The Billionairess Wants Me Back

Chapter 1

SHULAMITE

We're like a married couple but we are not. He loves me but I don't love him back which he was aware of. So you could imagine, what I'm doing with him since I don't love him?

Well, you could say that I just loves the way he serves me.

You have seen nothing yet because I'm a pure cheat. I just love having fun which he knows. I hate s*x but I enjoy it when am drunk.

When am drunk, s*x becomes very nice and pleasurable especially when I swing the same way. Yes, I swing both ways when I'm high.

Sometimes I wonder why he is stuck with me since it's obvious to him that I cheat or maybe he loves the way I give it to him when I'm drunk?

 I could remember him asking me many times if I love him and I blatantly said No. Wishing that he throws me out of his house but that never happens. 

Why is he even bent on staying with someone that he knows very well that she doesn't have a single affection for him? Because I remember gathering my stuffs many times to leave but he'd managed to stop me on several occasions, after so many long pleadings and persuading.

Who can even vouch for him? That he doesn't cheat on me?

Because I don't wash or clean and I only know how to position for him when I'm drunk..... without drinking, nothing happens. But I cook sometimes though, that is, when I'm in a good mood!

I think I need to see a therapist or something so I can work on this my bad habit. Mmmm!!!

Hell, there was no way I could enjoy s*x with any human on this earth without stuffing myself with alcohol. Does that even make sense?

Of course I have my money too. I'm extremely rich but my boyfriend doesn't know this fact. t

Everyday,  he sees me dress up and go to work but he doesn't know that I'm the actual owner of the company that I'm working in. 

You see? He isn't after my money at all. 

Not at all and I'm sure of that.

Even though I'm from a f*****g rich folks, I still hustle for more money because I believe that I shouldn't be what? LAZY!

I might be lazy in doing other things but I love working for my money.

An Alpha girl like me shouldn't be stuck in the house while only my brainless boyfriend works for money.

So, he works for his money while I work for mine. Simple!

The last time I loved someone was five years ago when I was 20 and now I am 25 years old. Young, right?

Our relationship is toxic, very harmful to any human.

I'm introverted a little bit because I only talk to those that I'm comfortable with. If I don't know you, don't even expect me to talk to you or make friends with you.

In fact, my door that was partially opened to people is now closing ever since I moved into this house to live with my supposed boyfriend.

We make noise everyday and our neighbors now thinks that I'm a fighter. I don't fight with people but I only fight with with my boyfriend.

Hmmmmm..... It's annoying when I think about everything, seriously.

I wasn't like this but ever since he learned how to run his mouth like a woman, I became more aggressive towards him, throwing everything that my hand comes into contact with and equally messing up our apartment.

Yes, my boyfriend loves to insult me and call me names whenever I became quiet and refuse to share my whereabouts to him.

You may think that I deserve it but heck, he is the one at fault here. I don't like him looking at me with contempt and disgust evident in his eyes and voice when he talks to me. I totally don't like that, so whenever he tries that, I become aggressive and fight. So many wounds on his body is because of my handwork and I don't even know how that happens. Like I can't stop asking myself where I got those powers to do those things to him. It's like I have a supernatural power that enhances my small strength whenever we fight!!!

Gosh, I hate myself whenever I look at him to see to those wounds because it must've been very painful. One thing I really like about him apart from the way he cares about me is that he is really strong. Really!!

If not he would've slumped to the floor and probably died a long time ago and the police would've done their work; arrest me for murder.

Laying on my back on the couch, I look up, staring at the ceiling of our small sitting room and sighed; a big and helpless one.

Why don't he just stop insulting me since he knows that I can't take it, neither do I know how to run my mouth like him.

I'm the female here but like seriously, I don't know and can't really run my mouth half the way my boyfriend does his whenever we were quarrelling. He just knows how to throw abusive words to me and I can't tolerate them. It's kind of annoying and irritating too.

Mmmm...... I really need to talk to someone about what happened today. Yes, something really happened today.

 So I will just call my sister and tell her before going further with what has been happening in our lives; the life of me and my boyfriend. Hahaha!!!!

I know that she might be at work right now but I decided to dial her number anyway.

She will definitely give me a listening ear and just as it rings, she picks.

"Hello" Came her laughing voice as if she knew that something had happened. But we're actually like that, all my family, because anytime we hear each others voice, it gives us so much happiness.

"Miriam" I called her name fondly with an equal laughing voice. of course I feel the same way to. She's my elder sister, three years ahead of me but I prefer calling her by her name. Even though she has always wanted me to call her Aunty which I totally refused.

We're seven in my family with my Dad and Mom inclusive. Three boys, two girls. Girls being the last and yes, I am the last one. Maybe, that's why I am stubborn too.

"Annyeong" I greeted her in Korea which made her to laugh even more.

I'm not a Korean girl but I just love everything about them to the extent that I started learning their language. And speaking the little that I understood to my family became a habit to me.

"We're you?" I asked.

"Work of course" She said. Of course I know that, big sis.

"Hmm... what's happening?" She asked sensing that something was up.

"Nothing...I just.... what I did today really scared me" I began with a stammer.

"What did you do?" She asked and I could even feel her widening her eyes out of curiosity over the phone.

I contemplated a bit with a sigh, wondering if I should go ahead and tell her or not.

Unlike me, my sister is a very loyal lady that knows what it means to be under a man and adhere to their rules and regulations without feeling irritated or angry. She's the perfect description of a good wife material which obviously I'm not. I don't like being given an order, trading carefully under someone else's set of rules and I prefer walking in my own set of rules. Got it? Yeah.

So we're different and I know that by the time I tells her this, she's definitely going to scold and caution me seriously, which I need by the way.

"What did you do?" She urged again with pure concern patent in her voice.

"I almost killed someone" I said with a shrug of my shoulders as if she could see me.

"And you're saying it as if it's a normal thing? Tell me exactly what happened" She spat with urgency.

So I began......

This afternoon I came back from where I went to yesterday and as I got to the door of our apartment, I saw that it wasn't locked with the red and black padlock that we normally lock it with. Then I remembered that today was Sunday which means no work. My boyfriend is definitely at home and as a person that loves cleaning, he might be cleaning and so the door must be open.

 With this thought in mind, I grabbed the knob of the door and pushed the door gently and it opened. Our house wasn't big, just a sitting room and a bedroom with bathroom by one side of the living room, and kitchen by the other side.

Why did I even accept to stay in this small apartment with him in the first place? Then I remember, mine is extremely big and luxurious, and also lonely. But his own, is just simple and cozy. Even the furnishings doesn't look extravagant and lavishing like mine, but it's nice and lovely.

I was ready to live inside a hole with him, just anywhere even though it wasn't my lifestyle, the reason, I still don't know yet.

My boyfriend still doesn't know who I am exactly and I hope it remains this way since there's no love between us, at least not from my side.

I looked at the sitting room and as usual, everything was perfectly and neatly arranged waiting for me to come and scatter them like always.

 He loves cleaning, it's like his hubby. No I think it has affected his brain seriously or is it because he stays with a scatterer like me? I doubt since he can spend thirty minutes just to wash one clothe, one hour in bathing, close to twenty minutes in brushing his teeth. Then, cleaning takes the whole day with him naked too. My boyfriend is really weird. Haha!!!

I looked towards the bathroom and saw that he was inside because I could hear the sound of water splashing, so I just shut the door quietly and made my way towards the bedroom. From my peripheral vision, I noticed him open the bathroom door slightly and looked at me before closing it back.

I smiled within me.....

Today, something is about to go down and I knew it.

I am Shulamite Solomon, the heart heartened spoiled rich girl and I take anything that's thrown at me head on without fretting.