LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

He gives me a quick glance, then he looks away, staring into space for a couple of minutes before dropping his hand on top of the duvet. I take his hand into mine, and put my other hand on top of it, soothing him.

“Some other time, please?” He looks at me, his eyes pleading with me not to insist, and I understand him. It must be still hurting to talk about his life, or maybe he doesn’t trust me with his secrets. That time will surely come, Andy, and I will be here waiting to listen to all your worries and fears, because I know those are the things holding you back from trusting again.

“Okay. Forget every other thing. Can you tell me how you became a filthy billionaire? You should be so proud of everything you have accomplished in life. Everybody in the world would want to be where you are.” I smile at him, and he smiles back, brightening up a little.

“Filthy, huh?” He asks with the most genuine smile I have ever seen on him. “This is all about God plus my handwork. I have built the AA empire from scratch. I started as a real estate agent, that was my first job.” From a mare employee to the owner of an empire. He narrates his whole story to me, and all I can say is that I admire him. I admire his courage. I admire his determination. His persistence and resilience. His is a milestone of a success journey that should be put in books, but I guess he wouldn’t want that because he isn’t a show-off. If he dresses in tattered clothes and walks barefoot, nobody will argue that he isn’t a poor beggar. That reminds me, I looked him up on media, and the only thing I saw was a photo of a brick building, posted about a year ago. Nothing more. No photo of him or Angel. Nothing.

“The house I saw on your page, is it yours? What’s the story behind it?”

“Someone is stalking me, huh!”

“No. I am not. I just…”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind anyway. That was my first accomplishment. They were rental houses, which I later demolished two years ago and built a children’s home. It’s called The Angels children’s home. I wanted to give a good life and a bright future to some hopeless kinds. I know how it feels to watch your dreams slip away from your hands slowly until you can’t trace them anymore. I wouldn’t want any child that I can reach to go through that.”

“Do you go to spend time with them?”

“Every time I get a chance. I have two children’s home, by the way. And on Saturday I organised a charity event for them. Not that I can’t manage on my own, but I have some people I have helped a lot, and this was their way of them saying thank you. They cornered me into this because they knew I can’t refuse anything beneficial for these kids.”

“They did well. So, you will go with Angel?”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course. It will be a fun day for her. Rita and her family will be there too. You too, if you want.”

Yay! My heart is doing a small dance inside. I don’t know what happens in such activities but I am sure it will be fun with the little angels around. And I can’t wait for that day.

“Thank you.” I say, and he decides to mess with me again.

“Mmh.. that’s not enough.”

“What?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“How about, a thank you kiss?”

“Mmh… no. Because if we continue kissing like this, I will forget you are my boss and my exact place here.”

“How about, we forget about Tania Lawson and Adrian Ashton tonight? Assume that”, he leans closer, and I sink to the couch. He does the same, putting his hand around my neck, making me rest on it, with my back lying flat on the couch. He puts one leg on top of my thighs, and rests his other hand on my belly, “I am not your boss and you are not my… maid. Would you deny Andy a kiss, Ania?”

“No, Andy.” I say, as his hand starts moving up and down my belly, the other caressing my cheek. I know what he is doing, but I am have power to stop it.

“And so?” His voice was barely a whisper, his eyes searching for mine.

And so, I peck him softly on the left cheek, and on the lips, a peck that lasted far too long, like our lips were having some kind of communication. We break away, giving our eyes time to talk. His lustful ones coaxing my needy ones, both of us burning with desires. This burning desire is tempting to consume us if we rebel against it. I don’t know what the eyes agreed on, but my heart tells me he wants this. As much as I do.

Our lips crash again, and I place my hands on his sweet broad chest, feeling his heartbeat, while our tongues dance to the tune of our desires. I snuggle up to him, and he pulls me closer, turning me to lie with one side, his leg resting on my hip, keeping me intact between his legs.

Our tongues scrutinize all the corners of our mouths, and no one wants to stop them. We willingly quench our longings, getting ourselves lost in the magical world of our kisses, the clicking sounds of our tongues and lips adding more power to our heated kisses, darkening our desires.

The heat is becoming too much, the desire too intense with every passing second, making us wild, and all my walls were crumbling down when finally Andy pulls away forcefully, leaving my needy self disappointed.

He might have anticipated where this was heading, and as a gentleman, he decided to take control of the situation. I am becoming a lustful bitch, which explains why deep down I feel disappointed right now. I didn’t want him to stop, but I am thankful because I don’t want us to do something that we both will regret later.

“Goodnight, Ania.”

“Good, Andy.”

He scoops me in his arms, pressing me to him, shielding me with his strong arms, and I feel fully protected in them.

My eyes are giving up, and I close them. The last thing I hear before driftingng of into a very peaceful sleep is Andy murmuring my name like three times, then I felt his sugar lips on my forehead, and everything becomes dark.

I don’t know the name of this boat we are sailing in, nor do I know where it’s taking us to, but as long as you are with me, Andy, I will stay aboard.