The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (positive books to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 32

Angelica

I groan in my bed trying to stop the ring of my alarm clock. My wobbly hands reach the head of the time piece sitting on my night stand but the irritating sound doesn't seem to have any intention to stop. Running a series of curses I open my sleepy eyes and find that it was not my clock that was trying to disturb me at this unwelcoming hour but was my stupid cell phone. This better be something important or I am going to rip the hairs out of the head of this untimely intruder.

Looking at the phone I find a familiar name flashing on the screen. Why is this sexy, hunk calling me at this time? "Hello..."I voice out still sleepy pressing the answer button. "Angelica, are you alright?" comes out his panic voice. "What the hell..." I mutter under my breath and answer him "Still breathing." He doesn't seem to note the indignation in my tone and continues to speak. "Last night I had a very bad dream about you baby. I was awake almost the whole night. I am sorry, I couldn't curtail myself anymore but to call you at this early hour."

"I am fine." I answer him plainly. "Now if you permit me I wish to go back to sleep." He chuckles and I didn't understand why my temper sounded to him funny? "Of course cup cake, but after you wake up, please... I want to see you today. Augustus's tone changes from solicitation to consequential by the end of the sentence.

His cheesy lines trigger something in my heart but I am not stupid to fall for his antiques. After the termination of the deal, he was going to abandon me like a trash. The reality brought churns in my stomach and I try to speak to him placid. "I am sorry. I can't come today. I have to take my dad for a check up to the hospital." For a moment there was silence on the other side and then came his defeating reply. "Okay"

I was lying to him openly and it was killing my insides. I know falling in love with him is the biggest mistake of my life and I don't want to share this shameful truth with anyone in my life. With the distressing conversation that we had sleep was far gone from my system.

I climb out of the bed to stand near the window of my bedroom. It was the time of dawn. The sky cascaded with beautiful colors of blue grey and light orange. Birds were chirping and flying out of the trees accompanied with the melodious voice of nightingale. The sun was slowly rising through the horizon bringing in the positivity of another day of fruitful and pleasurable events but ironically my life felt nothing close to sparkle. It felt sunless, pitch black and murky with no trace of hope and happiness. Wiping my tearing eyes I go the washroom to do my business.

Next day in the morning I get a call almost at the same time from yesterday. Pressing the answer button I could hear his angry voice. "Don't you dare lying to me. I want to see you and that is final. Meet me in my house at sharp 9 for breakfast." He was brief disconnecting the call giving me no chance to reply. "That was rude." I whisper yell to myself look at the electronic piece resting in my hand.

Dressing myself in a pink chiffon top and grey cigarette pants I cover my lips in a nude lipstick with a little bit of eye liner and mascara. I give a final look at myself through my giant size mirror and approve myself. I invoked the black eye of the devil by lying to him yesterday and now I am supposed to bear its consequence. I hope my looks could spare me from his displeasure.

Oliver was already waiting with his car at my entrance. I enter the blue Lamborghini twisting my fingers in trepidation. The drive towards his home felt very long probably because of the building anxiety within me. "Never to mess with the monster I keep chanting the same mantra but his domination and the extreme ego centric approach always gets me out of the line.

I ring the calling bell with my trembling fingers. He often tells me to accept his house keys but the reality was, I never felt his mansion as mine. I am, was and will always be a guest here. At least that is what my inner voice says but today I am cursing my stars for listening to my heart. Though it was just for a few seconds the wait at the door felt like eternity and in front stood an Adonis.

If only the ground could swallow me. Fidgeting with my fingers my eyes fix upon his beautiful toes. He was wearing black sweat pants. It is the first time that I am seeing his toes bare. They are long, slender and upturned, like a beautiful piece of art. God must have taken special care to make those shapely toes. My eyes then slowly move upwards and capture his lean, skilled fingers. It was just a couple of days when those pink digits were marking their magic upon me and the carnal instincts long buried resurfaced through my soul. Goosebumps erupted as my optics grasps a look at his sexy figure.

His bed hair looking incredibly nubile and I wanted to run my hands in it. The grey t.shirt he was putting on did little justice covering his firm chest and muscled arms. I felt at risqué and unknowingly wet my lips looking at his perfect physique. My thick reverie was set ablaze with the ejection of his feline voice that felt hoarse and absolutely masculine.

"Come inside cup cake." He puts his hand on my back bringing me inside the opulent castle. The winter temperature in New York was record low this year but the heat I felt in my body looking at his stimulating figure stood no match to the climate outside. "Are you feeling hot baby?" He reaches my behind and frees the jacket off my body. Taking two steps behind me he brings the remote to his hands and adjusts the temperature of the centralized air conditioner.

"Martha" He calls out his maid. "Get Angelica a chilled glass of freshly made orange juice." He looks at me and smiles and my hungry eyes divert to his rims. What sensual lips that he has got, how would it feel to get kissed by them ones again? "I know oranges are your favorite."