“It’s time to get dressed. You aren’t heavy and I want to know if you are in pain.”
“I’m fine,” she said curtly.
“I disagree. You were in a lot of pain before and your face looks drawn and pale. You need medication. Does this happen every month?”
Fallon gave a sigh and lay back down after trying to get up and feeling his hand press down on her stomach to dissuade her from moving until she answered him.
“Yes. I get bad PMT and my period takes a while to come on. I can’t believe you are interested in this. This is weird and isn’t any of your business.”
“I am concerned about your health and well-being,” he said uncaring about her remark. To him it was natural. “When we come back from Norway I will schedule an appointment with a doctor to have you examined.”
“No.”
“Yes. Must we go through this argument again. You will do as I tell you.”
“I am not a child.”
Vidar decided to ignore her and stood from the bed.
“Let’s get you in the shower. I have already picked out a dress and underwear for you. They will be lying on the bed for you when you come out,” he said taking her hand to help her from the bed to lead her to the bathroom. “Do not put them on until I have come back to insert your tampon. I will get you some painkillers.”
She turned to protest but he quickly tapped her bottom with his hand and gave her an encouraging careful push inside the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her. He waited until he heard the shower running and left.
The Billionaire made his way down the sweeping staircase to cross the cream and gold interior of the main sitting area to his study to make a call before the guests began to arrive. His mobile rang. It was one of his security team in Stavanger already searching for Stena.
“As you requested we have invited the man we believe might know of your sister’s whereabouts. He will be at the party tonight.”
“Good. Maybe we can move this forward and get her home safe.”
Vidar ended the call, excited he might finally get to meet his sister and be reunited with lost family. He made his business call in his study looking out at the picturesque small white wooden houses of Old Stavanger, dwarfed by the yacht and the cruise ship docked in front of them, doused in the early evening sunshine. The beautiful houses with cobbled streets weaving in and around them on a bank were gaily decorated with vibrant coloured flowers in pots and hanging baskets. He fancied he might take Fallon for a walk around them and show her the beauty of his country tomorrow before taking her for lunch. He sighed. What the hell was he doing? He was trying to romance her when he had changed her life and forced her to live a new one with him. Could there ever be a loving relationship between two people on that foundation? Perhaps he was right, he was crazy and deluded to believe so but something told him now that she was under his skin he wasn’t going to give up trying. He finished his call and returned to the cabin.
Fallon had been reluctant to have another tampon inserted by him. He’d made her lie on the bed with her legs bent and open as he knelt between them and completed the task. She put on the red dress he had provided with a distasteful look.
“You dressing me like a whore in red?” she mocked.
“No. I happen to believe you would look stunning in red,” he said with annoyance. The night was going to be a difficult one. “And I was right.”
He led her down the stairs by the hand to the sitting area and prepared to receive his guests as they boarded. The Billionaire teasingly introduced her to everyone as the new love in his life. This was a mistake. She took it for so long and then he could see her rage boil over. He knew he was on dangerous ground but he liked the sexual friction it created between them but still, he did not expect the reaction she was about to give him. She pulled away in the middle of the floor and spoke to everyone in the room.
“Does everyone know what I am to their precious friend? He has made me his whore. I am always to be at his service and beck and call. He kidnapped me from my home and threatened my father,” she sneered.
Vidar walked calmly towards her and took hold of her arm.
“Enough, Fallon,” he told her, firmly tugging her away from the middle of the outside area, where his guests were being treated to champagne and cocktails before they entered the main enclosed area where they were all to dine.
“What’s the matter Mr Alvarsson, can’t you get a woman without blackmailing her father?” she shouted so her silent captive audience could hear as he pulled her away closing the glass doors behind them.
Vidar wound his arm around her waist to lift her up against him and carried her up the stairs to another closed in, out of the way area and that was when the real fight started.
Fallon wriggled free and swung a punch at him. It caught the side of his jaw making him wince. The Billionaire rubbed it, marvelling at the precision aim of her right hook, more impressed than shocked. He tasted a trickle of blood in his mouth as she backed away shouting at him. She ran towards the front door prompting him to action. The Billionaire ran after her and caught her arms. This time she kicked him in the shin hard. The pain surged through him, mixing with the lightning intensity of his temper, which quickly ignited allowing something primal to consume him and take control.
Vidar wound his fist into her
