Entangled with My Dr. Off-Limits Billionaire

1. Chapter 1 The Independent Woman, Her Brother, And The Stranger（s）.

Chapter 1: The Independent Woman, Her Brother, And The Stranger(s).

Madison

'You're so beautiful.'

'I wonder what it would be like to eat off of your body.'

"Won't you answer me?'

'I love you so much.'

'I'll be in your city soon. We definitely need to hang out.'

Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete!

I stare at my smartphone, a little shaken by how obsessive this man has become lately.

Ever since I took to social media to advertise my writing skills and create YouTube Content, a certain Steven wouldn't leave me alone, sending me private messages on my social media apps.

At first, it was cute, but a year has passed, and he keeps getting more and more creepy. I try blocking him and reporting his account, but he always finds a way to create a new one and taunts my life.

I stopped replying to his DMs, and he moved to my comment section. After each post, I had to read through and delete comments like the ones above.

As if I don't have enough to worry about already.

I need a drink, lots of it. And just a different atmosphere from the stuffy one at home.

I'm dressed in a mini gown that hugs my body and shows off my features properly.

One last look in the mirror, and I'm convinced that I look good enough to leave for the club.

"Some company wouldn't be a bad idea," I say to myself. I open my contacts and start scrolling through, looking for who'll be my accomplice. I settle on Gwen, my bestie since high school.

"Hey, lovely," I call as she answers the phone.

"What's up, lovebug?" she replies with a cheerful tone.

"My creepy fan is at it again," I complain.

"What? The Steven Stalker?" she asks.

"Yeah…"

"What did he say or do this time?" she inquires.

"He says he's going to visit me," I rub my eyelids as I try to suppress the frustration a stranger from nowhere is making me feel.

"He's going to travel all the way to LA just to see you?" she asks and continues, "Well, at least you got a man who's ready to cross the seas just for your sake. I wonder when I will get my own Steven."

"You can have mine," I offer.

"And let you miss out on your chance at getting a happily ever after?" she replies. "What kind of friend will that make me? You can keep your man."

We both burst into laughter.

This is part of the reason she has been my friend for years.

Her ability to make me relax no matter what the situation is would always make me call her again.

"Really, I don't want the Steven guy anywhere near me," I say.

"He won't even think about it," she assures me. "People like that just enjoy doing these kinds of things online. I doubt if he has the balls to do it in person. So don't worry about it, okay?"

"Thank you, Gwen," I respond with a smile.

"You're welcome, Madison," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice as well. She continues," Now, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Nothing much. I want to go clubbing. I was wondering if you want to come along?" I ask.

"I'd love to…" she starts to reply when I hear my door creak open.

I muffle the receiver and turn to find my brother in my room.

"What the fuck, Nathan?" I yell.

"Where do you think you're going to, looking like that?" he asks, ignoring my own question.

"I don't see how it's any of your business," I frown.

"It is 10 p.m., and I see my younger sister all dressed and about to leave my house, and it's none of my business?" he retorts and crosses his arms, ready to match my rage.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me, Madison?" Gwen calls to get my attention.

"I'm sorry, Gwen, let me call you back," I reply before hanging up and giving my brother my full attention. "Look, Nathan, with all due respect, I will appreciate it if you stop treating me like a child. I'm twenty-five years old, not fifteen. I've grown past the age of curfews and restrictions on my movement. You can't just predict how I should live my life simply because I'm staying in your house. It's totally unfair and uncalled for."

"'Unfair and uncalled for,' she says," he chuckles mockingly. "I don't think you understand what's going on here. Listen, young lady, I'm not telling you to stay indoors because I want you to. Ever since Mom and Dad died, I've been…"

I roll my eyes and drown out the rest of his words. It's the same whole thing again and again:

Mom and Dad died.

I'm doing this because it's my responsibility.

You're being a stubborn brat.

You can't always have your way.

Treating me like some teenager. Why am I still living here, though?

Oh, right, I don't make enough to get a place of my own. Gwen stays with two of her other friends, so adding me to the mix might make it uncomfortable.

I focus on what my brother is saying, judging by his usual tradition of complaints; he'd be rounding up right around now.

"...Even if I were to let you go out, there's a high chance that you'd end up in trouble again," he concludes, then turns to leave my room. "Don't be stupid and do as I say."

While he has a point that I have gotten into countless trouble going out at night, this night is definitely going to be different.

And besides, there's no way he's going to tell me what to do. I deserve the respect, you know?

From the looks of things, he just came back from work.

All I have to do is wait. Play the humbled lamb and wait for him to sleep.

***

He's asleep.

My Uber is also here, waiting for me.

I sneak quietly out of the house and call Gwen.

"Hey, what happened? You suddenly ended the call," she asks as soon as she answers.

She may be my best friend, but I decide that not telling her about my strict older brother is the best option. "Sorry about that, love, just some minor issues," I reply. "Anyway, I just left my house; I'm on my way to pick you up."

"But… I'm not going," she says.

"What? You said you'd love to," I remind her.

"I meant to say I would love to, but I'm already occupied," she explains. "To be honest, I have a project I'm working on, and it's due at midnight."

"And here I was thinking that you were on my side," I pout.

"I am. I just have something to do," she sighs. "You can cancel, and we'll go another time?"

"Yeah, sure," I answer as I let out a sigh. "Thank you, Gwen. I love you."

"I love you too," she replies. "I'll really make it up to you tomorrow."

"Mmm," I reply before hanging up.

"Are still going or canceling the ride?" my Uber driver asks.

"Going," I answer. I can't waste a good outfit.

This isn't my first time going out to a club alone… nor would it be my tenth time doing so.

***

I arrive at Violent Violet, or VV as it is popularly called; it is a club that lives up to its name. The amount of violet neon lights is enough to get me color blind, but it's going to be worth it as long as I'm not in my brother's house.

"Oh, Madison, you're here," the African-American bouncer, who is taller than any man I know and also twice as huge, notices me.

"Hey, Will," I smile. "Am I allowed in?"

"By all means, you are. Where's Gwen?" he asks as he steps aside, letting me in.

"She's occupied. Thank you," I reply.

I'm a regular here, and I usually get him some drinks whenever I visit. That's how I secure myself a lifetime pass.

I'm in the club, and it's heaven.

Noisy, but heaven.

The songs.

The partying.

The smell of drinks…

I can't wait to get my throat wet. But I don't want to end up wasted, so I decide to start with some Chapman.

The bartender hands me my drink, and I pay immediately. The last thing I want is to have a bunch of men fighting over who will pay for my drink again.

"But first… lemme take a selfie," I murmur as I pull out my phone and take a picture of me.

I post it on my Instagram and caption it: 'Violent Violet, as violent as ever.'

It's cringe, but I like it, so I post it.

I look over at the dance floor, and everyone is going at it, dance-wise. The EDM music mix in the club reverberates through my body… it feels thrilling and electric.

I want to move my body.

"Tequila, please," I signal to the bartender, and he gets me my shot almost immediately. I down the glass and gasp.

The heat is enough to get me raring to go.

I make my way to the dance floor, my hips gently swaying to the music. I nod according to the beat and raise my hands gently. I'm about to step into the zone when all of a sudden, a pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist and playfully but creepily pulls me away from the dance floor.

The stranger holds me close to him. "Found you. I knew I'd find you," he says, sounding to me like a deranged psychopath.

"Would you please step back?" I ask as I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

I look up in anger, and I recognize his face instantly.

His blonde hair, gray eyes, and mustache, which definitely shouldn't be there, are something I have seen almost every time I opened my smartphone.

"Steven?" I ask in pure horror as I try harder to escape him.

"You recognize me? I thought you'd forgotten all about me," he says and pushes my hair behind my ear. Unaware of my discomfort and my attempts to escape, he continues, "It's so good to finally meet you. You smell so good."

"Stop it," I warn him.

"Don't yell. I wouldn't want to cause an alarm if I were you," he says.

My eyes start to water.

In previous times, I have been able to escape situations like this. But now… I regret not listening to my brother and staying home.

Steven seems to guide me toward a wall to pin me there.

I'm still focused on his face, but he no longer has that confident attitude he had earlier.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asks. The baritone coming from behind me reverbs harder than the bass speakers in the club.

A new stranger is standing behind me and has his right hand on Steven's left one that is still holding my waist.

I turn around and find Killian Ray standing behind me. Killian is my brother's best friend and a pain in my ass as well.

"We're just friends," Steven says, laughing nervously and taking a step back. "We haven't seen each other for a while, so I guess I got a little excited. Right, Madison?"

"Unfortunately, Madison is going home," Killian replies before I have the opportunity to say anything. And he turns to me, asking, "Where is your purse?"

I show him the purse hanging from my shoulder.

"Good, we're leaving," he growls and starts walking toward the exit.

Killian Ray, another person who treats me like a kid, and what's worse: he isn't even a member of my family!

I want to protest, but as I turn and notice Steven's glare, I know better than to stay around.

Outside the club, Killian leads me to his car.

He opens it, "Get in."

"I could have handled myself back there," I say, crossing my arms.

"Get in the car, Madison," he repeats himself; the anger in his eyes makes me weak.

That is another reason I hate him. I can easily protest against my brother, but Killian radiates a different kind of energy if I even think about defying him.

With a few mumbles and grumbling, I get in the car.

"I can't believe how careless you can be," is all he says as he starts the car and drives me home.