Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"I DON'T want to see you."

That was Mason's greeting as I entered his office. No one else knew that inside his office was my own little workspace-a mini-office he'd set up just for me.novelbin

I rarely came here, so it worked fine for me.

"As if." I rolled my eyes. "I told you, I'm your accounting consultant."

I opened the glass door and stepped into my office. The white-and-black-themed cubicle greeted me, complete with a black PC and keyboard to stop the large desk I had personally picked. Simple. Minimalist. Exactly my style.

"You're fired."

I let out a laugh and placed my black bag on the chair. "You can't fire your own sister, Mason-"

I froze mid-sentence when I noticed unfamiliar items on my desk. They weren't mine-pink and overly girly. A ponytail holder and... a lace bra?

"Whose stuff is this?" I asked, gulping as I pointed to the items. "Do you have a girlfriend working here?"

I held up the lace bra, showing it to my visibly flustered brother, who rushed over to snatch it from my hand. What the hell? The thought that he might've done something indecent in my space made me want to gag. Maybe it's time I got my own office.

"Shut up," he muttered, grabbing the bra and the hair tie from me.

He was hiding something-I knew it. Sooner or later, he'd find someone, and honestly, it was about time. After all the years he spent looking after me, he deserved his own happiness.

"Grumpy." I smirked, deciding to change the topic since he looked so uncomfortable. "Did the board meeting end already? That was fast."

"It's eight forty-five already," he replied, pointing at his watch. He pulled some folders from his desk drawer and handed them to me. "Here. Study these."

The folders contained the financial statements for the quarter-the ones discussed in the board meeting earlier. I needed to review them before speaking with Mason and asking about certain parts of the statements. Using that, I crafted suggestions to help improve the company's profitability. Of course, I wanted the company to succeed-bigger profits meant bigger shares for me.

Once I was done, I headed to a vacant room next to Mason's office, only to get pissed off. Some damned manager tried to harass me. Maybe he thought I was just an ordinary employee he could mess with.

"If you don't have anything professional to do..." I grabbed his shoulders tightly, hearing a satisfying crack. Probably a bone. "... keep your damn hands to yourself, okay?"

I patted his shoulder as he cried out in pain before leaving the room. I'd make sure Mason heard about this. People like that didn't deserve a place in the company.

As I was walking past the lobby, someone suddenly blocked my way. A man in a white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks. His curly, messy hair caught my attention.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ash asked as I suddenly slapped him. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but he still looked confused.

"I'm just checking. I thought I might be dreaming," I replied.

"Does that mean I haunt even your dreams?" He smirked.

"It's safer to call it a nightmare, Ash." I couldn't help but laugh. "What do you want from me?"

He grabbed my wrists, leaning closer.

"Let's talk," he said, his voice sweet and seductive-almost enough to make my heart waver.

IT MAY look like a date, but it wasn't. Ash sat across from me, silently watching as I ate my ice cream. I even caught him swallowing hard when I licked the excess ice cream from my upper lip.

I smirked. I had no intention of seducing him, but judging by the way he was acting, it seemed like he was falling for me all over again.

Still, I was annoyed. I was almost done with my vanilla ice cream, and he still hadn't said a word.

"You said you wanted to talk, but it's been fifteen minutes. Is this a staring game?" I asked in frustration, taking the last spoonful of ice cream. "Or maybe you just wanted someone to eat with?" Maybe that's why he wanted to eat here, at our company. Perhaps he was just looking for a companion, just like last time.

"About our child-"

I placed the ice cream cup down forcefully, glaring at him. He had the nerve to come here and bring that up? It wasn't like him to do this. He'd always seemed indifferent about what happened to me. He hadn't even tried to contact me all these years. It was only recently that everything turned into a mess.

"I don't like where this conversation is headed," I said, grabbing a napkin from the table to wipe my lips.

I know ice cream isn't the best choice for lunch, but it turned out to be a good decision. Anything heavier, and I would've lost my appetite because of Ash.

I stood up, ready to leave since his visit seemed pointless, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me look back at him.

"Let go of me," I commanded firmly. "Or else, I'll stab you with this."

Everyone in the café turned toward us as I drove the fork into the table with force. I wouldn't hesitate to use it on his hand a second time.

"Where's our child, Sapphire?" His voice deepened, and his grip on my wrist tightened. I didn't flinch or show pain. "Stop being a coward and answer me. I want to see my child."

"What?" I let out a dry laugh at his words. I was reconsidering stabbing him-not in the hand this time, but in his mouth, for spouting nonsense. "It's none of your business-"

"It is my business." Realizing he was gripping my wrist too tightly, he loosened his hold and gently brushed his hand over mine. "You're my business, as is our child."

His voice was so sincere it made me close my eyes for a moment. But I couldn't let myself be fooled. I was sure he was just trying to manipulate my emotions to get the truth. But I wouldn't let that happen. I'd rather die than let him take my children.

"You don't own me anymore, Ash. You ended our relationship five years ago. Don't you remember?"

I flicked his hand away and stood up. Walking past him, I leaned down and whispered a lie that could either ease his guilt or crush him.

"And to answer your question, my child is dead. They died along with my soul the day you betrayed me."