LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

Curse this freaking alarm! Jeez! Is it morning already? I feel like I just took forty winks.

I slept so late last night because today is the charity event day, and I decided to make some snacks for the kids. I learnt from Andy that both children homes’ have a total of 120 children, so I made about 150 cupcakes. I left about ten for today’s breakfast and packed the rest. I did not want to tell anyone that I was going to prepare something so waited until Andy retired to bed so that I can start preparing my surprise. And that is how I found myself going to bed twenty minutes to four. I went to bed in the morning, and I had to wake up early in the morning. I hope he likes my surprise, though.

I stop the alarm and kick my warm duvet aside, and get out of bed. It’s seven in the morning, a perfect time to make breakfast. As the host, Andy should be at the venue by twelve to receive the quests, and we are all going together.

I change from my pyjamas to a black sleeveless dress after taking a very quick shower and brushing my teeth, and I walk to the kitchen. I open the door slowly, still scraping my eyes because I know I definitely have eye bugs. Darn! I still feel so sleepy.

“Good morning!”

Even without looking, that is definitely Andy’s voice. He is already awake?

“Morning.” I greet him, opening my eyes to look in the direction of his voice.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“This is what you get for choosing to kill yourself with work?”

I look at him as he stands to walk to where I am and is almost finishing a… what? A third cupcake?

“I see you have seen them already. I wanted to surprise you, so can you not scold me, please?”

“I am not admonishing you, Ania. I am not mad at you. I am happy. Thank you so much for doing this. But look at you now, huh!” He cups my face. “You look wasted.”

“Do you really like what I did? Are they sweet?”

“They are super sweet. Honestly, thank you so much. This means a lot to me.”

“That is all that matters to me, Andy.” I say, and he wastes no time in kissing me gently on the lips. He takes a break to look at me, and after scanning my eyes for like a minute, he kisses me again, his hands dropping to my waist while mine moves to his neck. I was so thirsty for him.

Kissing has become our ritual, particularly this past week. From that day we spent the night together on the couch, I think we have become addicted to these kisses. Nobody is willing to stop. No single day goes by without us kissing, and today has proven to be no different.

The kiss feels a bit different. It’s deeper, sweeter, and savage. It seems like he was so hungry for it too, like he was dying to nudge his tongue in my mouth again. It feels like it has a meaning today. But what meaning can it have? Will you someday grow sick and tired of kissing me, Andy? Is this just a game we are playing? Because to me, it is not. I want to give what we are having a name. I want to give meaning to this affection you are showing me. I want to make these sweet kisses that I have become so addicted. I want this feeling of being in your arms like this to be permanent. If only, if just only, Andy, I can understand what all this means to you, I would be able to give it a name.

We jerk away from the kiss, and he rests his forehead on mine for a while, both of us panting heavily. I am panting heavily due to that kiss, and I still feel like kissing him more. I drop one of my hands to his chest, and slowly unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt. I sneak my hand to his chest, moving it up and down, basically everywhere on his chest. I seductively brush my lips on his and use my other hand to pull him to me suggestively, my eyes never leaving his lips. Understanding my message, he captures my lips for another heated kiss.

I love how he explores my mouth. I love how he tastes like honey, and I love how his hands are moving up and down my back, sending electric waves all over my body. I wrap my hands tightly around his neck, and he spoons me up and starts heading out of the kitchen as we pull away from the kiss to get some air. I bit my lower lip, looking at his eyes which are burning with.

“Stop doing that.” He speaks, looking away from me as he ascends the stairs.

“Doing what?” I teasingly ask, placing my palm on his jaw, making him look at me.

“Biting your lip like that.” He answers.

Today, instead of taking me to his room, he takes the opposite direction, and kicks my door open after unlocking it, and kicking it shut again after getting in.

“Why is that?” I ask again, tracing his jaw with my fingers.

He places me gently on my bed and knelt with one knee beside it.

“Because you are turning me on and you won’t be able to handle me.”

Simple and straight, he admits, and I feel my face heating up. I turn him on, and that was my ticket to the moon. At least I make him feel something, and not just anything, but something strong. My heart is happy, but…

“Why do you kiss me, Andy?” I blab without even deliberating. The words just rolled out of my mouth.

He stares at me for a while without saying a word, then he caresses my hair and pecks my lips before saying something out of the question.

“I want you to rest for,” he checks his wristwatch, “two hours because we have a long day ahead and you are already tired as it is.” He tucks me inside the duvet and stands up.

He does not have an answer to your question, Tania. My mind shouts at me, making me close my eyes. It would be best if I sleep.

“About your question,” my eyes shoot up the moment he starts speaking. I look at him, “we will talk about it when we get back.” I nod my head, and he walks out, while I drift to sleep, laughing at my mind for being so wrong.

4 HOURS LATER.

After waking up like two hours ago, I went downstairs where Andy was playing with Angel on the couch, waiting for me so we can have breakfast. They are giving me so much privilege as a maid. My thoughts.

We had a quick breakfast, without much being said, but Angel couldn’t hide her enthusiasm. After breakfast, Andy offered to get Angel dressed as I clean the utensils and pack the cakes in the car.

So here I am now, in my room, trying to convince myself that I am actually the reflection I am seeing in the mirror. I used almost all the money I had left on this dress. I wanted to look spectacular because I know Andy and Angel will kill it. I want to try and fit in their world today, even for just today.

My royal blue dress perfectly hugs my curves, stopping about two inches above the knees, and I complimented it with a pair of blue and white stilettos which are not too high for my comfort. I have done everything, just fighting with my thoughts if I should wear the white necklace in my hand that came with the dress or not.

A slight knock on the door makes me turn away from the mirror, and mumble a come in to whoever is on the door.

The door opens, and Andy walks in, wearing a navy blue suit. Wow, just wow! He looks hute.. hot and cute, I mean. He is dazzling, more than he always does in his usual casual wear.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I am done. Let’s go.” I say, and turn to grab my purse from the bed, but his voice and clicking of his shoes stops me.

“The necklace is the only thing missing. May I?” He comes closer and stretches his hand for me to give him my necklace. It’s embarrassing, but I don’t refuse him. I hand him the necklace and turn around to allow him to do the honours. He stands behind me, and slowly puts the jewel around my neck, making me shiver when his hands came into contact with my skin. Thankfully, it didn’t take long. “You look gorgeous.” He says, looking at my reflection in the mirror, his chin resting on my shoulder, a small smile on his face.

“And you look hute.” I respond.

“What’s that?” He furrows an eyebrow with a gorgeous confusion on his face.

“Hute. As in, hot and cute.”

“Ooh, that’s new. Thank you.” He smiles broadly.

“Thank you too. Where is Angel?” I query, before I forget we have an event to attend and pull him on this bed.

“She is waiting in the car.”

“Let’s not keep her waiting then.” I say, smilingly, and Andy offers me his arm to tuck my hand on as we walk side by side out of the house.

It’s time to have fun, and feel like a queen beside this charm.