Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗
- Author: luisavilaok
- Serie: «Billionaire»
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I'm stunned as I watch him go, leaving behind the trail of his manly perfume that fills my lungs when I take a deep breath and make sure he's already gone.
I try to regain my composure when I’m finally alone in my workshop office, something that I appreciate a lot, but it must be much less similar to what he has to traditionally get used to.
I close my eyes and think about what those unique moments implied, such as the ones when I was jumping on top of him or the effect on me of listening to him speak so closely to me in the nightclub that everyone was talking about when I attended the cycle of business conferences in which my partner decided not to accompany me, but we ended up in a lot of trouble exploding when I told him that I was stuck in that place completely alone. He called me, I went into the bathroom to talk to him loudly, meeting the devil in person at leave.
I remember that moment and it takes my breath away just to get a slight idea of what it could imply.
I sigh deeply as I invoke the gods of sexual need as I think about what were the reasons that led me to want to believe in him as if he were nothing else in the world, as if there were nothing else worthwhile.
Joshua didn't deserve for me to do that to him. I was rigid about not giving in to Leonardo, but he seemed to be obstinate with me from the first moment he thought I was some kind of prostitute waiting to see him get close to me.
“AAAH!” I yelled when I saw him approach me with all the brutality that comes with a guy getting into a club bathroom alone with you.
“Calm down” he told me as if I wasn't some kind of bully making me feel threatened. "It's me, hottie."
That was precisely the problem!
"Get out of here, you pervert!" I tried to push it away. By then my boyfriend occupied almost all the corners of my mind, something that began to get progressively crammed with the passing of the night, the alcohol, the music and that strange spell caused by Leonardo's perfume along with his icy gaze.
"I'm flattered that you tell me that," he countered, only to realize later that I was having an argument with my partner and, far from avoiding it, the bastard put the subject on the table: "Problems in paradise? Anything I can be of help with?”
I managed to push him so hard but I could barely make him take half a step back in the direction of the lavatories. That guy is some kind of unmovable rock or something! I got something and tried to get out, so that later I stopped at the door with great interest in not being caught by the guy at the door, as if he hadn't noticed since he let this crazy millionaire in.
“You don't seem to be the kind of hot, heart-stopping girl who stands at the bar waiting for a drink…” he accused me.
"And you do seem to be the slimy, unbearable stereotype."
“Wow, you have character. You don't know how that makes me."
“Are you going to let me out?”
Then, a few blows drive me crazy, bringing me back in the revolution that involved trying to bring back the memories of the attractive and devilish body of that guy who is now the CEO of the workplace that feeds me and cost me so much to build so that now he becomes a kind of boss who could even fire me, since he bought a large part of the place.
"Iggi?"
”Lydia.”
I open the door soon and see her. She seems to have seen God's face because she comes with a smile from ear to ear when I let her pass.
"What's wrong? I ask her. He's gone?”
"Yes, it's a charm!"
"You definitely don't know what you're talking about."
”Hey?Did something happen?”
I take a deep breath until I notice that she's wearing a sparkly pin on the right lapel of her open blouse.
Wait, did she wear pins before?
IS THAT THE ACRONYMS “LF”?
"What are you doing with that on?!" I ask her, shocked.
"He gave it to me before he left."
"N-no! Take it off!”
Then she looks at me like I'm a little girl who's just been hurt. I don't want her to feel hurt, but I don't want her to play it this way either. Are you thinking of walking around peeing and marking territory? We'll see.
"Why?" Lydia asks me.
”Just do it.”
And I agree to call the person who fixes things for us. There is no rush for them to come and install anything, however, my employee seems to want to distract me from the conversation with the technician by making gestures.
”Yes please. The soonest you can is tomorrow? How are you not working today? It's business day!”
And there's Lydia, damn it.
"Yes, please, then I'll wait for you tomorrow. In the afternoon?”
Lydia, stop already!
”OK thanks. If you can before… Okay, see you soon.”
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