The Billionaire's Secret Lover

Chapter Eight - I am So Disappointed In You President for Being So Backwards

I went past the kitchen, "Anthony table six is asking for you.. I'm going for a smoke at the back.."

I didn't even wait for Lucas to say something I just left them there and went to the back to smoke..

"You are testing me Isabella.. You just got here.. Literally.. You can't go smoke now.." I heard him shout but cared less.

Deep down I knew my days were slowly being numbered in this place and right at this moment I didn't care. My mother's operation happened and she was going to recover well hopefully. We could survive from anything I'd make at the club.. Being here was just draining me now.

"You smoke?"

That voice God.. If only the owner wasn't supporting s**t. She and I would get along just fine.

I turned around to look at her. She was standing a few feet away from me. I wanted to laugh at the space she left between us. You'd think she didn't want to get 'sick' from my disease.

I took a drag on my cigarette and then blew out the other way... Away from her majesty... Then I nodded my head a little bit, "I'm already going to hell you know... with my sickness and all that according to you and your dad.. So I might as well live like I'm there already .."

She swallowed, "Isabella you should stop..."

I shook my head stopping her, "You follow me to my locker.. You come at the back of this place.. You ask for different waitresses... You'd swear you own these people.. Is this place yours madam president?"

She looked at the floor then back up.

It hit me.. Fuck.. So it was her place?

"Ahh I don't even know why I'm surprised.. So am I fired?"

"What ?" she asked seeming taken back, "Umh ... Why would you think that?"

"Come on madam president.. You don't want me repeating what your father said.. Do you? Last time I checked you don't want to be associated with....my kind."

She swallowed and folded her arms on her chest, "Exactly ... It's what my father said.. Not me.. I am not my father.."

I arched my brow at her and then dropped the cigarette on the floor, "What's the difference between what he said and what you said when you don't disagree with him? Because you were sitting over there watching him say all those things. Things about us as if we don't matter. We are just lost children who need saving.. It's what he said and what you promise to deliver right.. His vision is what you'll continue on right.."

" Isabella... "

I shook my head, "Stop .. Stop saying my name like that coz you sound so... " I stopped myself from saying cute. It just pissed me off that I was actually mad at her but she kept on being so attractive. Could my mind stop looking at her as attractive and see her as the monster she is by wanting to continue her father's awful vision.

"You know when I found out that you are president of this party I thought you'd shed light to him and see things differently coz you weren't born in the oldern days.. But no, I was lying to myself. You're just like him.. You don't understand.."

"Then make me understand.."

I rolled my eyes, "What difference would it make?"

She cleared her throat, "Isabella.. Growing up You learn what's right and what is wrong right? So why don't you tell me then and make me understand you.."

"And you can unlearn some things once you are old enough to know what you want in life. Just because I grew up hating your father for being an ignorant man doesn't mean I should hate you coz you're his daughter right.. But here you are following his footsteps."

" I am telling you that I am willing to learn..."

I shook my head, "Say you haven't met me..when were you going to be willing to learn madam president??" I laughed, "You assume because my hair is long and I don't dress masculine that I must be straight. Man you guys are funny.. so how will you and your father do this?"

"Isabella I am talking to you and you're refusing to listen to me.."

I rolled my eyes, "That is because I am so disappointed in you for being so Backwards.. From a man I expected that, because they stupidly feel threatened by us as if we love every skirt we see.. Stupid like I said, but from a woman, worse your age.. I'm truly disappointed. Anyway, Let me get back to work."

She sighed, "Could you at least please come serve me.. Please."

I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, closing whatever space she created. She furrowed her brows at me in confusion. I smiled a bit, "Yes madam president.. I will do so."

I walked past her and I swear I could hear her breathe. Was she holding her breath? I shook my head a bit thinking she'd kill herself coz she didn't want my sickness.

She went back to her table and I came like the good worker I was and took her order.

When I went to give her the food she asked for, she sighed, "Isabella... I meant what I said. So if you have time.. I'll really squeeze you in and then you'd let me in."

My mind. My stupid mind was thinking differently from what she was talking about. I was thinking about a whole different level of squeezing and letting her in... God... Paul cleared his throat when I didn't say anything and that's when I realized that she was waiting for my response.

Fuck..

"Oh .. Umh.. Are you free between 11 and 4?" I asked and she smiled, "Yeah ... I'll have to see if I don't have meetings in that certain day if not this afternoon.." she said with a small smile. She seemed like she was really looking forward to learning.

I smiled though because she got my time wrong, "Madam president I was talking about 11 at night until 4 in the wee hours of the morning..."

She furrowed her brows, "What ?"

"I'm free then.. You asked."

"What about during the day?"

"It's during the day and I'm working.. Ma'am.."

"Yeah ... But I can..."

I shook my head stopping her before she could go on, "No ... No ma'am.. I can't leave work and besides I have already taken my days off for this month and the coming one. So I can't."

"So you're saying no?" she asked and I kinda felt bad when she said it, "No .. I'm not saying no.. I just.."

I couldn't be with her alone.. I mean my mind was all over the place.. Thinking about her in uncool s****l ways.

"Then what are you saying? You told me I was backwards in there and you insulted me.. Now, as someone who is here to help others I am asking you to help me understand what I don't.. And you're shutting me out. So how do you expect me to make changes on something I don't know or even debate my father about something I don't know."

I sighed. She was telling the truth, man why did she have to be so perfect coz I was trying so hard not to like her, "Okay... After knocking off I have about 30 minutes before I leave for my other job... We can meet then."

She smirked and got up, "I will see you when you knock off then."

Darn she was good. I turned around to find Paul smiling at me. I smiled at him before whispering only for him to hear, "You are less scary than him."

He laughed.

"What did she say...?" Zahara asked but Paul kept quiet and said, "Nothing ma'am.."

..

My day went by smooth after that and I even forgot about my little rant with the president earlier.

I went to my locker and changed after work.. Getting ready to leave.

"Leaving already?" that voice...

I turned around to see her standing there. She was wearing track pants and a tank top like she had nothing to do today. For once she looked ordinary and I wasn't intimidated by her.

I looked behind her waiting for her watchdogs to appear but they didn't. She laughed, "I dodged them..they don't know I'm here. Well, Paul does.. But Lucifer thinks I'm sleeping."

"Is he the devil..."

She laughed walking in after I put on my shirt. She looked at me, "You're funny.."

"And gay... So don't come close.. Who knows you might catch the disease.."

She didn't laugh and I rolled my eyes at her, "Not funny enough?"

"Not funny at all.."

I pointed at the chair by the corner, "Wanna sit there?"

She nodded and we both went to sit there. I watched her carefully as she sat down and looked at me. I waited for her to talk....and she didn't. She just sat there and looked at me.

I realized that maybe she was scared to ask coz maybe she'd come out as ignorant or offend me. So I gave the the first question that people usually ask.

"I knew when I was in high school.. And that's like 18 years ago..."

She furrowed her brows at me, "Wait.. So you're not 23?"

I laughed, "Flattery will not get you anywhere madam president.."

She laughed also, "Man .. Wait... Are you like.... Maybe 32?"

"Are you seriously trying to know my age?"

She nodded her head making me smile, "I'm 33..."

She looked at me and something changed in her eyes. She swallowed, "Okay ... Umh... So..."

I laughed, "My age shouldn't make you feel intimidated madam president... You're younger than me but intimidating coz of your position and occupation."

She shrugged, "My occupation is nothing.."

"Right .. Like you can't win these elections and be the president of the frikken country..."

"I'm not intimidating... You kinda are.."

"How ? Coz I'm old?"

She shook her head, "Because you stood up to me and said all those things to me. I mean people usually just say yes to me all the time whenever I say something or when my father says something. You don't. You're different.."

I smiled, "Zahara you are like so smart, really attractive and have the sexiest voice ever but I'm not a yes ma'am kinda person... Unless you are under me naked.."

I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to spit that out but my mouth was faster than the speed of light and it just walked out as soon as I thought about that.

Her eyes shot wide open and she looked at me shocked. I laughed, I laughed at her," Madam president.. Are you a virgin?"

"What ? Noooo.." she seemed taken back by my question.

"Oh okay good. So ask me... anything about my sexuality."

"Your parents.. How did they react.. When they found out.."

"Mom always knew. Dad never stuck around to find out, he left me and mom when I was like a baby... So yeah... My mom is the best... Currently forcing me to move on right now from my previous relationship.."

"How did you know.. Like... How did it happen.. I just... I don't want to offend you with stupid or ignorant questions but I also want to know..like... Everything."

She was cute, "Okay ... So I was the odd one out at school.. Guys approached me but I didn't like them. So this one girl.. She was so attractive. Like for me she was the cutest person ever.. We'd chill until this one time I asked her if she has ever kissed a boy or if she would. She didn't know.. But we decided to kiss. She was my first kiss and it was the cutest kiss ever. I knew then.. And I've never been with a man my whole life."

" So how do you know that you're not attracted to men if you've never given them a chance..?" she asked and I looked at her taking in her question. Most of the times that question was asked by an ignorant man who didn't want to take my no. They'd be stupidly trying to force me to give them a chance by asking that stupid question... My response to them would be have they tried dating men to know that they aren't gay... But this was different. She was asking because she wanted to know.

"If it worked like that I think we'd all be bound to try each other don't you think?"

She looked at me confused and I elaborated, "I mean you'd have to be with a woman to prove that you're not straight or vice versa."

She nodded her head in understanding, "Ahh yes... So are you scared of men? Did you turn because your father left you and your mom? What is it that you hate about men?"

Again.. Ignorant question but I calmed down because she was learning.

"No ... I mean let me explain this. Me loving a woman is me having feelings for a woman, not necessarily because I'm scared of men or my father left me... I don't hate men president.. I just wouldn't want them in my bed. It's more about how I feel emotionally and how they make me feel other than the physical aspect of a person. I've only been physically, romantically and emotionally attracted to women.. Not men."

She sighed, "I never thought of it like that.. Father always made it a mission to say that those people hate men and they have been hurt or that they are lost... And want to be men I mean with how you dress.."

I shook my head, "Oh no I don't want to be a man.. I love myself as I am.. I mean we have Trans people and they matter... I am just myself loving women is all, and Zahara you don't have to dress a certain way to scream that you're gay. Clothes don't describe s****l feelings or attraction.. They make us look good and feel good about ourselves. They don't tell you who we take to bed.."

She smiled a bit, "Oh thank you for telling me that... I know now.. So what is it about... women..?"

I closed my eyes and gave it a little thought then I opened them. She was looking at me, I smirked thinking about her, "Where do I start Zahara... It's in the way they smell. Their softness.. How gentle they are, their smile.. Their skin... Their love language... And just their voices... There's something about the way a woman talks... You know.. It has this effect on me... Sometimes I get lost in their eyes too.."

I was looking at her and she wasn't blinking even one bit. She looked back and smiled a little. I smiled back, "It's their confidence... I mean it differs with people.. But what I mentioned works for me.."

She swallowed making me smile even more. God she was so attractive. If only things were different...

My phone suddenly started ringing and I cursed a thousand times in my head before taking it out to look at it. An unknown number.

"You can take it.. I have to go.. I have dinner with the rents.." she said getting up from the sit.

"Great .. Enjoy dinner madam president."

She waved and left then I answered, "This better be good?"

'Umh .... Mackams? It's Grace from the hospital..'

"f**k ... Umh.. Yeah I'm on my way.. I'm leaving work right now.. I'm coming.." I quickly hung up without even thinking.