Page 91 of The Billionaire

The tears ran for their dear lives, and as if on speed, they evaporated immediately and made their way back to the pools in my eyes for rinse and repeat. Push, pause, play.

“Oh, honey…come here. I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight before wrapping a cozy blanket around me.

“I’m sorry, Kenze. I guess I was projecting a bit on to you. And I’m sorry. It’s just from the outsider looking in, he seemed perfect. Looked perfect. And he’s a—”

“Look. I get all that. I do. I just…” I looked into the crackling fire, watching the lights dance and change colors. The truth was, I didn’t know.

“You know what you need?”

“No.” I said through my sniffles.

“Some coffee with Kahlua.”

I looked at the giant French country clock that hung on our brick wall. It was nearing 4am.

“But, I have class in the morning.”

“Honey, you may have to call in sick. This is MAJ.”

“I don’t know.”

“Honey, how on earth are you going to focus on your studies if you don’t even know what you’re thinking? You should see yourself right now. It’s like you’re suffering majorly from post traumatic stress syndrome. What happened over there?”

What happened?

Ummmm how do I even begin to explain.Any of it. What happened is there’s a man that I met in a sex club who made me feel such intense emotion when we made love, who bid for me, which means I was at sex club to offer sex to pay for medical school. Who does that!? And not only that, but we shared amazing sexual experiences in some location in the middle of California somewhere. But then he whisked me away to freaking Maui. And he had an entire compound that was his.

All his!

Who dressed me in the most perfect designer gowns.

Who took such careful care in making love to me, kissing my shoulders, caressing my cheeks, pressing me into him.

I couldn’t help but think about that whicker chair when I was having a freak out moment and he pulled me into him, wrapping my legs around him. And all I could see was the sky blue and the water behind me before he carried me naked into the water.

Just like that.

Free as a bird.

Free to feel.

But whoreally lives like that?

Who?

Shelly handed me my spiked coffee, and I took a sip, letting it warm my chilled body.

“Mmmmm….”

“Told you.”

“Who lives like that?”

“Like what?”

“No, that’s just it. I was thinking out loud about the way he was, felt—”

“Mmmm…I’m dying to know how he was. I mean a rich handsome billionaire like that. Was he all kinky like Fifty Shades?”

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