The Billionaire's Mask

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Chapter 17


I woke up with a gentle squeeze on my shoulder. I let out a rough groan as I felt a little discomfort around the back of my neck. I massaged the painful part gently, then I gazed up at the window. The sky was still dusky. We were already at the mansion’s gate.

“We’re, uh… home?” I asked.

I must’d fallen asleep, but my head wasn’t pounding anymore. I frowned hard, my eyes were still a bit stuffy. I shifted my head to Brandon’s side. He was watching me. I wasn’t dreaming after all. I suddenly had a lot of questions to him, but I had no energy how to begin.

“About thirty minutes ago,” he responded hoarsely.

I looked away quickly, swallowing my dry throat. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked pretty tired,” he said.

“Oh, so should we—should we get inside now?”

“Yes, but you and I are still going to talk.” He came down first. I wasn’t waiting for him to open the door, so I stepped out of the car myself.

Brandon continued to walk along the dimmed entryway. The only shred of light we had was coming from the ceiling’s warm lights. The only sound I could hear was the thuds of my footsteps. Brandon stopped in the middle of the stairway. I jerked as he looked down at my sneakers.

“You are going to wake up everyone in here,” he whispered, then he looked at me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll take it off.”

“Hey, I didn’t tell you to—”

I bit my lower lip, then I paused for a second to take off the shoes.

Brandon sighed, “You didn’t have to take it off.”

I faked a smile and then I picked up my shoes. I gritted my teeth as my bare feet touched the ice-cold floor.

His home was seriously vast; it almost took us forever before reaching his room. He went straight to his bedroom, and then he took his jacket off, leaving only a black body-hugging shirt. I couldn’t help but admire his physique. He was a bit more muscular than the last time I saw him. Brandon sat on the edge of his bed.

“Why are you standing there? Sit,” he looked up at me, then tapped the empty space beside him. He wants me to sit next to him?

I unhurriedly stepped forward, a little hesitant, Brandon heaved a sigh, he reached my hand, and he pulled me to him. I couldn’t say anything.

“Well, are you just going to sit there?” he asked. “Talk.”

“I—um, I didn’t expect this,” I drawled. “I wanted to ask you about a lot of things. I just realized I’m still unprepared—how did you come out?”

He frowned hard, “Oliver helped me. I wasn’t supposed to come out until…” he stopped.


“What’s with you and Cassius?” he questioned.

“Oh, Cassius? He was only there because Oliver’s fiancée came.” I tried to avoid his eyes. It was partially a lie. I was attracted to his cousin and the biggest deal was he was there for me when I felt so alone. And there was some unexplainable tension going on between us.

“I know when someone is lying to me, Alayna,” he whispered. “Do you like him?”

“I—I don’t, maybe…” I gritted my teeth, “You were ignoring me. I thought you don’t want me near, you anymore.”

He smirked smugly, “Hmm, then it was my fucking fault.”

“It’s not serious. Look, there’s still a lot of things I don’t understand about you. You lifted me up and then you brought me down at the same time. I am not ready for that kind of relationship. Cassius, on the other hand, was available—” I caught my mouth immediately. God, why did I choose those words? “I mean, he was there to dance with me, to talk to me and to have fun with me. It is something I know that you don’t do.”

“Ah, and what else are the things I cannot do? Touch you? Go out to the club with you?” he shook his head, there was a pinch of disappointment in his eyes, “And to recapitulate it all... You want him, am I correct?”

“No. It’s not like that,” I insisted painfully. “Please, Brandon I didn’t intend it to happen.” I bit my lip hard, lowering my head.

Brandon reached out a strand of my hair, then he tucked it underneath my ear. I jolted, his fingers just transferred a high voltage of electricity all over my senses. “You told Ollie that you didn’t want to see me. Why?” he asked.

“I just realized I don’t really belong in your world.”

“No. You don’t.” he matter-of-factly agreed. He pulled his hand away, then clutched the sheet of his bed. “My world is dark. Cassius is right, you deserve better. You deserved someone like him. It’s not a surprise that you like him.”

“I like you more. I like you since the first time I saw you. You are strange, enigmatic and you are far from being normal. Everything about you is a mystery. I can’t help it. I don’t know why or how? I just like you the way you are.”

He laughed quietly, “I love the food you’re cooking for me every day.”

I chuckled, “Then, I’m glad you are eating it.”

“I like you too, Alayna. Everything about you.”

“You do?” I asked.

“I’m willing to give it a try. You don’t belong in my world so let me belong to yours.”

Brandon stood in front of me, his cerulean eyes didn’t leave mine, he pulled out a black shirt over his head and revealed the ugly scar on his chest. The keloid scar was covering almost the half of his left pack. The dry and yellowish dead skin around it was almost painful to see. But I didn’t look away, instead, I stared at it as if it was the most beautiful flaw I’d ever seen. It was Brandon’s perfect imperfections.

“Touch me, Alayna,” he said tenderly, it was almost a whisper.

I swallowed hard, “Are you sure?”

He nodded.

While sitting, I traced the trail of his oblique with my forefinger, then I strolled around his hard six-pack. I stood up, my hands were still on the curves of his stomach.

Brandon let out a hitched breath. I stopped.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

He nodded. “Don’t stop.”

He let my palms found its way to his chest. I slightly felt the texture of his scar against my fingertips. I frowned hard as I found it oddly soft yet the surface was felt thick. I shut my eyes, swallowing hard. I wasn’t sure anymore if I was going to carry on. Brandon, he was breathing painfully hard; I could see that he was resisting. I pulled my hand back.

“No. Don’t stop, please?” he pleaded.

“What if I hurt you again like the last time?” I searched for his eyes.

“This time you won’t,” he murmured. We stared at one another, he brought his hands on my neck, then he pressed a kiss on my forehead. “I’m not supposed to do this now. If I kiss you now I won’t be able to stop. Oliver’s hard work will be for nothing.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m not done with fixing myself,” he said with a forced smile.

“But you seemed fine now. You can bear my touch.”

He shook his head, “No. You’ll know if I’m completely healed. Besides, I may not know how to handle you with my situation like this,” he flashed out a meaningful grin.

“What?” I chuckled, “Are you telling me that you are a virgin and you don’t know how to kiss?”

He let out a delicious laugh, “No. I’m not a virgin.”

“Okay, so you are not a virgin, but you lack experience?” I questioned, but I didn’t mean to sound offensive.

He grumbled, “Alayna, I never had a woman in my life for last ten years, but it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to make a woman satisfied, especially in bed.”

“Oh,” I swallowed hard.

Brandon leaned to my ears, “If I put you in my bed right now, you won’t be able to stand up for a few days because you won’t feel your legs anymore. I could be very gentle and I could be rough. So if you are not ready with this tiny body of yours because obviously skipped meals for a few weeks, You’ll get yourself ready,” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver. Millions of voltage coming from my ears trailed down my every senses.

“O-okay. You’ve... made your point,” I bit my lower lip. “So…” I slip my arms around his neck, “Will I see you again tomorrow?”

He shook his head, “No, but you will. Just give me some time. It won’t take another month. I promise. It would kill me if I don’t see your face again.”

I smiled, “I’ll wait, even if it would kill me too.”

Brandon dipped into face, then he kissed me once more. I parted my lips, and he didn’t hesitate to plunge his thrust his tongue inside. Then, he gently bit my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. There was suddenly a building pleasant tingle in my core. Apparently, he was the only one who could make me feel this way. I was already getting addicted.

Brandon’s lips slightly parted with mine, “It’s getting late. You need to sleep.”

I bit my lip, then I grinned, “Yes, Master.

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