LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

Andy strolls to the kitchen, his whiff being the first thing to announce his arrival. I don’t turn to meet him because I am bygaged in arranging the cups on the tray for breakfast. He encircles his arms around my stomach from my behind, giving me a peck on the neck.

This has been blathering on for weeks now, and I am fascinated by what we have. He has been passionate but respectful all the same. He has opened up to me a lot, and I suppose this has done him a lot of good.

This is all that I wished for. For him to be unrestricted with me. For him to entrust his secrets to me. He hasn’t asserted a word about him being entirely ready, but I know we are making progress. He is a man of few to no words, but I can point it out from his eyes, and the way he behaves with me of late. I can sense that he is gradually getting out of that cage he was living in for four years now.

I am mesmerised by how sweet and childish he acts with me at times. Those times he just hugs me from the blue. Those times he just lies on my lap like a baby and allows me to play with his hair. Those sweet moments when he looks at me with puppy eyes and utters some nonsense like, “I want to have a bite of you”. He sometimes has a very dirty mind and mouth for a man of his pedigree and demeanour, but for some reason, I am over the clouds with that side of him too. I can’t decipher the paralyzing cold chills I get whenever that side of him tickles. That feeling hits differently, and he knows just how much that messes my brain because..

“Your back feels so perfect just where it is.” He says behind my ear, making my hair rise. Didn’t I just tell you? He is so naughty sometimes, and he knows just how to mess with me.

“Oh, it is?” I tease.

“Mmm.” He kisses my neck again, pressing his front hard on my bum and, my! I can imagine the sight between his legs. “It’s perfect. How about I bend you over for a short quickie, huh, baby?”

Damn!

We haven’t had sex yet, and I appreciate that. We agreed to take things slow. However, sometimes I think he is dead serious when he cracks some dirty seductive jokes like this. I won’t deny that I have had quite an overwhelming time controlling my urge. Sometimes I feel a bit discontented when our make-out session stops at just him sucking my boobs, leaving me all horny and screaming inside with disappointment. I know he is just being respectful, but how long are we both going to bare this torture? I want him as bad as he wants me. How long can we contain ourselves? Honestly, I am craving for him terribly.

“Andy? Angel might walk in on us.” I say, and he breathes out a sigh of frustration. I turn around in his arms and kiss him on the lips. These lips that I never get tired of kissing. “You can bend me over some other time when your daughter is not around. For now, help me carry the breakfast to the table, naughty boy!” I flirt, and he smirks, his eyes darkening. When looks this devilish, he is up to some sexy mischief. “What are you thinking?” I ask, because this devilish smirk is nowhere close to being innocent.

“Nothing.” He winks, and matches out with a smile on his face, while I am left here flabbergasted. Is the thought of him bending me over that exciting?

I carry my tray of three cups and the chicken pies I made for breakfast, and walk out. This guy takes so much pleasure in messing with me.

“Sorry, princess. Auntie took so long but I prepared something delicious to keep you energized throughout the day.” I say to Angel at the dining area.

“Mhh, it smells so good. I want to taste it already, aunt.” She says with a big smile on her face.

“Alright, here.” I give her one pie. “Be careful. It’s still hot.” She starts to blow it, and I smile. I always want to see her happy and contented. “Ahh, Angel? Where is daddy?” I thought he was here with his daughter because he was fully dressed up for work. Where did he disappear to?

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That’s his voice from behind.

I turn around to see him walking to the dining table in a short and a T-shirt and saddles. Wasn’t he in a blue suit a few minutes ago ready for work? What’s the heck with the mischief this early morning, huh?

“Daddy? Why did you change your clothes?”

Thank you Angel for asking him on my behalf. I also need to know.

“Well, because daddy just decided to stay home today. I will take you to school, then I will come and rest,” he throws a very quick prankish glance at me, “then daddy will pick you up from school in the evening and we will play your favourite games until you get tired. How does that sound, princess?”

“Super duper cool, daddy. I love that.” She says excitedly bubbles, strutting from her seat to hug her father. He perches on his chair right beside me with the bubbly doll in his arms. She must be missing some bonding time with her father. I am glad he can sacrifice this much for her. However, I sense there is something more to this “stay at home” haste decision of his.

“And tomorrow, we will spend the whole day at our favourite park. I haven’t taken you there for a while now.”

“Yay!” She shouts again, kneeling on her daddy’s lap and kissing him on both cheeks. “Can auntie Ania come with us?” She asks.

“Of course, she will come with us.” She looks at me with a smile, and I give her a reassuring smile too.

“Now finish the breakfast fast so that you won’t be late for school, okay?”

“Yes, daddy.” He showers her with kisses before she walks back to her seat, munching on the chicken pie and taking her juice.

Why do I smell something fishy here, Andy? You are up to something, and I feel like pinching your nose or slapping your butt because you are not telling me what you are up to. It’s unlike you to just decide to abandon your work like that.

I serve him and myself breakfast and we eat in silence.

After we are done, as usual, I scoop Angel in my arms for a hug, her small hands wrapping around my neck. She has gained a lot of weight lately. I close my eyes, only to be surprised by Andy’s lips on mine. His hand is resting on my armpit, his thumb caressing the base of my breast. I kiss him back softly to avoid alerting the innocent Angel in my arms.

This makes me reminisce about the first day we kissed. It was on this same spot, the same position. The little girl was still in my arms that same morning.

“I want you.”

I don’t know if I read it correctly from his lips, but that is what I made out of his whisper that wasn’t meant to be any louder. He wants me? But he already has me!

I pull Angel away from the hug that took longer than it was intended, courtesy of this handsome jerk here. They walk out, and I go to clear the table and clean the dishes.

So, Andy is coming back after dropping Angel to school? We are going to have this humongous mansion all to ourselves the whole day. My! That thought alone made my cheeks heat up. I’m in already in heat. Cha!

It will be our first time since we became a couple to spend some time alone. It has to be special, right? How can I spice it up? How about a romantic movie or a series like, “If Loving You Is Wrong”, or “oval”? Or better still, the recent series, “colossal love”? It’s so dark, full of romance and everything about sex.

Darn! What if we watch all that and he ends up not touching me? I will die of disappointment and desire.

What do couples do on first dates, huh? Maybe I should google that. Heck! Fuck this anxiety!