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

Chapter 4

“Iggi!”

I woke up with a jump when I heard the scream. I get out of bed at full speed and kick my things instead of putting them on my feet so I throw myself on the floor and look under the bed for my slippers until I grab them and put them on clumsily. I wrap my nightgown around me and stumble out, bumping into the blanket on the floor.

"Ow!" I scream with my feet entangled, I stand up and I continue to hear the scream that comes from the kitchen.

"Iggi, come here!"

“What's going on!”

Until I arrive and see Joshua preparing breakfast as if everything is normal. I look in all directions hoping to find a blaze on fire, the curtains igniting or a gas leak, I even look at his hands as if I should expect him to have lost a finger, without success in my searches.

Fortunately.

Luckily he's fine but asshhh!

"Why were you yelling like that?!" I let out, watching him amuse himself preparing some pancakes in his boxers as if it were something extremely pleasant to want to walk around like that.

He looks at me and his brown eyes sparkle in a smile that squares his jaw even more.

His muscles bulge as he holds plates of pancakes dipped in milk and jam.

“Because I wanted you to see the masterpiece I prepared,” he tells me and approaches me to rest a tender kiss on my lips.

Then I help him by transferring the coffee from the pot to two cups while I try to stretch myself.

"I don't like you doing that," I tell him. “I thought something had happened to you! Don't scare me like that!”

"Don't worry, it was an emergency, those pancakes don't look so good fresh out of the pan every day," he confesses, hugging me around the waist and putting his hands around me. He places his thumb against my mouth where I notice there is jam on it. “Can you help me?”

He is a rascal. Joshua is a true rogue expert in always getting what he wants, he is a stubborn man.

I suck on his finger until the candy is gone and he pulls back, grabbing me by the mouth and gobbling another kiss with me.

"Careful!" I say about the coffee and carry the saucers with their cups to the kitchen table.

"I'm not afraid of you, baby," he tells me, winking.

Before sitting next to him, I go to one of the furniture in the room and take out my notebook which I put on the table and look with concern.

"Sorry I have to do this," I tell him, "it's important."

”Don't worry, now I also get distracted with my cell phone while you take care of your business. I checked how many coffees entered the online orders last night. It's obvious that yours is much more urgent, sweetie.”

"Nothing more urgent than a coffee in the morning," I tell him, taking a sip of my bitter one just the way I like it.

I've been living with Joshua for a while. He is four years older than me, just turned twenty-eight, and against all odds that we were both too young to try living together, things have worked out very well. Especially since my work allows it, even though it forces me to always live on the edge.

I have been a graduate for a year in Clothing Design and Textile Industries, which is why I started a women's underwear venture, which has taught me from what fabrics are suitable for each skin to how it is convenient to shave the cap for certain moments, either to have intimacy with oneself or to share it with someone else.

Time has given me the right to allow the business to grow, to the point now that I need an investor who wants to associate and will have immense power over my venture so that it becomes a company. The point is that we will need a CEO and that is what terrifies me.

I am terrified that I will have a boss, someone who will boss me around with my own business, even though I know it is so the latter can survive.

Although Joshua feels inferior for not having a degree and for working at Starbucks, he has done very well to the point of being in charge of one of the most important branches in the main shopping center of the Scottish city where we live. Although we have had difficulties that derive mainly from my work responsibilities, we decided to come to a good conclusion without discussing the issue of the work obligations of one and the other.

Indeed, when I enter the mail system, I find a notice from the capital company where the secretary announces that the CEO will have lunch with me today at noon and I am extremely terrified that I will not live up to his expectations. And if they decide to remove the investments? What if I'm not what they expect? What if my people don't work as well as the big companies they're used to? I plan to do a master's degree in business management, but it will be when working life gives me a necessary break to be able to absorb new concepts.

"Is everything okay?" Joshua asks me, noticing that I just let out a sigh. “I think you cooled the coffee with that puff of air. Look, even mine feels like ice, ouch.”

I giggle at his attempt at a joke or to make me smile at this point.

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