Page 1 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

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June

I didn’t think I was capable of something like this. I stared at the printout of two business class tickets to Shanghai, one for me and the other one for Dave, Kai’s personal bodyguard. All of this in the name of love. Just because the crush of my life finally kissed me then fucked me.

Our sex was ordinary. Not to say it wasn’t great, it was just…ordinary.

Kai had a reputation in the sex department and what I had with him was clearly the more vanilla side of things. Nothing special. Just ordinary sex. No kink. No whips, no bondage, no blood. None of the stuff that he was known for.

But.

He was hungry for me. Like he had been waiting for me all his life and he wanted to treat me like the finest bone china. Unless it was all a clever illusion that he created to confuse me.

Naturally, I wanted more of him. In the meantime, I was scared the good times wouldn’t last. It’s like finally getting a piece of the best tiramisu in town, the one that’s always sold out by the time you order it.

There was no denying it—I had to track him down. Rescue him if need be.

Nobody really knew what had happened to Kai. He was just in trouble. Again.

Although in comparison, his cousin Jenny seemed to be the one who was most likely to attract trouble than him. That woman didn’t seem to be able to have a single peaceful day in her life. This whole situation was a rather eye-opening experience for me.

My big brother warned me about Kai’s dark past. His family was on the rich list of China. People wanted things from them. Connections. Favors. The stubborn ones didn’t play nice, causing mayhem until they got what they wanted from Kai or his family.

Kidnapping. Threatening. Blackmailing. Those were only a few of the things my brother was comfortable telling me about. There were more, he’d said, but he didn’t want to overwhelm me with too much information.

As a doctor, I wouldn’t wish harm on anyone. But when it comes to my loved ones? I would do that a thousand times over. I wanted those who hurt him or who brought him pain to pay for what they did.

I sat at the back of the getaway van feeling a little sick. A young man had booked two tickets for the next flight, and printed all the documents needed with a portable printer within ten minutes of us picking him up. One for Dave. One for me.

Kai had said many times that Dave was the best bodyguard he ever had. Now, with a glimpse of how he operated, with the help of his assistant, and his team, I had begun to understand what Kai meant.

The van finally stopped swaying. We parked outside of a no-parking zone at the airport. Without a word between us, we dashed out of the van and into the airport before the authorities had a chance to approach us.

Navigating around the airport seemed a little challenging today. It appeared to be more chaotic than usual. Perhaps it was the car sickness caused by the fast and furious driving.

Or, as much as I wanted to deny it — the concussion from the car crash I’d caused on purpose to draw Kai out.

Dave handed me my passport as I checked the information board for our check-in desk.

“How the hell…”

“I stole it.” He answered. His reply was straight and punchy. I opened my mouth to protest but nothing came out.

I flipped to the picture page, and it was indeed my passport.

I tried to remember where I’d left my passport, but I couldn’t recall when I’d last seen it. When did Dave decide to take my passport? What else did he and his team go through at my home? Did they go through my personal belongings? My lingerie drawer?

My stomach lurched as I stared at Dave. Had he seen my toys?

We were actually a little early and that meant we could check in first and grab a few items from the duty free. Except we kept getting an error message at the check in machine. It wanted us to go straight to the desk.

I thought not having any baggage would save us time, but apparently not.

Dave picked up the phone his assistant handed him and spat something in Chinese.

Dave gripped my upper arm just under my armpit, dragging me off my feet. “We have to go.” Dave hissed, his voice extremely low, but unmistakably clear.

“What’s going on?” I knew he wasn’t going to tell me anything, but I had to try.