My Unwanted Billionaire

On Monday, I went to work with a thousand thoughts in my mind. I am wondering how things are going to be now after what happened on Saturday. That night after Mr. Jason and I left the room. I avoided him the whole night. I even left the place before him so he wouldn’t have to take me home. I planned to call in sick today, but I knew he would know it was because we kissed during the weekend. My decision to not be with him still stands. I won’t lie. I enjoyed the kiss and would want him to kiss me again, but it does not change the fact that Mr. Jason hurt me, and one kiss will not make that change.

I am walking out of his office after placing his coffee on his table. I was so happy when I came in and didn’t see him. Maybe he had an early morning meeting or is running late. I hardly doubt he is late because he is never late. I am about to step out of his office when someone grabs my hand. The person pulls me close to them, and my nose gets hit by that intoxicating cologne I am starting to like these days. He always scents divine. I am about to ask him to remove his arms around me, but he seals my mouth before I can.

Mr. Jason captures my lips in a passionate kiss. I missed his lips against mine. The taste of him in my mouth is as amazing as I remember. He continues to kiss me as he backs us against the door. He bites my lips so I can give him more access to my mouth. I part my lips and allow him to roam the inner parts of my mouth with his tongue. Oh God, I love kissing this man. I feel his hands roaming my legs and about to lift my skirt up. I come to my senses and remember what I am supposed to do if he kisses me. I place my hands on his chest to push him away from me. He gets the hint and finally releases my lips.

“Mr. Jason, don’t kiss me again,” I say, panting.

“What!” He asks, also out of breath. He looks confused about what I just said.

“I don’t like you touching me” I lie because we all know if it’s anything I want this man to do is touch me all day with those remarkable hands of his.

“Eleanor, do you remember what I told you the day we were shopping for my grandmother’s birthday present?”

“You told me a lot of things that day, sir.”

“I did, but I remember telling you that I know when you are lying,” He says and uses his finger to touch my bottom lip. “I know you love me touching you,” He says huskily into my ears. He makes sure to nibble on my ear before taking his mouth away. Oh, shit! He knows.

“Okay, let me rephrase then. I don’t want you touching me.”

“I don’t believe you, so I am going to ignore you just said that,” He says, walking away from me. I follow after him.

“No, Mr. Jason, you are not going to act the same way you did when I told you I was going to resign. I am serious about this. I don’t want you touching me, and if you don’t stop. I will sue you for sexual harassment,” I say, holding my ground against him. I am not going to sue him. I am just trying to scare him into doing what I want. But what Mr. Jason does next makes me feel very small. He laughs; you read it well. he bursts out laughing. He’s even holding his stomach to ease the pain because of how hard he is laughing. This is the first time I have ever seen him laugh, and he looks very handsome when he laughs. I wish he could laugh more. It makes his eyes shine, but enough about that. Why is he laughing at what I said?

“Eleanor, why don’t you tell me what this is all about?” He says, pulling me close to him. It’s like I am saying words to this man. He is hearing me but chooses not to pay heed to my words.

“Why do you think it’ something else?” I ask, removing my hand from his hold, but he grabs both of them and pulls me to his lap. “Mr. Jason!” I say, shocked by what he just did. I quickly stand up before someone walks in and thinks otherwise.

“If I stop touching you, would you tell me the real reason?”

“Maybe,” I say,

“Eleanor, look at me,” He says, and I do so. “Tell me, what’s really going on?” I can see the curiosity in his eyes. He really wants to know why I don’t want him touching me. I might as well tell him because I doubt it would change anything even if I do.

“Okay. I don’t want you to touch me because of who you are and what you have done to me.”

“Who I am and what I have done? I am not following.”

“Who you are is a player. You don’t date, and people like me can’t just have casual sex. What you have done. Is all the pain you have caused me while working for you. Even if you date, I won’t still want to be with you because of the pain you have caused me is too much to just overlook.”

“Oh,” He says, looking lost of words. I am sure he was not expecting me to say that.

“Yes, that’s why I don’t want you touching me,” I say, and all he does is hum. I think he is thinking deeply about what I said. I will leave him to it.

JASON

Jason played with his cup that had brandy in it. He thought about what Eleanor told him today. Everything she said was true. He didn’t date women. He only used them for their bodies. He also hurt her. He didn’t mean to hurt her. Eleanor just did things that always pushed his buttons. He wanted her more than anything in his life right now. He couldn’t even believe he fell for the gold digger. He is not even sure if he can call her a gold digger after getting to know her these past few months.

He hated her when he first met her because he believed she was just after his family’s money. After a while, he started to realize he was wrong, and that’s how he started seeing her differently. He tried to deny his attraction towards her, but it didn’t work. He planned to do nothing about his attraction towards her and wait for it to die out, but the fear of losing her to another man overtook him. He does not know what came over him that night to make him kiss her, but he does not regret kissing her. He could spend a whole day showering her body with kisses. Her body, Eleanor, was the sexiest woman to him right now, and he would do anything to have her body next to his. He can’t imagine how it would feel to be inside her. He is sure it would be more amazing than he is imagining. He could feel his pants tightening the more he thought about her. This is what she does to him. He needed her, and he needed her fast. He needs to think of a way to make her forgive him and consider whether she is worth giving up his player lifestyle.

EleanorAll text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It’s been a week since I told Mr. Jason why I don’t want him touching me. Things at work have been the same. I feel a little sad that nothing has changed. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I definitely did not expect Mr. Jason to not do anything about what I told him.

I am eating my toast in the kitchen before going to work when the doorbell goes off. I wonder who is here this early in the morning. I drop my bread back on the plate and walk to the door to find out.

“Good morning Miss Brown. We have a delivery for you. Please sign here,” The man at the door says once I open it.

“A package for me?” I say, collecting his writing pad to sign. I wonder who sent something to me. Alex and I are no longer talking, so I doubt it’s him.

“Thank you,” The man says, collecting the writing pad back from me once I am done signing on it. “Bring it in, boys,” The man says, and I hear a lot of footsteps walking towards my door.

I step outside to see why they are so many people walking towards the house. I see about five men with different flowers on their hands. Did Alex send the flowers? Has he not given up on being with me yet? I tell the men thank you after they drop the flowers in the living room. I close the door after the last one walks out. I don’t take more than one step before the bell goes off again. Did they forget something? I ask myself as I open the door.

“Ma’am, we are not done delivering the flowers.” One of the delivery men says with a different flower in his hand

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know,” I say, moving out of the way so they can walk in.

“It’s fine, ma’am, and I advise you to sit down. We are not going to be done any time soon.”

“Why? How many flowers are you delivering” I ask, confused

“A hundred flowers”

“What! Who could have sent me a hundred flowers?” I ask confused

“I don’t know who, but there is a card in all the flowers, ma’am.”

“Okay, thank you,” I say, walking away from the door to check the card in one of the flowers. Did I also mention that every flower is different? Who in God’s name would send me 100 different flowers?

I pick up the card, and it reads, ‘I am sorry. Please be mine’ I check three other ones, and they all have the same thing written. Are these from Mr. Jason? Is he apologizing for hurting me? If it’s him, I honestly can’t believe it. I never saw the day Mr. Jason would apologize for all the horrible things he did to me. I can’t believe he sent a hundred flowers with a card saying sorry. My heart flutters because of what he did. I guess I just had to wait for a little before seeing him do something about what I said.