Loathe by the Billionaire

Kayla

I slid into the Uber Jason had ordered me, holding Olivia's house warming gift in my hand. It was just a cheap lamp I got off Etsy and personally bedazzled.

The ride to her newly purchased penthouse was faster than I expected. I got out of the car leaving the driver with a very generous five dollar tip.

I shot my boyfriend a text: [I'm here.]

He responded immediately: [Come right up!]

Jason insisted on coming earlier with my car to help Olivia set up. I'm really grateful that my boyfriend and best friend get along so well.

I saw Olivia's Porsche and Pink G-wagon parked out front. I really wonder why she had a house warming party for each property her father purchased for her. This was the third one this year.

"Hey baby," Jason said, kissing my forehand. He stared at me for a minute, taking in the sundress that hugged my curves in all the right ways. "You look breathtaking."

I couldn't help the giant smile that formed on my face. Jason and I had been dating for three years now. My parents loved him so much, but my sister, not so much. It didn't change the fact that he was a prince and always treated me right.

"Where's Liv?" I finally asked when I snap out of my trance.

"She's over there, greeting her guests," he placed his hand on my waist, pulling me closer. "I'll take your gift upstairs."

While Jason disappeared into the crowd, I made my way to Liv. Her eyes lit up immediately they landed on me. "Kayla, darling," she held my shoulders lightly, placing air kisses on both my cheeks before pushing me to arm's length and drinking me in.

"Darling, that dress," she paused, kissing her teeth. My heart almost did a summersault. She smiled, "Are you trying to get everyone's attention?"

"God, Liv. You scared me."

She laughed, loud, "Don't mind me darling, you look delectable."

I felt a hand snake around me and I turned back to meet Jason's lips. He placed a kiss on my lips before pulling me closer to his hot body where I met his erection. A smile spread across my face.

I just love how he was so attracted to me. Jason kissed me again and Olivia practically groaned. "Get a room!" she said rolling her eyes. I and Jason laughed in response.

"Umm, darling, I hate to separate you two love birds, but, can I borrow Jase for a moment?" Liv pouted.

"Yeah, no problem," I say, nudging Jason playfully.

Olivia claps her hands together. "Perfect. Jason, I need your muscles. I have a literal crate of champagne that needs to go from the service lift to the kitchen, and these caterers are moving like snails." She turned to me, "Darling, be an angel and mind the door for a second? Just grab the gifts from people as they come in. I'll be right back with your man."

"Sure, I don't mind," I replied. I really didn't. Olivia was a good friend and was always there when I needed her. We went to the same Uni. She never really made the fact that she had more money than me a problem.

Jason gave my waist one last squeeze. "Won't be long, baby."

I watched them disappear into the crowd then made my way toward the entrance, putting on my best "hostess" smile.

For a few minutes, it was actually kind of fun. I was handed beautifully wrapped boxes and heavy bags from boutiques I'd never heard of.

The door swung open and a flash of shimmery pink caught the light.

Chelsea.

My sister strut in, looking like she stepped off a runway in a dress I knew she couldn't afford. Her eyes raked over me with judgment.

"Kayla? Why on earth are you playing doorman?" she asked, not trying to hide her disappointment. "Where is Olivia? This is her party, isn't it?"

I shifted the weight of a heavy gift bag in my arms. "She's busy, Chelsea. I'm just helping out."

Chelsea scoffed, crossing her arms. "Of course you are. Still the little goody two-shoes."

I rolled my eyes at my little sister. "You know, you're actually kind of a bitch. It's just a favor for a friend." I look at her empty hands. "And where's your gift? I thought you liked Olivia."

"I didn't bring one," she says simply, checking her nails. "My presence is the gift. Besides, she has enough stuff." She glances around the foyer, her eyes narrowing. "Where's Jason? I haven't seen his boring face yet."

She really hated the guy. Chelsea was a very kind person, and she usually liked everyone.

"He's upstairs," I say, a small frown tugging at my lips. I glance at my watch. "Helping Olivia with some heavy lifting. Actually... it's true, he and Olivia have been gone for a minute now."

Chelsea raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "A minute? How long have they been gone, Kayla?"

"Well, champagne crates are heavy. I'm going to go find them."

"Good luck with that, Kay," Chelsea calls out as she swerves past me toward the bar.

I headed upstairs, checking the kitchen and the dining area, but the penthouse was massive and the music wass starting to get louder, thumping through the floorboards. As I passed a hallway leading to the terrace, a sudden draft hit me.

My sundress, while "breathtaking" according to Jason, is paper-thin. The air conditioning in here was set to 'arctic,' and the evening breeze coming through the open balcony door made my skin break out in goosebumps.

I rubbed my arms, feeling a sudden chill that has nothing to do with the temperature. I need my denim jacket. I left it in the backseat of my car-the one Jason drove here.

I turned away from the party noise and headed toward the back exit. I just need to grab my jacket, clear my head, and then I'll find them.

I stepped out into the cool night air toward the driveway, my heart starts that slow, heavy thud again. My car is bouncing?

The movement continues as I step closer. Did Jason let someone use my car for a make out session?

Disgusting.

I charged towards my car in full speed but stop when I'm only an inch away from the door. The voices in the car are familiar.

The moans grew louder, "Oh, yes. Right there!"

"Fuck Liv, you're so wet!" A masculine voice replied.

Jason?

My whole body grew heavy. I pulled the car door open to find Olivia in a cowgirl position bouncing on my naked boyfriend, in my car.

"What in fucks name is going on here?" I ask before with shock lacing my voice.

Kayla

Jason opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. I wished the ground could just open and swallow me whole.

I closed my eyes for a minute hoping this is a dream but when I open them, Liv is still adjusting her shirt and Jason is pulling his pants up.

"Kayla, look," Jason starts with a trembling voice. He reached out a hand, but I flinched back like he's covered in acid. "It's not... it wasn't supposed to be like this."

Olivia, on the other hand, doesn't even have the decency to look ashamed. She smoothed her hair in the reflection of my fucking car, popping her lips. "Honestly, Kayla, don't be so dramatic," she says as if we're discussing a spilled drink. "It's been happening for months. You were bound to find out eventually."

"Months?" The word chokes me. I turn to Jason, my voice rising an octave. "My best friend, Jason? Of all the people in this city, you chose her?"

"Kayla, please, just calm down," Jason hisses, glancing nervously toward the house. He was more concerned with his reputation than actually trying to make restitution.

"Calm down?" I let out a jagged, hysterical laugh. "I gave you everything! You've been driving my car every other day because you 'needed to look the part.' I poured my savings into your half-baked business ideas. I'm literally going broke because I've been buying you designer suits so you could 'pitch' to investors and all this time, you were using that image to screw my best friend?"

"I was going to tell you," Jason pleads, stepping out from behind the car door. He tries to grab my shoulders. "I just didn't want to hurt you. I do love you, Kayla, but Olivia... she understands the pressure I'm under."

"She understands your pressure because she's the one blowing you when I'm at work!" I scream. My lungs burn. "I worked double shifts so you could have 'startup capital,' Jason. I wore rags so you could wear Gucci!"

"Lower your voice!" Jason snaps, his "prince" persona is finally cracking. I can't believe I didn't see him for the useless piece of shit he was.

He gripped my arm too tight, leaning in close. "You're making a scene. People are looking, Kayla. Stop being embarrassing."

I pulled away and spun around, my breath hitching.

Through the floor to ceiling glass of Olivia's penthouse, I could see people watching and even recording.

"Get the fuck off my sister, idiot." Chelsea. This couldn't be more embarrassing.

"Can you relax Chels," Jason sneered, "I'm trying to fix my relationship here, shut up."

"Relationship?" I laughed loud, "there is no relationship Jason. You're dead to me!"

My eyes land on Olivia who seemed far too relaxed, "When you're done wiping the cum off your face, get the fuck out of my car!"

Olivia practically gasped, "It's not my fault--"

"If you complete that statement, I'll make sure your billionaire daddy doesn't recognize your dumb ass face anymore!" Chelsea practically barked out.

Olivia shut her mouth, ceremoniously putting her clothes on. When she finally come out, she stared Jason down, "This isn't fun anymore. We're done!"

This was fun for her. Of course, the billionaire heiress thought people were toys to be played with.

As if I hadn't gone enough already, I watched my boyfriend get on his knees. "Liv please, don't do this to me," he cried, "I'm nothing with you."

Chelsea snickered, "How could someone be this pathetic?"

"Darling," Olivia said referring to me, "you cannot possible be mad about this mediocre dick. You can do better. Now leave before I call the police." With that she cat walked back into the house.

The audacity.

I climbed into the driver's seat. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely grip the wheel. Chelsea slipped into the passenger seat.

Before I could even shift into gear, she reached into the back seat, grabbed the duffel bag of Jason's gym clothes and the extra designer jacket I'd literally just bought him, and hurled them out the window onto the pavement.

My phone vibrated in my hand. A text from Jason: [How am I supposed to get home?]

The nerve of this bastard. I turned my phone off immediately.

I drove for a couple minutes till the house was completely out of sight. "Kayla," Chelsea called out. I felt her eyes on me for a while now.

"I know, Chelsea! I know! You told me so!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat. I didn't care that I was blowing through a yellow light. I didn't care about the traffic. "You told me he was a leech, you told me he was too perfect, and I didn't listen!"

"Kayla, look at me," she said, reaching out to steady the wheel as I swerved around a slow-moving sedan. "I'm not cruel enough to rub it in right now. Not tonight."

"Three years!" I wailed, the tears finally blurring my vision. "Three years of my life dedicated to that fool. I worked double shifts, Chelsea. I supported his 'business ideas' with my rent money. I bought him those suits so he could 'pitch' to people, and all he was doing was pitching himself into my best friend's bed! What am I going to tell Mom and Dad? They thought he was a prince!"

I was driving like a maniac, my foot heavy on the gas, violating every traffic light in sight.

Chelsea leaned in closer. "Kayla... is it true?" she whispered over the roar of the wind. "Was the dick really... mediocre?"

I stopped breathing for a second. I closed my eyes tight for a moment. "Yes," I choked out, tears streaming down my face. "Yes, it was!"

Chelsea laughed even louder than me. People in the cars around us were staring, but I didn't care. I'd had a hell of a day.

I pressed my foot down on the gas, wanting to get as far away from that house as possible. But the car didn't speed up. It shook.

The steering wheel suddenly got stiff and stopped turning. I pumped the pedal again, but there was no power. The engine made a dry, hacking sound then, the dashboard lights flickered and went black.

The car showed until it drifted to a dead stop. No, not now!

"Kayla?" Chelsea asked, her laughter completely gone. "Why are we stopping?"

I looked down at the gas gauge. The needle wasn't just on empty; it was buried. Jason had used my car all day to ferry Olivia around, and the prick hadn't put a single drop of fuel back in it.

I leaned my head against the steering wheel. "He drained the tank, Chelsea," I whispered. "We're stuck here!"

Kayla

"You're lying!" Chelsea groaned. I didn't say anything because I knew I wasn't.

The cars behind us started to honk like crazy. I didn't think this day could get any worse. Chelsea and I got out, standing by the side of the road in our high heels. In our tight, thin dresses, we looked like hookers.

We put our shoulders against the car and pushed. We strained until we finally got the heavy metal to the side of the road. Other cars just zoomed past us. Some drivers leaned out to scream insults as they went.

"How do we get out of here?" Chelsea asked. She looked like she was about to cry. "I have school tomorrow."

"Shit, that's right," I muttered.

"We can order an Uber," I suggested, reaching into my pocket.

Chelsea looked at me like I was stupid. She held up her phone. "What do you think I've been doing? There's nothing available for an hour."

"Don't take it out on me, Chels. We're in the same boat."

She pouted and her eyebrows pulled together. "I'm sorry. I just have a test and-"

I put a hand on her shoulder. "I know you're going to ace it. Now, let's just focus on waving down a car."

"I don't know how that's going to work with what we're wearing," Chelsea said, looking at her shimmery dress. She had a point.

The first car, a red convertible sped past us. Then, another sports car slowed down to a crawl.

The windows rolled down, "How much for the night?" the driver asked. He had a disgusting, smug grin on his face. The sheer audacity made my blood boil but I said nothing.

"What?" Chelsea sputtered. Her face turned bright red. "Are you insane?"

I pulled her away from the car. I wanted to keep the peace. "Let's just ignore them. Chelsea, I think we should just walk."

"No," the driver said. He turned off the engine and stepped out. "Why would pretty ladies like you walk? We have plenty of room inside." He lowered his window revealing two other men at the back seat.

"Look," I said. "Except you have a tow or can order an Uber, there's not much you can do for us. You can go your way now."

The driver gave me a predatory look. I'm sure was much older than this kid. Who let their untrained child out without a leash. He killed the engine and opened the car door.

Chelsea pulled me towards her, "let's go, we'll come back for the car," she whispered. I was all for the idea before the driver moved right into my personal space.

He smelled like expensive cologne and beer. He looked me up and down. "You can follow us. We'll drive you home."

"I'm sorry for bothering you, but we'll wait for a cab," I said. My voice was starting to shake. "We aren't sex workers. We'll be on our way now!"

His friends alighted too.

What have we gotten ourselves into?

Chelsea was fuming. She opened her mouth to scream something mean, but I clamped my hand over her lips. I looked the driver in the eye. "We're not going anywhere, don't make me scream."

Chelsea struggled against my hand, making muffled angry noises.

The driver's face changed. The smug look was replaced by something nasty. "The only way you're leaving is in the car with us."

He reached into the back seat and pulled out a heavy golf bag. He tossed two clubs to his friends. Without saying a word, the first guy swung at our car. The passenger window exploded. Shards of glass flew everywhere like tiny diamonds.

"No! Stop it!" we screamed.

I didn't think. I just lunged at the driver and grabbed his arm. Chelsea swung her bag at another guy's head.

The driver snarled. He slammed his elbow into my chest, knocking the air out of me. He shoved me with all his strength. I went flying and hit the pavement hard. My back thudded against the ground, and my palms burned as the rough road tore my skin.

"Stay down, bitch," he hissed. He stepped over my legs so I couldn't get up. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." He leaned down, and I could see the sick look in his eyes. "My car is so spacious for you and those curves."

I scrambled backward on my elbows, breathing fast. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst. I backed up until I hit the cold, hard tire of my car.

Suddenly, Chelsea jumped on his back. She pulled his hair as hard as she could. "Get off her!"

The man didn't even care. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her off like she was a rag doll. She hit the ground even harder than I did. She groaned, curled up on the asphalt in her ripped dress.

He turned back to me and raised the golf club.

He stumbled backward when a pair of huge, bright headlights rounded the corner. A massive black SUV stopped right behind them, blinding us all with its lights.

Two other cars stopped behind the SUV. I recognized the convoy immediately.

Sirens wailed loudly and the excort cars opened to reveal some armed men. The door of the black SUV opened too.

The man who stepped out was dressed in an all black suit. He adjusted his cufflinks taking in the situation before him.

"Damien, Blackwood?" The driver stuttered. His voice was laced with fear. His companies literally froze in place.

The CEO of Blackwood Industries. My boss, Damien Blackwood was right here, in front of me.

"What is going on here?" He asked the men who now seemed to scared to talk.

"Umm, we were just--"

"Harassing these young ladies," he sized them up, "if this is how you conduct yourself and treat other people, I'm not sure I'll be doing business with your father anymore."

I almost gagged.

"No, please no." The driver was practically grovelling. "We're already in so much debt, we'll be ruined."

Damien scoffed, "Think about that before harassing defenseless women next time."

One of the security escorts cocked his gun and shot it in the air.

The driver practically peed himself.