LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

I am glancing at this cute chubby doll looking all bubbly as she runs around with other kids at this park. She has played almost all the games here, and now after making me and Andy run around like kids playing with her, she is having a great bonding time with other kids. Looking at her, I feel so contented. Seeing her this happy and free fills my heart with joy. She is happy. Andy is happy. I am happy. I will do anything and everything to make sure their faces remain this bright. These smiles are my source of happiness.

How time flies, huh?

I walked into their lives two just months ago. They were so reserved. I recall the scolding I received from Andy the first time I did something about his daughter without him knowing. He went berserk. He acted so insecurely. At some point, I thought he was being a drama king. But after knowing him, and learning all that he has been through, I completely understand now why he is so protective and insecure of his daughter. She is the only family he has, and the only person who loved him. He was insecure about losing the love and trust of the only person important to him. Who wouldn’t be?

I look at him, Andy, the Rejected billionaire beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist. He seems so satisfied and fulfilled looking at his daughter right now. She sure is his world. I can bet we share the same sentiments about his daughter, just like the mutual feeling between us. I wonder if he is ever planning on reconnecting with his family again. I haven’t asked him about it yet, because I know what it will remind him of, and I don’t want to see him sad. Nonetheless, I can’t stop asking myself, whether he would like to see his family ever again? Do they know how much he has achieved? Do they know that the innocent boy they threw out in the cold, the poor boy they couldn’t bring themselves to love, is now a filthy billionaire? What would be their reaction? Would they ask for forgiveness for the wrongs they did to him and ask to be part of his world, or would they still reject him? Does he really want to stay away from them forever?

“I know I am handsome, but don’t make it look too obvious to everyone here that you are head over heels for me.” He says, and before my cheeks turn all red and purple, I look away from his face.

I didn’t intend to make it look so obvious, but I don’t care. People should know that this handsome billionaire is taken. Wait, correction. I do care. I wouldn’t want Angel to see me drooping at his father like a piece of meat.

“That goes for you too. You can’t keep your hands off me, can you? Have you thought that Angel might notice something odd if she sees us like this?” I challenge him.

Actually, that is one thing that has been lingering in my mind since yesterday. After I made love to Andy and went back to my room, I started thinking about Angel and what she will think about me and her father. What will be her reaction? Heck! How will we even explain it to the little girl? What if she doesn’t want a mother? What if I am not the type she would want for a mother? What will happen then?

“Then perfect. We will just tell her the truth.” I cock my head to him, looking at him with a look that says, “are you freaking fucking me?” Like, it’s that simple, dude? “Kidding. But don’t worry about that.” He says, and I nod my head. I know I can’t shake off that thought out of my mind, especially now that our relationship is serious, but I won’t show him that I am worried. I will leave that to him, and I trust him. The most important thing is knowing that he loves me. He surely knows what is best for his two babies. “By the way, how are you?”

Here we go again. He cares way too much. He is being over dramatic! I get it, he broke my virginity yesterday. He went a bit rough on me. It was hell at some point, but hey, that faded after a while, and it was replaced by the sweetest feeling ever. The pleasure was pure bliss that I forgot about the pain. I was sore, yes, but I guess it doesn’t last that long. I feel okay now, and I have told him a thousand times, but he doesn’t seem to believe me.

“I’m fine, Andy, honestly. Stop worrying.” I say to him, trying to sound as honest and convincing as I can.

He wraps his both arms around my shoulder from the side, after throwing a glance at Angel to make sure she is not looking at us.

“So, are you suggesting…” he gives me a soft, hot wet kiss on the side of the neck, making me melt on the spot. How sweet, but darn! We are in public for fucks sake!

“What?” I ask, as he leans in for another peck on the same spot. Oh, Andy!This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“That, we can sneak in the car for a quickie.”

This seductive jerk! He always has ways of messing with my naughty brain these days. I playfully slap his lips as he leans to plant another kiss on my cheek, and he laughs.

“Your seduction is not working on me.” I tease, and he chuckles softly. Wait, where is his hand moving to? I yank it away. “Andy, behave yourself, will you?” I say, pretending to sound serious, and his smirk widens.

“I will go get some cold water. I know you are already hot.”

That got me to smile like an idiot. Of course, I am hot. I would have already jumped on his lap if we were on the couch back in the house, or kiss him senselessly if this was happening in his kitchen. I would not waste any chance to be in his strong loving arms, tasting the sweet addictive juice in his mouth. I’m hot. I really am.

It’s funny how fate works, huh?

I came here to look for green pastures to help my family. I had no idea about the kind of person I was coming to work for. I had no intentions of falling in love either. Beh! Love was not in my mind at all. I had only one expectation – to be paid enough to cater for my family’s problems. I never expected to find my other half in this kind of situation. I never imagined I would find love and happiness in Andy. But as they say, love is silent, and it never knocks. It just bumps into you unexpectedly. Look at me now. I am over the moon in love with the person who was supposed to be my boss, and the most ironically amazing thing is, he loves me too. I don’t know what drew me to him. I don’t know how or why I started developing feelings for him. We have had a lot of confusion about our feelings, because none of us wanted to admit it in the first place. But eventually, this ocean of fire we are both swimmings in has a name. It’s love. We love each other. His love for me equals that of mine for him. Or even more.

“I never got you to smile like that when we were together?”

God, let it be that I am dreaming!

That voice! Damn that annoying voice!

I turn around, only to find Mr. cheater standing just two steps away from me. Talk of enemies of happiness! The doom itself! What the heck is he doing here? Wait a minute! Is it him that I saw back there that day? Yes. I couldn’t have been mistaken. It was him. Is he stalking me or what?

“You have the audacity to bring up our past? Shouldn’t you have a little shame, if not dignity? Then again, you never had any of those.”

“See who is talking about shame and dignity? Ain’t you disgustingly more shameless than me?”

What is he driving at? What bullshit is he vomiting? Last I checked, I trashed him and walked away with my dignity intact. I lost nothing to this scumbag other than the precious time that I spent with him. Did anything happen that I don’t know of?

“What exactly are you talking about?”

He smirks. That arrogant smirk I always hated because it always had a hidden meaning. Last I saw it, he was naked in front of me on my cousin’s bed, pounding on her like it was his last time to fuck a bitch!

“At least I left you for someone better in everything. But you? Look at you! How shameful does it feel to be screwing a married man?”

Screw this moron! That hurts like hell but hang on just right there. How does he know about me and Andy?