LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

I’m a troubled soul tonight. My lemon and honey coffee doesn’t taste anything close to its usual sweet taste. The rubbish that bitch said to me is lingering in my head. What’s more baffling is how she said that with so much certainty? I blow out my coffee and take another sip, wishing it would smooth me, but I guess this isn’t the remedy to my anxiety.

I don’t want Maria to ruin me and Andy. I don’t want her lies to get into me. I can’t allow her to be the reason why I would start being an insecure bitch. I know my Andy, and her opinions or beliefs don’t count at all. Yeah!

I toss my tasteless coffee aside and stand up, turning around to go join my beautiful family in bed. It was so ludicrous of me to leave them in the middle of the night just to come and think about all this senseless stuff. I should learn to ignore that witch and just… just…

His tall figure leaning on the closed kitchen door meets my eyes. Arms crossed on the chest. Was I so engrossed in thoughts that I didn’t notice him coming?

I clear my throat a little and make my way towards him. As early as now, I know he can tell I am not okay. He reads me like a book or mare weather that you just need to peel your eyes open to know whether it’s sunny or snowing. That is how simple he reads me.

I halt in front of him, keeping an inch’s distance from him, looking anywhere but his face. Should I ask him to excuse me to get out? Should I greet him? It’s past midnight anyway. Or maybe I should just fall in his arms and snuggle there. That is probably the best way to avoid this awkwardness.

“Care to tell me what is bothering you?” His voice soothes, making my eyes dart to his, and I collide with his right arm travelling to my cheek. I give him time to browse my face to his satisfaction. “Talk to me.” He pleads, his thumb doing a better job of soothing my cheek.

“I am…” I start.

“Okay?” He finishes the lie for me, cupping my face and keeping it straight to his. “Don’t lie to me. You and I know perfectly that you are not okay. You haven’t been yourself since you returned from the park. Tell me whatever is troubling you, please.”I know. I came home so different and I couldn’t say a thing to him despite his constant inquiries. All I kept yapping was that I was okay which even our daughter could effortlessly tell I wasn’t.

“Would you be angry if I ask you something?” I mumble, feeling bad about this, but I need to be honest with him. I can’t keep piling secrets in my heart. It’s not good for me, nor for him, and neither is it healthy for this relationship. I need to be honest.

“Why would I be angry with your question?” He implores, a faint smile appearing on his lips albeit the confusion evident on his face.

“Because it’s… serious… it’s sensitive… it’s…”He presses his thumb on my lips, preventing me from ranting.

“Whatever it is, sensitive or not, you have all the rights to ask, okay? Now tell me. What is it?”He lifts his thumb from my lips, returning it to the cheek.

I shift a little, summoning my voice and courage. I bore my eyes into him, and he raises an eyebrow urging me to speak.

“Is it true that you are a… a… dorm? Do you have a dorm room in this house?” My lips are trembling as I utter my fears. My heart is racing as I wait for his answer.

“That bitch told you?” He queries, and I don’t see any need to cover up for that witch. Besides, I doubt anyone else knows about that aside from her.

“Yes.” I murmur, nodding my head slightly.

He nods his head slightly, his hands dropping from his face. He dwarfs me under his tall demeanour, his hands in his pocket, but his eyes are on me. I maintain my expectant look on him, and read the letter one by one as they leave his lips.

“No.”

I breathe out a heavy sigh, my body relaxing. But he speaks again.

“But if you are asking if I was, then yes. To Maria. That is how my desperation for having someone to love me had reduced me into. I resulted to BDSM just to please her the way she desired and make her stay with me.”I already knew this. He told me so. I was a a big fool to allow myself to feel this way. I was an idiot to allow Maria to get into me. But that room? What about it?Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“And about the room? Do… you have it here?” I implore.

“It’s the room she is occupying.”

Whoa! Wait a minute. I remember the drawers and shelves of that room have always been locked since I came here.

“Listen, Ania. Don’t pay attention to what that whore says to you, okay? The things she and I did are in the past. I promised you that I will not let you go through that, didn’t I?””I know, Andy, but she said that you can’t get out of that Bssrm thing. She said that you can’t be satisfied in any other way.”He smirks, and I get annoyed. I’m freaking out here because I know I can’t handle that beast I saw in him a few days ago, nor the one that Maria depicted. Maria! Maria! Freaking Maria!

He pulls me to him, holding me by the shoulders.

“Listen. I was never into that shit. That shit is not for normal people and you and I, are normal. We are a normal couple. Have I ever complained to you about our ways of sex?” I shake my head. “We are perfect this way, baby. I will never think of trying that shit again, okay?”I nod my head, and he squeezes my shoulders, relieving me of the tension. I give him a faint smile.

“I’m sorry. I just felt so scared especially when I remembered that one time.””And I told you how to stop me if ever that happens gain, right? I am controlling myself because I don’t want to be like that. I am so different with you, because there is nothing to false. Believe.””Okay. I’m sorry.” I apologise, holding on to his shirt.

“It’s alright. I’m glad you asked because I… didn’t have the bravery to confess that to you.” He mumbles.

“But why?”

“It’s so embarrassing. And I feel awful that my daughter had to be conceived in such a violent demonic way. It’s…” He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. “EVIL!” He opens his eyes full of remorse and hurt.

Of course it’s evil. The name itself sounds evil on its own. I wouldn’t want to know anything about that shit. It sounds like one hell of a pain. How on earth can someone enjoy that?

“So, you are scared of me?” He implores, scanning my eyes.

“No, hun. Well, I was terrified, but I will never be scared of you again. I am confident that your love for me will always overpower that beast.””I promise that I will never hurt you, love. And that dark room, we will clean it up when she is gone and burn everything, is that alright?””Yes. I don’t want to know anything about that… B…”He leans in and seals my lips with a slow deep kiss.

“I swear you won’t. That is not for sane people like us. But at least you need to get its name right. It’s BDSM.””I doubt I will say it right the next minute.””It doesn’t matter. The only things you should always say correctly are the three words. I love you.”Mmh. Someone is in a romantic mood. This dark grin in his eyes, the way his lips are plunging and his expression turning cold at once? I know where this is headed.

“I love you.” I respond, our eyes locking each other.

He was about to blush my lips with his, but he stops, glaring at my eyes one after another.

“I love this glow!” The warmth of his words caresses my face, turning it into a tomato.

The glow? The glow!

Shit!

I close my eyes, capturing his lips in a slow-burn kiss.

How long can I keep this a secret from him?

Today under the lights he was able to notice the glow. What happens if tomorrow I wake up throwing up?

“Light or darkness?”

He seductively hums behind my ear while I am trying hard to support myself with his shirt.

“What?” I murmur as he massages my earlobe with his tongue.

“You prefer the lights on or off?”

He abandons my ear to look at my face.

“I want to see you moan your name.”

Darn, that smirk on his face!

“And I want to see your expression as I inch into you.””The lights on then?” I tease.

His arms wrap around my waist pressing me to him, prowling my back while we engage in a heated kiss. I wrap one leg around his waist inviting him, and I feel him smirk between my lips.