LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

I slowly limp back from the bathroom to my bed feeling so tired of this room. It has been two good weeks since I had that accident, but it was not as serious as Andy is making it look like. I only got a few injuries on the back of my head and my hip, and a very minor one on the hand, but this Andy guy has made a great deal out of it.

I don’t get to do a single thing in this house. He has taken up all the responsibilities. He has even reduced himself to working from the house since the day I suffered the accident. He takes Angel to and from school, he has hired a cleaner to do the laundry for us and mop the house. Well, since he can’t cook, and I have a sense that he can’t allow anyone else in his kitchen, we have gone back to eating ordered food. The food from outside has its own special taste, I must admit, but the most sweetest of our meals is the breakfast, why? Because Andy devoted himself to making it for us.

I don’t enjoy being baby seated at all, but getting that special treatment from Andy hits me differently. I feel so special that he had to forsake his office to stay with me back in the house. It’s another way of him portraying his love and care for me, and it’s melting my heart. The way he stays with me in my room, he even moved his computer here, that way he can work while keeping a close watch on me. The way he fed me the first few days, the way he carries me bridal style whenever I need to go somewhere, even to the bathroom, and not to mention, this has become his bedroom for the past two weeks. That is so romantically sweet of him. It’s not what I wanted, but he chose to be the commander-in-chief of this whole situation, and I had to obey.

I stroll to the chair near my bedroom window after opening the curtains, the bright morning sun smiling at me. It’s a beautiful sunny morning, and I can’t help the urge to sunbathe. I drag the chair to the balcony, and sit down, and sit facing the direct rays of the sun.

“Mmmhh! This feels so sweet.” I whisper to myself, as I lean back on the chair, allowing the sun to caress my face and my body under the Andy’s T-shirt.

I plop my hand behind my head, feeling the scar. The bandage was peeled two days ago, and the scar is not that big. It’s not even easily noticeable, since my long hair is doing a great job of covering it when left loose to fall on my back. The one on my hand is almost gone since it was just a scratch. The hip is the one taking a bit longer to heal since it’s where the car hit me directly. That foolish driver! I’m glad he is behind bars, not only because of me but because he nearly killed another person while escaping that day. Karma, my friend, is a bitch! You can’t hit and run and expect to get away with it.

I take in the hot breath, but I smell a different scent that is so familiar. I open my eyes, to another pair of sweet dark brown eyes boring into mine.

“What are you doing?” I ask my prince charming. My knight in shining armour. My other half – my better half. Mi Amore. Just like the thousand things I feel for this beautiful guy, I also have a thousand sweet names for him.

“I wanted to steal a kiss.” He says, his mouth curving up to a small beautiful smile. I see beauty in everything this man does. Even the smallest gestures from him, hold so much beauty and meaning in them. Can a man be this sweet?Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Too, bad, I caught you.” I tease and wink at him, earning a wider smile from him.

He looks into my eyes, feeding me his sweet breath as he talks he is leaning in so close.

But I can still get it if I ask nicely, right, babe?”Oh, Andy! When you talk to me like this – so sweet, and soft. When you look at me like this – so sexy. So pleading. So romantic. How can I not melt like I am doing now? How can I not feel as hot as I am feeling now? Since I want this feeling to continue a while longer, I shake my head at his question, and his eyes darken, sagging a bit more like he is drowsy. I love this look. So dark but so soft. They portray love and lust.

He looks away for a moment, hurting my feelings because I wanted to get lost in those eyes for a while.

“Alright.” He turns to me. “Let’s see if you will still refuse me.” Before I can say anything, he scoops me in his arms, and my hands automatically their way around his neck. I thought he was going to walk us through the open door of my bedroom, but he just stands with me in his hands, looking at me, and me staring back. “Aren’t you going to ask where I am taking you?” He asks at last.

“No. I trust you with my body, mind, and soul.” I say, caressing his perfect jaw with one hand.

“Sometimes, babe, you need to knock some sense into me. Can you stand?” I nod my head, though confused. What’s he talking about? He puts me down slowly like a baby who is still learning to stand, and after making sure that I have balanced myself well on the floor, he takes a few steps back, and stands at the corner of the balcony, leaning on it. He then straightens his hand to me, gesturing for me to go to him. I limb towards him, trying not to look like I am struggling too much, until I can reach his hand. I grab it, and he pulls me to him, hugging me tightly. I feel his hands tracing the scar behind my head, and I don’t resist. He has been checking them countless times a day. “That one is almost gone. But you see what I mean? You can’t even walk properly and my urge for sex almost got the best part of me.”I understand him. I too am dying to make love to him again. I want to be laid again. I want to experience that heavenly feeling again. I want to feel our naked bodies against each other again. I want to feel his huge member inside my pot of honey. I want him as much as he wants me. I want him to pleasure me again until I fill the entire room with the moans of his beautiful name. I haven’t forgotten that he promised to teach me how to ride, lol! Men, I am waiting for that. I can’t wait to pleasure him, because he says he can’t wait to feel me on top of him, that it will be mind-blowing. Fuck this hip of mine already! Can’t it heal like this minute!

“I’m sorry. I just… I miss you so much.” He stares for a sec, then he crashes his lips on mine for a sweet slow deep kiss. A slow-burn kiss that perfectly explains how much we desire each other.

“I miss you like hell too, Ania. That’s why, don’t always trust me when desire and lust are involved. I will not forgive myself if I ever hurt you. Always remind me even at the most slightest gesture if there is something to consider.””Okay.” I mumble.

“I’m dying to make love to you. I am trying to refrain my hands from pinching those hard nipples of yours. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t trust myself as much you trust me.”I rest my head on his forehead, and close my eyes. I hate this feeling of having him so close like this yet I can’t have him. I desire his touch. I’m longing for his caresses and sweet kisses.

“Isn’t there anything else we can do to quench this?” I ask, with a soft voice and heavy unsteady breathing. I’m panting heavily with desire.

“Let’s see.”