Billionaire's Ex-wife

Chapter 4

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Sheldon



“Ms. Rawls’ brother just showed up. You're to entertain his needs. I'll take care of the dusting today.” Bia, an African-American maid in her late 50s said. She was in charge of the people who worked here.

I stared back at her in disbelief. I wasn't expecting for him to show up announced here, he always showed up when Samantha threw parties or get together, otherwise never.

I haven't seen him since the nightclub incident. The memories of that night sent shiver down my spine, charging me with need. The things he whispered in my ears were still fresh in my mind.

I'll take your mouth. His words echoed in my brain, sending me in a hazy drift. I was disgusted at myself for imagining all the unholy things I wanted him to do to me. Damn, it. I need to get a grip.

“What’s he here for?” I asked. She just narrowed her eyes at me and I looked down. I know it's my job to work here and entertain guests. But, Caleb was no guest. He was my melancholy.

“Girl, he's in the solarium. I think he'll have Green tea or whiskey.” Whiskey? It's not even ten.

I nodded and went in the kitchen. Pushing up the sleeves of my lightweight sweater, I hurriedly got both the things Bia mentioned. I headed heading straight for the stairs to the solarium.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the butler rounding the corner, but I didn’t stop. “Monroe,” he shouted my surname, but didn't stop for him.

“Mr. Rawls has been looking for you,” he pointed out. He then noticed the tray in my hand and understood I was taking this to me.

I shot up my eyebrows and immediately stopped, turning around to peer at him over the railing. Did I hear him right? Was Caleb asking for me? “Oh, you were already on your way. My mistake.”

“Wait,” I called him out. “Why is Mr. Rawls looking for me?”

He thinned his lips, irritated.“Well, he asked me to send him the maid him grey-blue eyes.” My eyes widened at his words. I was speechless. The tray in my hand suddenly felt a bit heavy than it was and before I knew it, it slipped from my hand, but the butler was quick to catch it.

“Careful,” he sneered handing me back the tray. I turned and continued up the stairs, this time my adrenaline rush skyrocketing and I was unpleasantly excited to see what would happen next.

I exhaled an aggravated sigh and powered down the hallway, grumbling under my breath.

My heart sped up in it's pace, beating harder and harder as I walked to the solarium. I was anxious to meet him again and a little excited.

Opening the double doors, I stepped into the massive, ceramic-tiled garden room, the walls and ceiling made entirely of glass, and instantly felt the rise in temperature. The undeniable heat in the room was evident, not courtesy of the sun.

I inhaled the sweet smell of the palms, orchids, lilies, violets, hibiscus, marigolds and roses. The fragrance hitting up my spiraled senses. It relaxed my nerves down.

My heart was threatening to beat out of ribcage and my neck heated. And, against my own will, my eyes started to drift. Around the solarium, searching…

Caleb.

I hadn’t seen him in months, but the pull was everywhere, I felt drawn to him. My eyes wandered to every corner, but couldn't spot him. Where was he? He is here. I know it, I can feel it but where is he hiding.

I twisted around, ready to leave, but then I looked up and instantly stopped. My stomach flipped, and my breath halted.

He sat in one of the cushioned chairs all the way at the back of the solarium, his eyes locked on mine, looking eerily calm. He was staring at my every move since the moment I stepped inside?

I felt embarrassed for no reason. Okay, for showing my disappointment when I couldn't spot him. I gulped, keeping my reaction normal, I made my way to him. My throat thickened, and I wanted to swallow again, but his proximity was affecting me more than it usually did.

Maybe it was the fact that we were alone and no one would disturb us? Or maybe because it was the first time I was seeing him without any woman latched onto him.

He leaned back in his heavy armchair, nearly shrouded by the nursery of plants around him. One hand rested on his thigh and the other hand lay on the armrest, the neck of a beer bottle hanging from his fingers.

What? He already had a drink? My heart started to pound so hard it hurt. What was he doing? He raised the bottle to his lips, still watching me, and I dropped my eyes for a split-second, wondering if he was here just to see me.

I looked up again, seeing his light brown hair that was styled to look like he should be on the cover of a magazine, Why did he have to look so bloody irresistible? Why couldn't he look like a normal person? I was starting believe he was painful reminder of things I can never have….

His blue eyes were icy this morning, like he was focusing on capturing his prey. His eyelashes were longer than mine which made me jealous. He intoxicating eyes made him look just as formidable as he was. His full lips held no hint of a smile, and his tall frame nearly consumed his chair. He wore black pants with a black suit jacket, and his white shirt was was crisp.

I felt insecure about my appearance in front of him. I was nothing like the girls he's used to dating. They all had dark brown hair,hourglass figures, perky boobs that makes any man want to suck on them, dark blue seductive eyes, beautiful red lips that would gladly suck them off and experience of bringing them immense pleasure.

And here I was, blonde, my figure was slim, but not athletic, I often felt that my boobs were wired and not perk at all, my grey eyes held no brightness and mostly looked tired and my lips were decent but not the best. I was a poor excuse of girl. I was just plain, there nothing attractive about me. And my virgin ass never even experienced o****m. They were a myth to me.

My heart hammered in my chest as I neared him. I sat the tray in front of the coffee table and found his eyes still looking at me.

“Pour me a drink.” His hard voice echoed in the solarium I nodded, unable to speak. Words couldn't form in my brain and I avoided looking at him. I made his drink then handed it to him. He took it from my eyes, his stare piercing through me. He intentionally rubbed his palm on the back of my arm. I shivered.

He took a sip of his drink, not gulping it and then spit it back in the glass. He handed me the drink. “Drink it.” Shocked at his words, I just stared at him. How can he expect to drink the fluid it just spit out?

Mustting up some courage I refused to drink it. He looked at me, challenging. “You'll have to drink it or else…..”

“Or else what?” I bit out.

‘I'll make you.”

“Then make me,” I challenged him and immediately regretted when he pulled me towards him a made me sit on his lap. He pulled me closer to me so his face was closer to mine.

“I don't like being challenged, baby.” His voice turning me on when he was manhandling me.

“Then, I'm not the person for you,” I retorted.

To that, he brought the glass to my mouth and made me drink it. “Open up, baby.” His hoarse voice making me wet and I could feel his throbbing member poking my stomach. Gosh! He was turned on too.

When I didn't bulge, his free hand captured my jaw and he leaned in closer to thrust his tongue in my mouth. My body immediately reacted to it and I gasped. He took that moment to pour the drink down my throat. I gagged, but he shut my mouth and made me swallow it.

His eyes were fierce and face extremely satisfied. “Good girl,” he said. Hot tears welled up in my eyes and I felt mortified by this incident. “Oh, no, no, baby.” He ran his nose on my cheek, smelling me. “You'll never cry.” He said.

After a few moments, his lips captured mine, both his hands holding my face. His lips were so soft against mine and I felt lost on it, but couldn't help a tear fell on my cheek. “I don't like you crying.” He licked my tears, running tongue on my jaw then thrusting in my mouth.

“C’mon, baby. Use your tongue.” He encouraged me. Shyly, but I brushed my tongue against his and he wrestled with it. I felt his eyes open, he still kept dominating my tongue. I opened my eyes too and saw him watch me intently.

When I felt the need to show some kind of power so I fought with his tongue. We both staring at each other while having a silent battle. My cheeks reddened when he didn’t give up and gave into him. After running his tongue all over my face, he bit my earlobe and I moaned loudly.

“I can't understand why I'm so hung up on you.” Yeah, me too. When we finally broke apart, we started at each other eyes, panting uncontrollably.

“I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow.” He stated not bothering to ask me. My flushed complexion agreeing with him.

“But, first.” he paused, then continued. “What the f**k is your name?” He asked.

I smiled and answered, “Sheldon Monroe.”