The Billionaire's Temptation: Love, Family and Revenge-Chapter 33: Fredricks Visitor

Looking at her she freeness troubled and unrelaxed "Do you need to see him?"

"Oh... yes," she admitted, her shoulders slumping slightly. "But it’s alright if he’s gone."

"No, Miss," the butler said encouragingly. "If it’s urgent, you can still catch up to him. He left less than a minute ago—if you hurry, you might be able to reach him before he drives off."

"It’s alright. Don’t worry, sir. Thanks," Elena said sadly before turning around and heading back up the stairs.

She wondered why Ford had woken up so early for work. She still wanted to apologize for what had happened the day before, but she had missed her chance. Letting out a sigh, she climbed the staircase, her mind filled with regret—until a sudden thought struck her.

Spinning around quickly, she met the butler’s gaze. "Can I be permitted to prepare lunch for Mr. Ford?" she asked hesitantly, already doubting she would be allowed. Even boiling an egg for herself had always been refused, with the butler insisting that there were servants for such tasks.

To her surprise, the butler nodded. "Yes, you can, Miss Elena, but..." He paused, studying her calmly.

Elena frowned slightly, wondering what condition he was about to add.

"A servant will assist you," he finished.

"Assist?" she repeated, shaking her head. "I truly don’t need help. I can do it all by myself," she protested quickly.

But when she noticed the butler’s expression darken slightly, she forced a smile and relented. "Okay, anything you say," she agreed.

She couldn’t wait to prepare a delicious meal for Ford as her way of apologizing.

Meanwhile, in his office, Frederick struggled to contain his anger as he flipped through files, his frustration growing with each passing second. Everything seemed to be going wrong for him.

He had carefully planned to introduce his girlfriend to Mr. Lugard that week—a move he had been looking forward to—but all of those plans had crumbled when she abruptly broke up with him that morning.

His anger only intensified because he was certain that Ford was up to something big—he just couldn’t quite figure out what. He had even hired someone to monitor Ford’s movements, but after the first day, the informant never reported back. Frederick was convinced Ford had something to do with that.

Still trying to make sense of everything, he was interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Come in!" he snapped, his irritation evident.

The door opened, and his secretary stepped in. "Sir, a lady is here to see you," she reported promptly.

"A lady?" he repeated, pausing his work to look at her.

"Yes, sir," she confirmed.

"And did she say who she was?" he asked, growing curious.

"She said her name is Jane Johnson," the secretary replied.

"Jane Johnson?" Frederick asked in surprise. He frowned, trying to recall where he had heard that name before. Then, suddenly, it clicked.

She was one of the women his father had arranged for them to meet. But on the day they were introduced, she had been completely engrossed in Ford, barely paying attention to anyone else.

A slow smile crept onto his face. "Let her in," he instructed.

"Okay, sir," the secretary said before leaving the room.

Frederick leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening. He couldn’t help but wonder—what could possibly be bringing her to his office now? The last time they met, she hadn’t even spared him a glance.

Just then, another knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Fredrick said, granting the person permission. He smiled in curiosity, eager to see who it was. The moment she stepped inside, his smile widened.

"Oh my—Jane! What brings you to my office?" he asked, still smiling.

Jane walked straight toward him, a warm but reserved smile on her lips. As she reached his desk, she gracefully took a seat.

"Looks like you’ve already made yourself comfortable," he remarked with a grin.

"It’s been a while, Fred," Jane replied, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

"Indeed, it has. The last time we met was during the introduction, if I’m not mistaken," he said confidently, his eyes subtly assessing her.

Jane nodded slightly, confirming his statement.

"So, Miss Jane Johnson, what brings you here? The last time we met, you couldn’t even look me in the eye," Fredrick said, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Really? I didn’t realize that’s how you saw it. Pardon me," Jane responded, feigning ignorance.

"So, tell me—what brings you here?" he asked again.

She adjusted herself in her seat, taking a deep breath. She knew that what she was about to say might shock him.

"I need your help," she said at once, looking him straight in the eye.

"My help? What do you need my help for?" he asked immediately, his curiosity piqued. The conversation was becoming more interesting. Sitting upright, he waited for her response.

"I need your help with your brother, Ford. In fact, I want him for myself," Jane explained without hesitation.

Hearing her words, Fredrick’s expression shifted. He had thought she had come for him. Seeing her up close for the first time, he had felt an undeniable attraction to her—but now, here she was, talking about his brother instead. A wave of anger boiled within him.

"Then go have him for yourself. How is that my problem? How am I supposed to help you?" Fredrick asked, his tone sharpening.

"Calm down," Jane pleaded gently. "Help me win your brother over. I need him to love me again—to take his heart back from Elena. Please."

Fredrick studied her intently. Jealousy gnawed at him, yet he wasn’t about to refuse her. No—he was going to use this to his advantage.

Slowly, he stood up.

"Oh, my beautiful Jane," he murmured, his voice smooth and deliberate. "What you’re asking for isn’t impossible... but what do I get in return?"

Moving toward her chair, he leaned in close, his breath warm against her skin. Gently, he brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen over her neck, his fingers barely grazing her skin.

Jane tensed up immediately, startled by his sudden presence behind her. She could feel him inching closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as she sensed his proximity.

"What... what do you want?" she asked in a shaky voice, her pulse quickening.

"I want you," Fredrick stated bluntly, his voice unwavering.

"Me? How?" she stammered, jumping from her seat the moment his lips brushed against her neck.

"Yes, you, of course," he continued smoothly. "I’ll help you get my brother to marry you, and in return, you’ll satisfy my desires."

Deep down, he knew he was being brutally direct and that she would likely reject his offer. But it didn’t matter.

"I can give you time to think about it. No rush—take your time," he added, leaning back into his chair. His expression was unreadable, but his words carried an air of finality.

"But remember, time waits for no one," he warned before shifting his attention back to the files on his desk, pretending to be engrossed in them.

There Jane stood, trapped in thought. What had she expected? That he would simply help her out of kindness? Of course, he would want something in return—it was a give-and-take situation.

She couldn’t afford to lose to Elena. She would do anything to have Ford. She wanted him desperately, and she refused to sit idly by while Elena stayed by his side.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself.

"I agree. Let’s do it. I’ll give myself to you, and in return, you’ll help me get Ford to marry me," she stated boldly.

Fredrick stopped what he was doing. Slowly, he turned in his seat, his dark eyes locking onto hers, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

"That’s the spirit. Now you’re talking," he said with a smirk.

Smiling, he stood up and reached for her wrist, his grip firm yet controlled. Leaning in close, his lips nearly brushed her ear as he whispered, "I’m horny and need to release. Why don’t we start right here?"

Without waiting for a response, he pulled her toward the desk, his eyes dark with intent. With one swift motion, he pushed aside the papers and objects cluttering the surface, making space.

Jane watched as he led her toward the table. She didn’t resist. She had already made up her mind. She was ready—ready to do whatever it took to get what she needed, what she wanted.

The moment they reached the desk, he lifted her effortlessly, placing her onto the cleared surface, his hands lingering against her waist.