silent and lay down on the table. She stared at her phone until her eyes closed in sleep.

She didn’t answer. And she didn’t answer any of his calls or text every time he tried to reach out to her for days now. Three f*****g days. And Paul’s constant warnings about giving her time and space were not helping. Ren was getting frustrated. He stared at his phone as another one of his phone calls was ignored. He ended the call and placed his phone on his desk in his home office. She didn’t even grace him with her presence when he visited her home. She was never in, always out.

He could feel Paul’s eyes on him. He’d done nothing but stare at him all morning. Perhaps it was because they really had nothing to do. His business was running like a well-oiled machine and he’d stupidly cleared his schedule because he thought he would be occupied with wooing his fiancé by now. And not trying to explain himself. She was proving to be stubborn and feisty than he remembered. He knew his girl was a spitfire, but she’d grown into a very headstrong woman. Ren smiled to himself.

Ok, challenge received.

 He drummed his fingers on the desk deep in thought.

“I know that look.” Paul said, Ren could hear the humour in his voice.

“I feel like an engagement party.”

“When?”

“Tonight of course, I haven’t seen my fiancé, and feel I want to show her to the world,” he said pulling out a black book from his desk drawers.

“You think a party is good idea.” Paul walked to the desk, “you know the kind of media splash your engagement is going to course, right?”

“I’m counting on it. After this she won’t be able to ignore me.”

“I never thought, I’ll say this, but you’re being a petty little boy, who plays stupid tricks.” Paul stared down at him. “Just take a moment and think this through. She needs time, give it to her.”

Ren shot to his feet, “You think she’s going to walk into this house and agree to be my wife, because I gave her time. She...” Ren trailed off. His heart pinched painfully in his chest. He couldn’t say the words that ran in his mind. ‘It feels like she doesn’t want me’ that’s what he couldn’t say, because all this will all be for nothing. He’d thought giving her time and not forcing her to see him she would eventually find her way to him because he’d left her with a big question mark, but the fact that she hasn’t sought him out really cut like a knife. Her rejection hurt more than he thought it would.

“Ren?”

 Ren picked up the phone and called his assistant Ben. Ben walked into the office a few minutes later.

“I want an engagement part tonight,” Ren threw the black book at him, “make it happen.”

“Sure, boss” Ben walked out the door as quickly as he had come.

Fuck, Paul internally groaned. There was no talking to him when he was like this. Paul just hoped this was not going to blow up in their faces.

“Let’s go invite our guest of honour.” Ren said smoothing down his tie and pulling on the cuffs of his suit jacket.

“How are you going to do that when she managed to avoid you for the past three days?” Paul asked a wry smile on his lips.

“I was following your advice. I gave her all the time she needed. Three days Paul.”

“I know.” Paul shook his head. Of course, he knew. He had watched all the drama unfold. And true to his word Ren hadn’t pushed her since the dinner, his calls and texts remained unanswered, even when he visited he didn’t force her parents to make her visit with him. He gave her time. Well, his version of it anyway.

“But?”

“There are buts,” Paul sighed, “I just hope nothing bad is going to happen.”

“Nothing bad is going to happen. I’ve eliminated all my enemies so I can have this. So can bring her home to me, and have the life that we were denied for four fucken years,” Ren’s nostrils flared. He was going to lose his s**t if he kept talking about this. He was tired of explaining himself.

It was now or never.

Nothing was going to stand in his way of getting what was his.