The Billionaire(11)

"I want that tape, I kept my end of the bargain I gave you what you wanted."

"You'll never see that tape. Until I'm sure she's safe from you and that  you won't be a pain in my ass the tape stays. Funny you don't even know  what's on those tapes and you're still worried, you really are a sick  fuck."

"All this trouble for that little bit..."

My fist was in his mouth before he could finish the sentence, I didn't  stop there either, he'd finally given me just the opening I needed dumb  fuck.

It had been some years since I had to talk with my fist, but it all came  back to me. His puny attempts were no match for my burning anger. I hit  him for every year she had spent in terror, for every missed childhood  dream. I didn't stop plowing my fist into him until I grew tired.

"Come near her again, I'll kill you."

I turned and walked out. There was no way of knowing whether or not he  would heed my warning the guy seems not too bright. Either that or his  personal vendetta against her superseded everything else including self  -preservation.





I cleaned up before going to work and at about one I left to pick her up  at school. Our house hunting will have to wait one more day. Today I'm  going to fill every closet in the penthouse with shit for her. I thought  of calling my sister over to get her input but changed my mind. I'm  just not ready to share her with anyone else as yet not even family.

She walked out with the rest of the kids and headed for the car, the  down look on her face disappearing as she climbed in next to me.

"How was your tests love?" I drew her in to get a fix it felt like  forever since I'd dropped her off. I looked at her to make sure she was  okay and that there were no lingering effects from her ordeal the night  before. I'm sure that shit's gonna fuck with her for a while but I'm  gonna do all that's in my power to cut it out like a cancer.

"Easy." She seemed more at ease than when I dropped her off as she  clutched my arm while I drove. Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Damn,  if one morning of freedom could do that for her then I would see that it  never changed.

"We're going shopping again today love, you need clothes and stuff."

"That's too much, after yesterday." She pulled away and fussed with her seat belt.

"Ashley, do you have any idea how much I'm worth?" She shook her head  no, and how refreshing was that? Shit any of the females of my past  acquaintance would sell an ovary for the chance to go shopping on Gideon  Thorpe's dime.

"I'm worth more than you can spend in ten lifetimes so I don't want you worrying about that stuff okay?"

When she didn't answer I chanced a glance at her and found her worrying  her lip again. I know she wasn't accustomed to anyone spending money on  her but she would have to get used to it, I intend to spoil the fuck out  of her everyday for the rest of her life. "I don't really know what to  buy, I've never … "

"So buy everything you like I mean it Ashley if you see something you want I want you to get it."

"I don't know if I can."

"Fine I'll just have to help you then." I decided to change the subject  and asked her about school instead. That seemed to settle her a little  and by the time we pulled up to the mall she was a little more relaxed.  Nothing had been said about Cliffy, she hadn't brought him up and I'd be  fucked if I was going to. Let's hope this was a case of out of sight  out of mind.





Our first stop was one of those young people stores with nothing but  jeans and t shirts where I had her change out of her uniform first  before we got down to some serious shopping. Then I dragged her into  every high- end store that had decent clothing in the window.

It was almost five hours later when we returned home laden down with  shopping bags. Once again she looked like a teenaged girl, her eyes  alight and bursting at the seams to go through her loot again.

"Go ahead babe, I'll start dinner, come find me in the kitchen when you're done."

She kissed me again for the one-hundredth time before heading off to our  bedroom. Our bedroom, I liked the sound of that. Where before I guarded  my freedom like Cerberus at the gates of hades, I was more than happy  to see it go down the drain, she fucking owned me. Completely and  irrevocably, and I wouldn't have it any other way.                       
       
           



       





Chapter 9



She came downstairs not even ten minutes after disappearing with her  loot, all flushed and happy. And just the sight of her made me smile.  She looked so young and carefree here, the way she was supposed to.

"That was quick." I kissed the top of her head my hands were dirty since I'd been marinating salmon steaks for the grill.

"I started to try them on, but then I missed you so I came back down." Shit, could she be any sweeter?

"Hop on up here then and keep me company, then after dinner you can model for me okay baby."

"Okay." She blushed and grinned as she hopped up onto the counter,  barley making it without my help. She was so tiny, my heart clutched, I  could've lost her before I found her. Not now Gideon, just concentrate  on making her happy. That's your new mission in life don't let that  twisted fuck intrude here. This is your first real night together in her  new home you have to make it special.

"Can I help?"

"Nope, I've got it covered. I'm just grilling salad's already made. I  would offer you a glass of wine but I don't want to corrupt you...yet." I  smirked at her and she blushed.

"In Europe I can have wine."

"We'll talk about that when we're there." She pouted at me, her bottom lip just enticing me to take a bite.

"Ummmm cherry. You trying to get me to eat your lips off?" She giggled  as my tongue licked across her lips, shoulders scrunching up to her ears  as I tried for a nibble there too.

"Now behave yourself so I can feed us, you tired my old self out with your shopping."

"Me? That was all your fault. I was finished two hours before you were ready to leave you kept finding stuff for me to try on."

She's right too. I'd had a blast watching her try on new outfits her  eyes widening as each pile grew and bigger and bigger. And that was just  the beginning.

I'd also introduced her to another form of shopping, where someone else  got to model the clothing while we got to sit and sip on champagne or in  her case sparking cider and nibble on foie gras on toast points which I  enjoyed and Blossom turned up her nose at. We'll have to work on her  palette.

For all our complaining we'd both enjoyed ourselves, she was now the  proud owner of a complete wardrobe that would be the envy of any teen  princess.

She'd gotten her ears pierced at my insistence when I caught her staring  at earrings in a shop window. She was now sporting a pair of Tiffany's  two-carat diamond studs, which her fingers kept gravitating towards  repeatedly.

I opened the French doors that lead off the breakfast nook onto the  patio where I had the grill already heating just waiting for the fish.

I'd skewered some fresh pineapple rolled in sugar to grill as well, a  nice accompaniment to the fish. When I'd asked Ashley what she wanted  for dinner her first choice had been McDonald's of all things. I'd  squashed that out the box but after she'd explained that she'd never had  one of America's favorite fast food burgers, I'd almost cried for her.

Immediately I'd shifted my plans for the weekend, Saturday was going to  be dedicated to her only. Whatever she wanted to do, but there was  definitely a Big Mac for lunch in her future.

I hope I survive it I haven't eaten one of those things since I was a  teen. Mom wasn't too big on fast food either, though it wasn't for the  same reasons as her dick of a father. At least we were allowed one every  once in a while, we just weren't allowed to make a habit of it, which  was as it should be.

"I know; I'll set the table." She broke my inner ramblings with that announcement as she jumped down off the counter.

"Already done baby, just relax, there's nothing for you to do."

I could tell she was nervous, probably not accustomed to sitting idly by  while someone else did all the work, took care of her. I wondered what  her evenings had been like at home. Did he make her wait on him hand and  foot? Was she even allowed to watch television? Come to think of it,  there hadn't been one in her room, and I can't imagine she wanted to  spend her free time in a room with him unless she absolutely had to. Put  it away Gideon she's here now and she can watch all the mindless drivel  that teens seemed to like on the tube anytime she likes.

I lit the tapered candles in their silver holders in the middle of the table when dinner was ready.

She blushed as I seated her and I couldn't help kissing her heated cheek. Such a delight my little Blossom.

"I hope you like it."

"I don't think I've ever eaten so much salmon before I met you."