The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The events of the previous night came rushing back to her head, and panic sent

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“W what… how did y you…? She slammered, her voice barely above a whisper, as she was unable to put a proper sentence out

She had lodged into the hotel so no one would find her, but he had, and not only that, he was comfortably sitting in the room, the same one he had made sure she locked.

His lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “You didn’t think you could drug me, run off, and hide in a place a this, without me finding you, did you?”

As he spoke, he rose

Nivera’s pulse thundered in her ears as she scrambled off the bed, pressing herself against the wall “Stay away from me the hissed, though her voice trembled with fear..

Damn, she should have gotten a gun to protect herself.

The devil chuckled, the sound low and menacing, and it made goosebumps appear on her skin. “After what you pulled last night? Oh, I don’t think so.”

Her eyes darted to the door, wondering if she had a chance of escaping, but he held up a key, twirling it between his fingers

“Locked,” he said casually. “And even if you manage to escape, there are men downstairs who will capture you before you even step foot outside motel,”

Panic clawed at fer chest as her mind raced. She had to find a way out.

“Although, I’m hoping you take the hard way out so I can punish you the way I want to.”

“What do you want?” she demanded, trying to steady her voice.

The devil began to walk, his movements slow and deliberate as he closed the distance between them. He towered over her, his presence suffocating.

Despite her being tall, in front of the man, she felt short.

“I want a lot from you,” he said, his tone icy. “But let’s start with who you are, and why did you think it was a good idea to drug me?”

Her heart pounded as she met his gaze, No, she couldn’t show she was afraid, as the devil looked like he thrived on fear, “I’m not afraid of you” shelled.

her voice quivering.

He tilted his head, his smirk widening. “You should be

He lay sprawled across the plush, king–sized bed in his sprawling mansion, the soft silk sheets caressing his skin as he stretched larily

The bed was soft just the way he liked it. The perfect level of comfort he had been waiting for all damn day

A smirk tugged at Alejandro Garcia’s lips as he sank deeper into the mattress.

The exhaustion that had clung to his bones finally began to lift, the kind of deep, satisfying rest he had been chasing for werks.

His smile suddenly faltered as a nagging thought crept into his mind, one he had been ignoring for minutes now.

He couldn’t remember driving home. How as that possible when he was in his room, on his bed?

He tried to remember how he got here, but his thoughts were sluggish, muddled

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In fact, the last thing he remembered was being at the club his clubs after being called there,

The pulsating music, the dimly lit corridors, the sharp sting of a needle piercing his neck:

His eyes immediately snapped open, and he bolted upright, his heart pounding in his chest.

The luxurious bedroom dissolved before his eyes, replaced by the familiar surroundings of his office at the clubs, He was on the sofa,

He groaned, pushing himself up, only to wince as a sharp pain stabbed through his neck.

His hand flew to the spot instinctively, fingers pressing against it. Gosh, it hurt

His jaw tightened, and his expression darkened, his usual charm replaced by a cold, calculating glare, one that only happened when son

trouble.

“Finally awake, see,” a familiar deep voice drawled from across the room.

Alejandro turned his head sharply, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Martins, his head of security, one whose presence he considered annoying but

one he couldn’t afford to not have around.

The man stood with his arms crossed, his broad frame casting a shadow over the room. His expression was unreadable, but Alejandro could

tension in the air.

“What happened?” Alejandro’s voice was rough, laced with irritation.

“We found you unconscious in the hallway alongside the dead goon,” Martins said, stepping closer.

“There were no cameras in that area, so it was hard to tell what happened exactly. The doctor we called said you were drugged. It’s worn off mostly bur you might feel a little sluggish for a while.”

Alejandro inhaled deeply through his nose, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to push past the remaining dizziness. He was out? For how long!

“How long

was I unconscious for?”

“It’s already the next day. Afternoon.”

His hands curled into fists. If he’d been unconscious all night and most of the morning, then she had nearly a full day’s head start on him. That didn’t sit

well with him at

Martins studied him, his brows knitting together. “What exactly happened?”

Alejandro exhaled harshly, his mind flashing back to that moment in the hallway.

The way she had turned to him, her quick, precise movements as she injected him, She was no fool Who was she, and who sent her? He had a lot of -enemies, so it was impossible to ascertain exactly who it was

I was drugged,” he said simply, not bothering to add any more details, as the last thing he needed anyone knowing was that he had been taken out by a

woman.

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, the anger simmering beneath the surface threatening to bol over

“That woman, the one who misbehaved with me at the club,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “Do we have anything on h

Martins nodded, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a slock black folder. He then handed it to Alejandro, who snatched it without hesitation

Flipping it open, his eyes scanned the contents–a photo of the woman, her game, and a few sparse details.

It wasn’t detailed like the report he normally received which meant Martins was still working on it, but this would de

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“Nivera Elton,” Martins said, confirming what Alejandro was already reading

We’re still gathering more information on her, but she used her credit card check into a motet not far from here. Seems she didn’t go far?

Alejandro’s lips curled into an evil smile, though his eyes remained icy “Good: Let’s pay her a visit

Martins raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re up for it? That drug..

“I’m fine.” Alejandro snapped, cutting him off. He then stood, his legs slightly unsteady, but he steadied himself with a hand on the arm of the sofa.

“Get the car ready. We’re leaving now”

“Are you sure?” Martins frowned persistently. “You’re still recovering from what you were injected with ”

Alejandro shot him a look that silenced any further protests. “You’re driving”

Martins didn’t argue this time. Within minutes, they were in the car, the city blurring past as Alejandro satin brooding silence.

He ignored the lingering dizziness, focusing solely on the fire burning in his chest.

The drive to the motel was tense, the silence in the car broken only by the low hum of the engine.

Nivera Elton!

The name echoed in his head, each syllable fueling his anger.

She had dared to cross him, to drug him in his own club. No one did that and walked away unscathed.

He should have just fired the gun and killed her instead of wasting time.

When they arrived at the motel, Alejandro didn’t wait for Martins to open the door. He stepped out, his sharp suit a stark contrast to the gloomy surroundings.

The neon sign flickered above him, casting an eerie glow on the cracked pavement, and he strode inside, Martins following closely behind

The dimly lit lobby smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap cleaning products. He couldn’t even remember the last time he stepped foot in such a place beneath him.

The receptionist, a young

young woman with too much makeup and a bored expression, looked up as they entered.

Her eyes widened when she recognized him, her mouth falling open in shock “M–Mr. Garcia?” she stammered, her voice trembling Wwhat are you doing here?

Alejandro ignored her initial shock, his tone cold and clipped as he spoke. “Nivera Elton. Which room is she in?”

never thought I’d see the famous Alejandro Garcia in a place like this. What brings you here?”

Alejandro’s patience snapped. He wasn’t in the mood for whatever the woman was doing.

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