The Billionaire, His Wife and I

Falling

NATASHA’S POV

I had never met a man who was so open and vulnerable to a stranger on the very first day. Adrian had been completely open and honest with me and even told me about things he was struggling with and he didn’t even have to. What was supposed to be a dancing session turned into a counseling session. Not that I was much of a counselor, although I had my own problems that I always managed to solve myself. I merely listened to him while he literally poured his heart out. There was nothing that I could say to comfort him and all I could do was listen and it seemed that was all he wanted me to do. I couldn’t see how he could be so comfortable with someone he had just met because I could never be able to do that, even with my own mother, a person that I had known all my life.

He told me about how his father had just recently passed away and that forced him to take over the family business and that forced him to stop living his life in an attempt to fulfill his father’s dreams. It was refreshing to me that even rich people had problems, even though their problems could never compare to the problems that we regular people had. I still kind of felt sorry for him. As a matter of fact, I felt a lot of things for him and they were feelings that I knew I shouldn’t be nursing toward a client.

He probably chose to speak to me because he knew that I wouldn’t tell anyone he knew or because I knew I wouldn’t judge him. The fact that he chose me over every other girl in this club made me feel something I couldn’t quite explain, it made me happy. The fact that he was speaking to me didn’t mean I was anything special to him. However, despite knowing this, I still couldn’t help feeling the way I was feeling. What made things worse in terms of my feelings was the fact that he had said that he felt like he knew me and had met me before. This bothered me because I also felt like I knew him and, therefore, I found myself falling in love with him. Even though this was not a fact that I would openly confess to in front of anyone, I still felt ashamed and silly of even entertaining the thought of being with him because I knew nothing was going to come out of these feelings.

Somehow there was this small voice inside of me that was telling me to forget all about him and just focus on my ailing mother who, by the way, could leave me at any moment if I ever lost focus or lost this job. Being with Adrian was a childish dream and it was very unrealistic of me to even think anything could come out of tonight. I mean it was just supposed to be one dance.

After being a shoulder to cry on for Adrian, he offered to take me home and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He said that he felt bad because he was the reason that I had stayed in the club for so long and he was right. To be quite honest I was afraid of being too close to him, being too close to a guy like him could only end in tears for me. Guys like him don’t typically fall for girls like me. It was even shocking to me that I had managed to catch his eye.

When we finally got to my place, he parked outside and there was kind of an awkward silence between us. Neither of us knew what to say and I personally felt sad that this had come to an end. I mean, I had known that it would soon come to an end but it just felt too soon.

“Thank you so much for tonight and I hope I didn’t get you into any trouble with your boss” he finally said breaking the silence

“Oh come on, Amos practically worships the ground you walk on, he wouldn’t have me with anyone else but you,” I said and he laughed “but I guess you are used to that” I added

“Used to what?” he asked me

“Used to people worshiping you and everything that has your name on it, you know money makes people feel like they are gods,” I said, “ and it makes the broke folks treat the ones with it like gods”

“Not me, I don’t really care about money when I don’t have someone to share it with,” he said looking at me deep in my eyes and I didn’t even know where to look because my eyes refused to move from his.

“I thought you were married,” I said breathlessly, and he quickly looked away while I tried swallowing my lust for him.

“What made you think that,” he said looking at his naked fingers. He had no wedding ring on and for some reason I was relieved to see that. Should I have been?

“I just assumed, I mean it's rare for a guy like you to -” he interrupted me by slamming his lips into mine before I could even finish my sentence.

His lips felt moist and sweet at the same time, a part of me screamed at me and cursed at me for allowing him to touch me like that and kiss me when I didn’t even know him. Another part of me wanted him so badly and that part of me was the most dominant. This felt like home. I felt like I was falling, but I didn’t want to be caught by anyone but him. I didn't know what the kiss meant to him but I just hoped that him and I were on the same page because he had started this.