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like that, my legs would have been on display almost up to the creases where my thighs met my ass.  I stood bolt upright so fast I almost felt dizzy.
    I turned and saw him standing there leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place.  Against the backdrop of our shabby apartment, his expensive suit and his immaculately groomed features were accentuated like an oasis of wealth in the poverty-desert.
    My face went red at the comment, then went an even deeper shade when I felt my heart flutter at the crude compliment.  It wasn’t fair!  How could he make me feel anything but hatred?  Nothing made sense.
    I picked up my bag, and tried to squeeze past him without saying anything, feeling his hand give my ass a hard squeeze as I did so.  I gasped and rushed out the front door, a good twenty minutes early for my bus.
    Any snarky comments diverted by my pristine school uniform found a new chink in my armour when I hadn’t completed any of my homework for any of my classes that day.  As each teacher reprimanded me, the snickering of the girls became louder and I overheard a few spiteful little comments.
    At least the boys weren’t joining in, they were too busy looking at my legs.  One even said I looked nice today.  That was a first.  I wondered how long the work of that beauty clinic I’d been treated to would last.
    I went to the library and used one of the computers to look up Eric Lockwood, I knew I had heard the name before.  A little biographical article filled me in.
    Most of the country had heard of him as the person who had, fresh out of law school, burned himself with a cup of tea in a fast food restaurant, suing the fast-food multi-national for a huge sum of money.  After that they had to alter the writing on their cups to include a warning about the obvious.
    Quite a win for ‘the little guy’ over a corporate monster, but Eric didn’t sit on his ass and retire a rich man.  Oh no.  He went overseas where the fast food giant hadn’t yet updated their packaging, burned himself with another cup of tea, and sued them again.
    Of course it raised questions about his motivations but apparently he was so persuasive, so dominant, in the courtroom that he won again.  Since then he’d struck out as a venture capitalist, and absolutely destroyed his direct competition on legal technicalities whenever he decided that his market share wasn’t big enough.
    A billionaire shortly after he turned thirty, he’d been absolutely untouchable for more than a decade now.  That was the kind of track record that bred the arrogance, the self-confidence, that I had witnessed first-hand.
    And now… here he was right in the middle of my life, he’d taken my virginity and my mom’s hand in marriage.  What else did he want, and what could I do to stop him?
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    I was still trying to work out what I would say to my mom when I arrived home that afternoon.  I still had a few hours before she returned from work and I hoped she hadn’t handed in her notice yet under the false impression that she was marrying a billionaire.
    Entering my room I had every intention of powering through as much homework as I could, regular and penalty homework included, but when I opened the door I saw somebody else was already at my desk, filling in some kind of form.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked.
    Eric turned on the chair and faced me, fixing me with that cold blue gaze that gave me a surprise hot flush as I stood there in the doorway.  For a moment he didn’t answer, just took the opportunity to look me up and down, as if admiring his creation, the poor girl who had been showered with gifts and was now dressed in all new clothes with a new haircut, a whole new style.  He looked at me like he owned me.
    “I was just doing some paperwork,” he said, standing up and approaching me.  “Filling in this form for your credit card.  I wasn’t sure whether your monthly limit should be five thousand or ten thousand.  What