My Sexy Billionaire

Chapter Five: Engaged?

I throw all of my stuff into my small bag hurriedly and then hurry out of the room. After what happened last night, I just wanted to be back at home and away from this sexy as hell stranger.

As I pass by the kitchen, I spot the cake box from yesterday, a reminder of what Daniel had done and something even more…

“Did you like the cake?” I had asked just out of courtesy as I helped myself to another slice, a larger one so I don’t have to come down again and see this man. I had resisted the urge to come down for more cake for more than thirty minutes since I could hear him here, I had finally picked up courage. It was my cake after all. He was swirling a glass of wine while he looked through his phone and I wondered if he was unable to get some sleep. I also allow myself the luxury of admiring his body. He’s wearing this body fitting top that hugs all his muscles in the right places and this pants hangs really low on his waist line.

He finally looks up at him, as if he was busy processing my words after all the seconds that had passed. I look away hurriedly unwilling to be caught staring.

“It’s passable.” He says and despite not being the baker, there’s this tiny flutter of excitement in me. “I’m certain however, that it tastes nowhere as good as I think you would.”

Before I could process his words, he closed the space between us in two strides. Pinning me against the wall as his head lowered and captured my lips in a kiss- an amazing kiss.

I don’t resist. For the first time, I want to let myself loose, allow myself to feel, especially when it’s this sexy stranger that is hot enough to be on a magazine cover that would make sales as huge as a marvel new release. A hot stranger that has my emotions in a roller coaster with just his eyes despite my failing relationship.

His kiss is heavenly, if heaven feels this good and I’m lost in it until I feel his hands on my breast. Somehow, he has found his way under my shirt. He sure does move very fast. His kiss grows even more possessive and my hands flail awkwardly beside me making me move my hands through his silky hair needing something to hold unto.

My rational only recovers when he takes a break to pull off his top revealing the perfect body I had imagined would be under that top. His body not only makes me flustered, it also makes me feel insecure and rings the alarm bells in my mind alerting me of just what I was doing.

“I’m sorry…this isn’t m…me” I mumbled just before I dashed upstairs leaving my not so small cake slice behind a mistake I regretted when I’m in my room, hot and flustered.

That hadn’t been my first kiss. To be more precise, a relationship with no s*x for three years meant that Daniel and I made out often and yet, this hot stranger made me feel like I had no idea what kissing felt like.

Like it was my first time being kissed…

“Thankfully, I was fast enough” I murmured, opening my car door and flinging my bag to the back seat.

The car ride home is slow and boring, everything looks like they are in black and white somehow and I’m at least grateful it’s the weekend, I can’t imagine having to go to work in my current mood.

The familiar ring tone I had used for Helene breaks my thought process and I wait till my car is parked properly before calling her back.

“Hey” I say mindlessly hoping she realizes early on that I’m in no mood for a conversation.

“Why the hell do you sound so moody? Do you know already?” She asks, her voice is collected. The kind she uses subconsciously when she’s talking business.

“Know about what?” There was no way I was ready for any bad news but then, having it all at once was perhaps the best thing.

“You really don’t know.” She says and her voice goes even lower. “Helene, I’m going to hang up now, but you better know that if I don’t find out from you and find out somewhere else, you better get ready to be suspended from being my best friend for two months” I threatened as I nod at the butler just before entering my apartment building.

Whatever it is that Helene wants to talk about is definitely not good since she mumbled something about sending it and hung up immediately.

It’s not even up to five minutes when I heard the familiar chime that signifies that I got a message.

My heart lurches in pain the moment I open the message she sent me. A picture of Daniel kissing another woman. Another woman that’s definitely not me since I have never dyed my hair blonde. She’s showcasing her fingers that got a diamond ring on it. I squint and then look at the picture again trying to confirm if it isn’t just my eyes playing tricks on me.

I locked my phone, dropping it mindlessly as I moved robotically to the couch. I wonder why I had never noticed it, while I had made it all about it being my fault, I should have noticed what was wrong with him.

To get to the point of being engaged meant they had spent enough time with each other. Enough time while we were dating. All those missed dates, missed calls. They all had a reason. A reason I’m only just finding out.

Everything is in a blur as I move from the room to the kitchen and from the kitchen to my room, bottle of wine in hand and knowing that I would have no need for a glass.

“God Myra!” A loud voice makes me frown in annoyance, why couldn’t I just have some peace even in my imaginations. I imagine how it would have been with me and Daniel, Daniel. I’m searching for his face in my mind. He’s not this stranger.

Why’s this stranger in my head?

“Myra, Daniel doesn’t deserve the right to make you feel this way.”

Helene? I forced my eyes open and although it was blurry, I could still see her face right in front of me looking as worried as ever.

The next hour is spent on me crying my eyes out while Helene consoles me with a bowl of ice cream accompanying me to lather as many insults as I want on Daniel.

“I never thought he deserved you really.” Helene says and continues almost immediately. “But you loved him so much that first year that I couldn’t bear to say it to you. If anything I’m glad he’s gone.”

Her words don't have the desired effect I guess she’s expecting since I cry even harder.

“How could three years just waste away like that”

Helene finally gets me to watch friends with her while having my favorite ice cream which sure helps me combat the excess alcohol I had taken until finally, I’m overtaken by sleep.