A Baby for the Billionaire

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I go to a closet, open the doors and wonder, I wouldn't want to borrow something that could be important to him.

I walk out of the room to the bathroom where I left my friend and I hear her throwing up. Oh, gosh, this is very bad, it shouldn't be like this.

"Friend?" I ask her.

"Is everything alright?"

A familiar voice appears in front of me holding a glass. God, if I see another one of those, I think I'll end up just like Rhonda.

"I think that she..."

"Oh, she'll be fine. Better outside than inside, right?" he tells me with the corners of his eyes slanted. "Did you find my room?"

"Yes, in fact, I didn't know what to wear..."

"Come, I'll tell you. It's not a good idea for you to stay wet, you're going to get sick."

"Y...yes," I nod.

I let him lead me to the room. I go in first and he closes the door behind him. Is that necessary? I don't know if I want to be within these four walls with this guy. It's okay that he's very attractive, but the situation is starting to make me uncomfortable and I'm not sure if my friend is okay.

He steps forward and opens a drawer.

"Come, what do you think of this one?"

He shows me a jersey from his football team, where he obviously has a good position.

"It's old, but it's pretty and it'll look good on you. In fact, I only have one left, if you want you can keep it."

I swallow thickly, receiving the shirt from him and holding it away from me so I don't get it wet.

"Thank you," I reply.

And a tense silence of a few seconds is generated.

He begins to examine my lips, eyes, and takes a step forward.

"Are you going to wear it?"

I guess I need to be alone for that.

"Y...yes," I mutter, waiting for the moment when he's out of the room.

He steps further.

His torso is already pressed against mine.

"Or do you need help?" he asks me, wrapping his hands around the edges of my wet shirt.

"I..." I start, noticing my jaw is shaking.

But not because of the cold but because of the horror that this tense situation causes me. Does he seriously not notice that he is making me uncomfortable?

"Calm down, I'll help you, it's not a good idea for you to continue to be cold."

He pulls my shirt out until I take it off.

I stand in my bra in front of him and try to rush into his shirt.

However, he takes it from my hands and throws it to the ground.

"Jo...Jordan..." I mutter.

"Shhh, calm down, everything is fine" he asserts and presses his lips against mine. For a moment I remain stunned, until I manage to react when I feel the full weight of his body affirming himself against my torso, cornering me against the bed.

"Jordan, seriously," I assure, trying to push him away by exerting force with my hands on his chest. "You're an extremely attractive guy, but I'm not sure this is what I want," I comment with a broken voice.

"It will be until you warm up," he assures.

And once he throws me on the bed, he stands in front of me. His hands go to his fly and I use his distraction to escape over the side.

"Hey!" he says.

But I'm already holding on to the door handle.

Luckily it isn't locked. Thank God! I push it open and run out of Jordan's room.

"Juliet, come back here!" he yells at me from behind.

No.

No no no.

I get to the bathroom and yell at her "Rhonda, come on!"

Jordan appears at the door of his room.

"Juliet!"

Holy shit.

I push the door and feel that it has a little weight against it. I push the hardest until I get into the bathroom and I find my friend vomited and passed out on the floor.

"JULIET!" Jordan yells. "Why the hell are you doing this?!"

What did I do?

"Rhonda!" I yell, trying to space her out.

When I sense Jordan too close, I lock the bathroom door and feel for my cell phone in my pants pocket.

"My God, what did they give you?" I murmur strangely. "You need an ambulance."

I don't know what they gave her, but whatever it is, they gave it to me too and sooner or later it will have the same effect on me.

Terrified, I seek help at the first contact that comes to my mind, who can guide me on what I should do or can move some influence so that they assist us immediately.

"JULIET! OPEN THAT DOOR! YOU ARE IN MY HOUSE, REMEMBER!"

And he pounds the bathroom door with dry blows.

"Rhonda, wake up, please," I ask as it dawns on me that my help contact no longer exists.

I have deleted it!

I'm certain.

So I go to the only escape I can find. I open my online language classes app, trace the chat with Kerem and send him a message with a desperate cry for help.

"OPEN THAT DOOR NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL BRING IT DOWN!"

"Go away, Jordan! Let us go! Or I'll call the police!"

"Of course you won't do anything, damn it!"

And he pounded on the door again.

"Friend..." I turn to her, trying to sit her down. "Good God, what kind of people did you get involved with? I knew you were up to no good, I knew you needed help!"

Kerem please answer me and tell me what to do!