The Billionaire's True Love

Chapter 2 - Cristian

I rolled off her, knowing we wouldn't f**k anymore after that. There was no point in acting and pretending to be next time. It was over with me and Jasmine, even though she might not have known it yet. We would have s*x when I needed it, and the rest of the time only work, work and more work mattered. I’ve been busy traveling around the world since I took over the reins of Richards Enterprises a year ago when my father got so sick and he couldn’t go on. Jasmine rubbed against my neck, rubbing her t**s against the side of my torso. Resisting the urge to push her away, I just took off my condom. At first, it appeared like we each had the equal expectancies and agreed that our f*****g exists within the bedroom. She became a success version within the fashion enterprise and traveled simply as a whole lot as I did or even extra frequently than me, so I hadn’t observed she became a sticky label. If I had, nothing would have happened between us, because I knew everything about sticking. The line of girls searching out a wealthy guy to make all their desires come real become long and without difficulty discernible, and as I had skilled many such tries over the years, I become a professional at heading off them. But now I felt like Jasmine wanted a lot more than I could give her, so I dreaded the inevitable confrontation. There will never be any commitment about the future and it annoyed me that she forced it anyway. I thought I was clear about that as we started. She came to my father’s funeral five months ago together along with her family, and I turned to her in grief-seeking solace, though I said I probably wouldn’t be able to provide her with anything more than an occasional night. After a few weeks of regular s*x, I suggested we not see anyone else, which was brand new territory for me. That I didn’t have to bother f*****g was appropriate, and we came from the same world, growing up privileged in the Chicago area, attending the same private schools, spending vacations in our beach houses. Being with someone who understands all the secrets of New English society was just an added relief, so I decided to try to start an official relationship with her. We had to be in Chicago at the same time anyway to be together, and it’s not always easy. As much as I tried to invest in my first real relationship hoping to feel something for Jasmine, it was time to face the fact that there is nothing deeper than an orgasm between us, nor has there ever been. My mother will be devastated when she finds out. Probably more than Jasmine. Our families were friends and I knew that an awkward situation would arise between her and my people when I announced the break-up. Remember: never f**k family friends again. I also suspected Jasmine was cheating on me. The fact that it didn’t bother me too much as an indicator in itself, but she was the woman I had been with for the last five months. If we can’t be honest even about who we f**k with, then this was hopeless anyway. Avoiding genital herpes will be an added plus. If only I could astonish my mother when she starts to feel remorse for the ruin of our relationship. But Madelaine Richards just didn’t let herself hear the word f**k or any of her versions in conversation with her son. Never. What a pity. I would love to see the terrified expression on her face ...

 Why are you smiling?  Jasmine asked, sliding her hand down my belly, traveling straight to my d**k.

 Did I smile?  I stopped her hand at the last minute from grabbing me, releasing her body. Putting my forehead on my hands, I sat on the edge of the bed.

- Yes, Cristian, you did.  She sounded nervous.  What's going on with you anyway?  Why don't you want to do it again?  She leaned against my back, rubbing her entire body against mine as I tried not to shiver.  You know that I never get enough once,  she said with a very obvious hint of despair, hoping it would change my mind. 

You're a f*****g i***t to mess with her at all. Learn from this, moron.

I was pretty sure Jasmine was a nymphomaniac, and although at first, it was a bonus to a guy who wants to f**k to unconsciousness to forget the loss of a beloved parent, now it was no longer appealing to me. I reached for my pants and pulled them on, desperate to set up a barrier between my d**k and hers as soon as possible. I in reality needed to shower, however my moral sense could not take other 5 minutes to permit her comprehend it became over with us - f*****g - forever. Those three words would eventually become a reality for every woman I’ve been with within my life. I knew I am an asshole due to the fact I had intercourse with her first. I should not have and I wasn't happy with it, however to be honest, Jasmine initiated intercourse tonight, beginning within the elevator that took us to my apartment. She would have loved to blow me in front of the camera if I hadn’t insisted on waiting. f*****g in public was her thing, not mine. I needed her tonight as an escort at a charity dinner, because, with five thousand per plate, it was just cheap to show up solo. Ten thousand dollars for cancer research was significantly better than five for charity. I’d rather write a check for ten times the amount just to skip dinner, but that would be socially retarded. Supporting cancer research on my father’s behalf was something I would support for as long as I lived. My check will always have an extra zero in the end though.

 You're really done for tonight.  I could hear the disbelief in her voice.  Cristian, I'm going to Hong Kong in the morning. It will be at least a week before we see each other again.  Better to say: never. I sighed and turned to her.

 Jasmine, we need to talk.

Thirty minutes later, I was poorer for the first  girl  and richer for the very noticeable bruise. For a fifty-pound woman, Jasmine could really hit. It also helped that she caught me in a raid so I didn’t expect her to swing It might additionally be truthful to mention that she became angry approximately our breakup. I looked at the bruise on my right cheekbone and the bruise beneath my eye within the reflection on the entrance. It will appear a whole lot worse within the morning. Going to the office tomorrow will be fun. When I asked her to return the key to my apartment, the crazy b***h shot me straight in the face. With her f*****g shoe. The crying came a moment later, accompanied by hysterical accusations about how I had made her think about how we were moving toward a common future and marriage. I knew exactly where that idea came from the moment she started screaming angrily. f*****g madness. I told her that there was only one Mrs. Richards in my family, and that was my recently betrayed mother, the individual answerable for instilling such a silly thought in her head. She told me to f**k off before she rushed out the door, calling me every possible derogatory name as she swayed her hips as she walked toward the elevators. Neighbors would have to be dead to miss her not-too-subtle show.

God.

 My cell phone rang and I was afraid to see who was texting me. I didn’t want to discuss Jasmine with my mom at this point, and of course not at any other. Aaron. I knew what he is going to say even before I started reading the message because he lived only two floors below me. She didn't have to travel far.

A: Hey, man, Jas is here crying because you left her. The truth?

I smiled as my fingers touched the screen.

C: Yeah.

A: So ... you don't mind what's here?

It was as if he had soaked a pile of paper with gas and then lit it with a lighter.

C: No. Thanks for letting me know, but it's over with us.

A: O. K., man.

 Christ, Aaron is going to f**k Jasmine.

C: Hey, Aaron ... Be careful. Don't die tonight. Jas is a f*****g nymphomaniac if you didn't know that already.

A: Yes, I got that when she came and said she wanted to suck my d**k. I'm not going to die, fool. See you...

C: Safe s*x, Aaron, wrap it well.

A: Yeah.

C: I suggest this be for one night only. Jas is a stick.

A:

 I went for a beer in the fridge. What chaos of the night. Am I a horrible person if I cared more about what was happening to Aaron than to my crazy ex? Aaron Blakney was waiting for a night of crazy s*x with an even crazier Jasmine. I felt grateful I got out of her in time, but I knew this s**t couldn’t end well for me, and neither could Aaron. I had to remind myself that he was a big boy and that I had warned him. She will soon find out exactly what Jasmine is like. I had to order a lock change. I quickly sent a message to my personal assistant Victoria to fix it. He'll take care of it tomorrow. The shower called my name. Hot water with a bunch of Dial soap - an aggressive yellow agent that almost removes your skin with dirt. Turning on the light in the bathroom, I winced at the sight that greeted me.

 Jesus. Christ.  

Jasmine demolished my lavatory while she was getting dresses so she can leave. f*****g bastard was scribbled in the mirror with her red lipstick. She smeared shampoo, toothpaste and god knows what else, from the walls to the work surfaces and the floor. Towels were tucked into the toilet bowl. Drawer contents discarded and scattered. Total chaos and destruction. I checked the cabinets, but the things in them seemed intact, somehow miraculously escaping Jasmine's rage. I almost expected to see a severed horse’s body or a killed rabbit behind the door when I opened them. The whole thing was incredibly reminiscent of  Fatal Attraction  and it was f*****g creepy. I turned off the light and headed to the shower room, sipping a beer along the way. I was sorry for Ann, smooth all of it tomorrow, however now I could not cope with that mess. I will thank Ann for the extra paid day off this week. I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket.

Oh, wonderful, picture. From Jasmine. How she smokes, I guessed, Aaron's d**k, no extra and no less. She even delivered a message subsequent to it

- You'll be sorry you f****d me, Cristian Richards.

 I was already sorry. And Jasmine went seriously crazy. I did three things before I turned off my cell phone overnight: deleted the picture, blocked Jasmine’s number, sent Aaron a message to tell him that she is posting pictures of his d**k. His father, was a judge at the Court of Appeals of the first round, will not be too thrilled if the picture leaks to the public. Well, 4 things. I went again for another beer and drank it earlier, than I went to the visitor rest room in the end of the hallway to take a shower. As the hot water poured down my skin, I promised myself that I would live without women. Relationships with women obviously didn’t benefit me, as I only ran into lunatics who wanted to take advantage of me for my money or get me to marry them. Where have the nice and smart women gone? Are they just a fantasy? I realized something my dad told me before he died:

When you find her and if she is the reason that you are happy, Cristian, don't let her go for anything in the world.  You will recognize your true love.  

I desired to accept as true with that what my dad had instructed me turned into true, however the reality turned into that my heart hadn't stated something for a completely long time.