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The Billionaire’s Red Chapter Nineteen
A fit of nausea jolted me awake. I ran to the bathroom, lowering myself down to the toilet seat to puke out my guts. I retched till the remnant of the dinner I had the night before was down the toilet, till all I could puke out was bile. I sat down on the floor, leaning against the cold tile when the urge to puke was gone. It was the third time that week I’d had to throw up so early in the morning all of a sudden. I’d at a moment thought it was just a bug but as it persisted I started to get worried. I got up from the bathroom floor and washed my face with cold water before brushing my teeth to get rid of the foul taste of my regurgitated dinner. Walking back to my room, I glanced at the small alarm clock on my bedside table, it was just past three am, three hours earlier than the time I have to get up to start doing my chores. I could no longer, my throat felt dry from all the rest hung I had to do. I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water. The kitchen was d
The Billionaire’s Red Chapter Twenty
“I love you.” Dylan’s words echoed in my mind.It was around 4 am that morning before anyone in that house could think of waking up. A knock on my door jolted me awake, and I had at first thought I was dreaming that was until I heard him whisper; “It’s me.”I had immediately jumped off my bed to open the door for him. “What are you doing here?” I whispered yelled at him, looking behind him to see if no one followed him. “She’s fast asleep. She wouldn’t know that I’m gone. And I’m here because…” he lowered his face to kiss my forehead. “I couldn’t sleep. Not when you’re not by my side.” “You’re such a sweet talker.” I said trying to hide the fact that I was swayed by his words. “It’s the truth, babe. I’m not trying to sweet talk you.” He kissed my hair. I thanked the skies that I didn’t blush easily if not, I would have been as red as a tomato. The way he used the pet name so casually made my pulse spike to a hundred beats per minute. I pretended like I didn’t hear it as that was l
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I didn’t see Dylan until he got back from work that evening and by then, I’d drawn to a conclusion that he didn’t say those words I thought he did but rather, my mind had played tricks on me making me hear what it knew I wanted to hear. It only made sense right? Because there was no way Dylan could fall in love with someone like me, a maid, a nanny. It was impossible. He was always going to love his wife, the millionaire’s daughter. I mean how could he love me and then kiss his wife in front of me? Loving someone meant not wanting anyone else but them. Like me, the thought of being with another man repulses me that’s because I loved him. I didn’t want anyone else but him. But unfortunately, he didn’t feel the same way towards me. It didn’t matter if he kissed me as if he wanted only me or if he made me feel like the most precious thing on earth. All that didn’t matter if he would just keep running back to his wife. I pushed the button to flush the toilet after puking my guts out.
The Billionaire’s Red Chapter Twenty Two
I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life than I was at that moment. I was still standing, locked in the four walls of the bathroom. My hands shook and avoided the door knob like a plague. Knowing she was standing, they were standing just outside the door, waiting for me wasn't comforting. I stared at the two faint black stripes. According to the pack, two lines mean positive. It felt like a bucket of iced water had been poured on my face and yet, I felt hot all over. My feet remained rooted to the ground, I couldn’t move.How?. How did this happen? I didn't understand. I was confused. He always used protection, always. So, why? Why did this happen? Why was the universe so against me? I jumped at the sudden bang of the door. "Are you planning on spending the whole evening there?" came Amelia's irritable voice from the other side of the door. “If you don’t fucking come out of there in five seconds, I’ll have the door broken down and your wages will be used to fi
The Billionaire’s Red Chapter Twenty Three
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was a despicable person in my first life. If I was someone who had no compassion for others and acted like I was better than everyone else maybe that’s why I was like this. Maybe that’s why I had to suffer like this. It’s been two weeks since I left Amelia’s house. Two weeks since I’d slept in a comfortable bed, weeks since I’d had anything good to eat. I spent half of my day searching through garbage bags for leftover pizzas, fruits that were still good that were thrown out by the owners, and other food items I knew would hurt me or my baby if I consumed them. I never slept in the same place twice. I always moved sleeping places every time a new homeless person arrives to claim the place. I always choose to leave in peace because I knew those kinds of people are never unharmed. I would much rather find shelter somewhere else than have some beggar stab me with a knife. I was wandering the street that night when it suddenly started raining. I had to r
The Billionaire’s Red Chapter Twenty Four
"Hello there, what would you like to have today?" I said to the man standing at the other end of the counter, trying to keep a smile on my face and not speak with a monotone voice. It was hard, trust me. Especially when over half of the population of male customers at ‘Gina’s Cafe’ gets are perverted jerks. "Er, actually I was hoping I could um ask you a question if you don't mind." He said. I eyed him warily wondering what it was that he wanted to ask me. Surely he would be smart enough to not ask me anything inappropriate because that would demand me to call Gabriel—the security man to kick him out. But then again, taking a careful look at him made me think that he wasn't the type to ask inappropriate questions. I had noticed him since he walked in with his friend about ten minutes ago. I had been wondering why they decided to sit instead and not order their coffee. I mean it wasn't even a busy morning. There were about eight customers in the shop, excluding them. He was dresse
The Billionaire’s Red Chapter Twenty Five
Red?Why did he—"When do you get off work?" He asked right after taking a sip from his coffee. I watched him drink his coffee. The way he lifted his cup and sipped on the hot caffeinated drink with such suaveness and elegance made me think that there's a school for wealthy people that teaches how to properly drink coffee. I didn't even realize that I was staring and being creepy until he tilted his head back to look up at me again. I flinched when our eyes met, and I certainly would have been redder than a tomato if I blushed easily. It felt like I had been caught red-handed doing something horrible by the last person I wanted to see me. His gaze was unflinching. And even though his expression was blank, it looked like he was waiting for something. Almost as if I was holding on to something that he had and he wanted me to give it back. I shifted on my feet. His deep stares made me uncomfortable. It felt like he was prying my soul, and my mind for some sort of answers, and my sou
The Billionaire’s Red Chapter Twenty Six
I know most people will find it weird that I had only just met this man and yet, I openly confessed about my affair with my boss's husband a piece of information that even Regina couldn't get out of me (she had once asked who the father of my child was, a question to which I'd given no answer to). I don't know what it was about him exactly but I thought he could ask me any question and I would answer. Any questions whatsoever. He had the kind of face, the kind of aura that you just couldn't lie 'cause he'd know you were lying, no matter how much of a good liar you are. He looked like the kind of person you could tell anything and he wouldn't judge you for it. "Seeing as you are here must mean he didn't assume responsibility for his actions." It wasn't a question but I still decided to ask anyways. "No," I said memories of that night flooding back into my mind. I'd promised myself that I would forget him but how could I, when I was carrying a part of him? How could I when the wor
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