Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

My mother hugs me and I cry against her shoulder, knowing that she is the only person who could help me or give me comfort at a time like this.

I move away slightly, and soaking my cheeks with the trail of tears that run down my cheeks, I watch her.

"Mom," I murmur. “I need you. I need you with me.”

She looks at me with the same honey-colored eyes that I have, and she makes me proud to have inherited, to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," I murmur.

"Easy, honey. You have to stay calm.”

“But… You loved Joshua… You always said he was a good boy and you wanted to see me with him.’

“He accompanied you whenever it was necessary and that is what a boyfriend should do with the one he loves. And vice versa.”

I try to find an excuse, but my heart is still cracked, and this time with only a faint feeling that something is being lost from the dark well of my feelings where they begin to reach a catastrophic boiling point.

"Mom," I murmur.  You're fine?”

She doesn't know how many times I had the overwhelming desire to want to see her, to see her like this at least, in dreams, to think that there could be only one time, at least to hug her again. So many times I wanted to have her with me again and only now does the unfair opportunity present itself just to take the comfort away from me!

"Honey," she tells me with all the warmth her voice is capable of. “Do not worry about me. Take care of yourself. I will also be watching over you.”

"But…”

“Your love. Your feelings. Your life. Your future. Never lose sight of what's in you,” she says, pointing to my chest. “Your passion, affection and your heart. Listen to what you feel and what you want.”

"I want you to be with me. Come with me.”

"Honey…" 

“Mom, please.”

“I'm so sorry.”

Then my skin gets crispy, accompanying the feeling that something is pressing hard on my heart similar to pincers pushing hard until I shatter, squeezing every part of my being.

However, this reality fades.

It slowly disappears as if hands were gripping me tightly and lifting me up until I was completely stripped of this alternate reality.

"Please!" I ask mom.

“I love you darling. Do not forget that I will be here taking care of you.”

"W-what? What are you doing?”

I try to free myself from the hands of the crazy psychopath who is holding me in his arms and trying to kidnap me.

However, its delicious and intoxicating scent of vanilla and tobacco anticipates who it is.

All the more reason I need to let go.

"Leonardo!" I yelled at him, punching him in the chest.

“The next time you want to go to sleep, try not to do it lying in the mud.”

Then he throws me in the back of his truck.

“Ahhh!”

“Let's go home,” he warns me, getting into the driver's seat and locking all the doors with the central locking.

"What are you doing!" I try to open and get out of this high-end dungeon. “Someone help me! Let me go!”

“No way.”

"Don't take me home! I don't want to see Joshua!”

"You're not going with that jerk. You will go with me to my bed and this time, there is no way you are going to escape me.”

“WHAT?! YOU'RE GOING TO KIDNAP ME!”

"If it's what I have to do so you don't get away from me again, I'll do it. You’ve already managed to elude me twice. Well not anymore.”

“NO!”

I turn to one of the glasses trying to lower the window, without success.

I just scream as loud as I can, to no avail in the middle of the uninhabited road.

“SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE! HE WANTS TO KIDNAP ME!”

However, the only thing I get is a laugh from Leonardo. I look for it in his face from the rearview mirror, meeting my panicked face and his laughing eyes.

"What the hell are you laughing at, this doesn't seem funny to me!" I get offended.

"Then don't force yourself to be."

“You're crazy! It amuses you to kidnap me!”

“Nope. I'm glad to know you won't walk away from me again. Have they already told you how terribly beautiful you are the more stubborn you get?”

"SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE!"