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

NARRATED BY IGGI 

My days with Leonardo haven't gone as bad as I thought they might. In fact, I no longer live in the workshop, I have removed my things from the place, he has sent for all my things from the apartment and I have settled, so to speak, in his penthouse temporarily.

Being a shareholder in one of the most important hotel chains in the city, it is a constant temptation to live off the services provided by the place in addition to food, roof, and an ultra brutal bed but also the luxury restaurant, exotic drinks, 24-hour bar service and room service that includes maids, zero worries about who does laundry, and a host of amenities that have me guilty.

Leonardo, furthermore, has taken the trouble to teach me to meditate, although it is a bit difficult for me to enter the state of concentration that he does achieve every morning, in which he receives the sunrise against the morning sky, the height of the building and the fresh breeze. He says that it is a fundamental experience, that this moment of the day is something that fills him with energy and good energies are fundamental for pertinent performances.

I love the way he behaves around me. I take the trouble to keep up with him with the time to wake up. The truth is that I can't meditate at his pace, but I take a moment of peace from the height, breathing the fresh morning air, with a lot of forced peace that helps me balance my chakras to start the day not so hectic.

My head keeps complaining over and over again that I should be taking care of a gazillion work things that require me, but here I am, silently watching the sunrise on the top floor of one of the tallest hotels in the entire city, next to a man whose patience I don't want to break and I have to go inside without falling asleep.

Well, here we go.

I breathe softly, while the sun is dyeing the sky. I want to close my eyes like Leonardo, but it's not fair for me to miss this show. It's fabulous, it's so beautiful to see the way the city is bathed in the first rays of light as the self-igniting streetlamps go out like fireflies being caught in a flashlight.

No. It's unfair. The show is much prettier than that.

I take a deep breath from the breeze, racking my brain to get used to the idea that this sunrise will not be a fluke, that I deserve my own place in a tall building, that I can achieve all of this. And I make a wish to the Universe that my company continues to grow as much as it can, that the sky is the limit, and that daily stress does not consume me before I have achieved it.

Then, with the sun up, Leonardo's voice brings me back to reality, sensing that he has already come out of his kind of trance state, without completely losing consciousness or falling asleep, which happened to me the first time I tried to meditate for a sunset.

"The first time I tried to do it, the same thing happened to me. I couldn't concentrate as I should have because the beauty of the sunrise was so great that I was amazed and got up with a kind of gigantic shock at the immensity of the universe, the beauty of the environment, and my small human mutating into ambition for wanting to be as big as the sun that gives life and sets in motion everything that is here below.

Does he also know how to read my mind?

He stands up, facing his six feet of muscle mass in front of me, holding out a hand for me to follow,

“You try again later, maybe tomorrow. Let's go.”

"If you say so, you're the expert here."

He smiles and, once I'm up, he squeezes me against his chest in a hug that feels like home and kisses me in the morning light that ends up illuminating our beginning of the day as if it were a good morning sentence.

At his side, I am only able to think of one thing… I feel as if the whole world were ours. All ours.

Although for me, it only works as an illusion for a limited time.