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

that I was doing things wrong.

This wounded wolf leaves,

so as not to hurt that creature he loves madly,

but in the midst of unrequited love, there is

only the possibility of being free.

Or to try.

One more time.

Teach me.

Let the distance serve to learn.

Teach me to love you.

One more time.

And forever.

You will be mine.

I will be yours.

In my fantasies.

I hope my heart has a chance to return to you...

I finish reading it with tears in my eyes. I never thought that I would feel so many things for Leonardo until the moment his ex-wife showed me that he is an intense subject, that he has completely sick ways of loving, and that he really needs someone who knows how to give him what he deserves so that he does not burst in his attempt to love.

I don't intend to be that punching bag where he pours out the torments of his life plagued with control that only covers the insecurities and fears that have marked him, encountering great challenges from a very young age.

Today, I need it.

The page only gives me hate.

And I need to have access to the web and virtual stores before my company collapses.

I need to do something for my company, even if trying to get away from him ends up going overboard.

I don't know anyone else with the ability to help me, other than him, at this time. Or is it that my creativity is crossed by despair and he seems to be something necessary in the middle of my way to save my battered heart?

"Can you repeat the address number, Miss?" asks the taxi driver.

"One moment," I ask. “I need you to... Change the address.”

“Where to then?”

“Ferrari Enterprises… please. I need to get there as soon as possible.”

"Of course, right away," he replies and I adjust my seatbelt.

Then I make a mistake that could scar me for life, but it's what I need most. And maybe it's the proof that I need to be close to Leonardo to learn to do things his way...

“Hello, I write to him. Do you have a moment for me?"

I swallow thickly before sending him this message on WhatsApp.

And, to my surprise, it only takes a few seconds for his answer to arrive.

He is calling me.

His name appears.

My heart pushes hard in my chest.

Until finally I heed his call and hear his voice like a lifeline that shows me, for the first time in a long time, how much I long to have this feeling again that something manages to decompress the pressure in my chest:

"Gigi," he says . “My Gigi…”

And here we go again, sick heart.

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