The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Chapter 13

Augustus

I bring the woman into my arms and was about to guide her to one of the private rooms when my gaze accidentally falls on a girl, the girl who controlled my every dream since last ten years. Dressed in a short black frock escalating her long thin creamy legs she looked absolutely a seductress yet polished in a unique way.

"Come on sweetheart..." the woman in my arms purrs at me in an attempt to gain my attention. I remove her filthy hands from my shirt and look at her thunderous. "Get out of my way." My voice was low but menacing. I land back at the bar seizing my friend's attention and my vision ones again goes trained to the 'beauty in black'.

Coming out of her trance, I turn my gaze to the bar attainder ordering for a drink. Harry looks at me bewildered and looks at the girl I was following a while ago sipping the scotch in his hands. "That girl is not an easy catch like what you think." He speaks to me nonchalantly grabbing my observation. I look at him surprised. "Do you know her?" He shakes his head casually, emptying the contents of his glass. "I do not know her personally but I know very well about her family."

Harry has been my friend since my toddler years. He has always been 'happy go lucky' type of a person. But this time, putting aside all his hunky-funky businesses, he looks at me momentous. "Grab any girl from here, I bet you will have a great night but not that girl in 'black'." I look at him perplexed. He puts down his glass on the bar counter emptying its contents and speaks in a low, guarding voice. "Angelica Evans, the daughter of underworld don, a drug smuggler and a hacking king Robert Evans. Till date Robert had done endless crimes but no court could prove him guilty. Being the mafia leader he has many under world businesses and could nullify all the cases against him, only God knows how. That lass in black is a threat to you."

"Oh! There my friend completes his little speech of blowing the mantra in my innocuous ears."
I look at him shaking my head and giving a sarcastic chuckle. "If Angelica's dad is a mafia leader then I am no less 'an imploring saint' I will have her by whatever means." I answer him determined. I am a damn billionaire, the ruler of this business world and everything happens according to what I wish.

"By the way 'Black' is the colour I like the most." I answer him with a casual smile on my face emptying the contents of the glass. But the next moment my smile goes replaced with a threatening scowl. My angel was trying to resist an assaulter. Blood runs cold within my system gauging the incident. I peal myself out of the bar stool spontaneously. Landing two blows on her aggressor I grab the near unconscious body of my angel. "I don't allow people to touch what's mine." Marking my words dangerously low to the bleeding man I give a nod to Harry indicating him of my departure holding my girl to the chest.

Carrying Angelica in my arms I couldn't stop wondering on how light she weighed. Taking dominant strides out of the club, I look down and appreciate the beauty resting on my shoulder. She had the most prepossessing smile. Her pink full lips were like rose petals pulling me into her like some form of magnetism. That tiny nose looked so cute and pointed like it would pierce into my heart marking its place. Those ocean blue orbs, I would drown into them and swim through the eternity. The Lord for sure might have created her in his leisure investing all his time in making this master piece.

I fell in love with Angelica ten years back. It was something like love at first sight. Since then I never stopped chasing my Angel. I always had a watch on her from afar. I guarded her like a protector and did not allow a man in her life other than her dad. Though I strongly condemned her dad's execution of calling me a paedophile, I was for sure a cradle snatcher right since the beginning. Nevertheless I would never accept my feelings for 'my little love' in public.

In spite of my parent's strong wishes I stayed unmarried for my angel to grow up. Tomorrow Angelica will be turning twenty one. Buckling the safety belt, I gaze at 'her' unconscious form. Unable to resist my urge to kiss her I smooch her forehead. "Daddy go away." She mutters in her near unconscious state. My lips automatically twist upwards bringing in a smile. She is surely drunk to the core.

How could her dad allow her to a pub? Anything could have happened to her in that drunkenness. The feeling brought an uncontrollable anger on my countenance. At the age of twenty Angel still stays with her dad which reveals a strong bond of their daddy- daughter relationship. In a way I was a fan of their attachment. Staying with her dad would always keep Angelica safe and away from all the skirt chasers in this city. Nonetheless I wouldn't think twice to chop their heads had they even been in her affinity.

I stop the car in front her entrance. Cautiously unlatching the safety belt not to disturb her, I carry her securely in my arms close to my chest and ring the bell on the entrance. A maid in her late fifties opens the door. Her vision immediately arrests on the resting form of Angelica. Before she could have a panic attack I speak my words softly to her. "Angelica is fine. She is just drunk. Where is her bed room?" I look around the huge hall bringing the elderly lady out of her trance. She nods and walks ahead of me directing me to a room upstairs.

I delicately place her on the soft mattress and turn around to meet the cold gaze of her father. His expressions were rather stoic but he speaks to me cordially and extends his hand for shake. "Hello Mr Augustus Martin, I am Robert Evans, Angelica's father. Thank you for saving my daughter." He tells me masking his emotions with a forced smile.

"Your daughter was almost raped. Don't you know you have to make yourself double sure in watching an adolescent daughter?" I could not stop but pour out my possessive feelings on the elderly man.