The Billionairess Wants Me Back

Chapter 3

           THEO

My girlfriend, Shulamite, is a crazy lady! She doesn't have a heart at all. She does things without considering my feelings, without considering the fact that I love her so much.

She is my world, the only thing that puts a smile on my face.

Why is she like this? Is it a crime to love someone?

She told me she was going out yesterday night, I asked her where she was going to, she blatantly ignored my question and left the house.

She came back this morning and I'm so pissed at her.

Why does she have to be so heartless and mean without being considerate?

I know I deserve this because she had told me time without number that she doesn't love me, but I just can't accept this fact. I can't live without her, she is my everything.

I just want to be with her. She is a lady that takes nonsense from no one. In fact, her behavior sometimes scares me but still I want to spend my whole life with her.

This morning, I'm just so pissed that I don't know how to bridle my mouth. She has hurt me so much that I longer know how to hide it.

I wanted to calm down and ask her where she had gone, but, I just couldn't hold it when I saw her lying on our bed like nothing had happened.

Like I said before, she can be very scary and merciless when she is angry which is a good reason why I should consider my words carefully, but I did the opposite.

After confronting her in a not so pleasant way, she warned me seriously against saying anything anymore.

But I know my mouth, it will not listen at all.

Before I could even control it, I have started insulting her. This is not right, but, she has turned me into a talkative with her behaviors.

"You w***e!  Is mine not enough for you? I pity your life that's so pathetic and useless....." I continued laying all sorts of abusive and degrading words at her.

A man should behave like a man, but in my case, I don't know if I'm the man or the woman here.

I now behave like a woman seriously, probably because I'm the faithful one here. I will relax at home after work, trying to spend some time with my girlfriend but she was always unavailable- attending parties and night clubs everytime. It's so annoying.

It's quite unfortunate but this is the bitter truth; she behaves like a man while I act like a damn woman.

Sometimes, I wonder the type of person that she is.

Everything about her screams wealth, from her head to toe and the way she carries herself and her behaviors screams power and authority.

She seems like a woman of class that doesn't let anyone dictate for her and I wonder why.

She is not even from a rich family and works under someone, so what makes her Aura this intimidating?

Sometimes, It's as if I don't know her at all.

While I was busy raining an abusive words at my girlfriend, I quickly shut up and shrunk back in fear the moment the door opened to reveal her angry face, her dark eyes sending daggers at me. She doesn't talk much but she is quick to anger and violent too.

Oh God, why did I have to provoke her?

I shuddered and swallowed the lump in my throat when I looked down at her hand and saw her holding onto one of her heels.

I felt my member that doesn't have sense twitch in excitement in my boxers when I saw her naked breast. I felt like grabbing her and giving her a good kiss. I don't know if she knows what she is doing to me, I always feel like a horny man whenever she is around.

She doesn't like to wear clothes and it affects me so much. Her sexy and alluring body I mean.

I could give anything to be with this woman, why don't she see me the way I see her?

There is no day that I don't profess my love for her, before her. It's as if, she is immune to the word 'love'. Her heart is so strong and I wish I could melt it but with our relationship like this, I don't think I can... hmmmmm.

I peeled my eyes off from her hot and enticing body and refocused my gaze on her darkened face, now is not the time to think about that. I am about to be skinned alive and I know it.

"Why can't you just keep quiet?" She spat coldly, sending a shiver down my spine. Oh, this woman surely have some supernatural powers!.

"Why should I?" I challenged back, digging my own grave more.

She didn't say anything again and before I know it, she has neared me like a flash. She is very violent which I know, so I tried to dodge to the side when she raised her hand up to strike me with the deadly heal in her hand, but I was too late.

I yelped in pain when the shoe met with my bare side, my eyes turned red with anger.

What a woman, must she use violent to end every quarrel?

I rushed to collect the heel from her hand, but she kicked me hard, causing me to fall on the couch and as I tried to get up, I felt another pain at the back of my head. My eyes rolled into my head, I couldn't hold the pain anymore and so I quickly gathered myself and rushed to her and guess what?

I didn't even get a chance as I felt another piercing pain on my forehead.

That was when I lost it, I couldn't move anymore as I fell back on the chair. My head began to spin, my vision doubled.

What the hell?

I looked at her, she was so calm, staring lazily at me like nothing had happened.

She quickly threw the shoe aside as her face suddenly twisted, showing emotion on her face for the first since she came back.

I became at alert and just as I was about to say something, I felt the reason why she had a sorry expression on her face.

I was bleeding!

Bleeding furiously that the whole room began to smell, I had to rush into the bathroom while she followed me too.

I didn't want to stain the room more since I had suffered to clean it today, I hate when the house is messy and dirty.

Now, my blood is flowing everywhere as if a goat was slaughtered in the room.

But why was she following me?

I stayed under the shower as it washed the blood away.

Blood was much, It was flowing from both the wound in my front head and the one in my back head.

She walked into the bathroom, grabbed a bucket, poured water with detergent, grabbed a mobbing stick and began to mob the blood.

Everywhere was just smelling, and it was strong that I felt like vomiting, I had to control myself.

After mobbing the room, she changed the water and mobbed it again.

Then, she walked back into the bathroom. To my surprise, she muttered a sorry before throwing me into her arms.

She said sorry once again and I couldn't help but felt tears in my eyes.

"I'm sorry too" I said to her, I'm truly sorry for all the abusive words that I said to her.

After hugging me, she started helping me to wash off the blood and it stopped rushing, she helped me to dry my body and my hair and then, dragged me out from the bathroom while I followed her.

She sat mr down on a chair and then, brought the first aid box.

She wordlessly sat in front of me as she started to dress the wounds on my head. I stared at her speechlessly, wondering what was going on in her head.. I wish I could find out.

Sometimes, I wonder if there's a little love for me in her heart.

The way she treats me sometimes is beyond doubt.

Although she is violent and immune to love, she has a big heart which I know. She can be the nicest person on earth that it confuses me at times.

She hates injustice and she doesn't mind throwing away her life for what she believes is right, but God, she is just so weird and strange.

What a woman, damn you! Can you just relieve my heart and stop treating me so nicely sometimes?

"Ouch" I groaned, feigning pain because I just want to hear her soothing voice once again. And I was rewarded.

"Sorry" She paused the movement of her hand, and then looked at me momentarily before resuming what she was doing.

"Can you just say something longer than, just sorry?" I decided to ask.

"What do you want me to say?" She asks, bringing her hand to her mouth as she yawned tiredly.

She wants to sleep and I could see it in her eyes.

But I don't want her to sleep, I want to spend more time with her, I want to hear more of her voice.

Gosh, I love her so much.

"I have missed hearing your voice in a nice way" I said, raising my hand to stop her hand, finally gaining her attention. She is so mysterious sometimes.

"Turn your back" She said, ignoring my mischievous words as she pulls her hand away from mine.

I pouted as I did as I was told so she could dress the wound at the back of my head.

"That's all, I'm sorry" She announced while apologizing to me and that was it. She stood up and walked towards the bed to lie down.

Hmmmm, I sighed so loudly in disappointment.

I couldn't stop her from sleeping as she looked so exhausted and tired.

So I began to clean the living room again, and once I was done and satisfied that it was clean enough, I dressed up and after informing her that I am visiting my mom, I left the house.

My Mom is actually not feeling fine, her health keeps deteriorating everyday. I have spent so much money just to treat her. My only sister died five years ago while giving birth to her child. And yes the child is alive!

I have a younger brother who I'm older than with two years. He is twenty five while I'm 27. But he is just so useless to himself and the family as he chooses not to do anything with his life. He is always drinking and visiting from one gamble house to another..

Our elder brother who is thirty is now married with two lovely kids and he doesn't bother himself with our mother at all. He doesn't care.

Ever since our father died, my elder brother and younger brother lost it.

They no longer cared about our mother, even though the woman has been sick, they totally ignored her.

I am the only one that often goes to see her to know how she is doing.

I tried my best to make sure that she is being taken care of.

I actually lied to Shulamite about me going to see her.

I saw my Mom yesterday, and she was in a better health yesterday.

I have also called the lady that's taking care of her to know how she was doing today and I got a positive reply.

Although Shulamite doesn't love me, she is still the only person that makes me happy even without knowing it.

I just want to sit down one place and take like two bottles of beer, to relieve my mind off things.

So I made my way towards Oranges bar. This is where I normally hang out with my friends.

There's no fun in drinking alone, so I decided to call Austin and Tristan, so they could keep me company.

But after making the call, I regretted it because it suddenly occurred to me that I had a plaster on my forehead. They would surely make a jest of me.

"s**t!"