LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

“Hey!” He whispers whilst on top of me, and I stroke his cheek to let him know that I can hear him. “I will feel like a complete jerk if you don’t look at me.” I know I have called him a jerk several times, I also don’t know how it feels to be a jerk, but I know that it isn’t a good feeling at all. I don’t want him to feel anything like that after pleasuring so much yet preserving my purity. How is that even possible? He is such a pleasure. I never knew something like that really exists until a while ago. I gather the little courage and strength left in me after all the trembling and moaning, and I open my eyes, meeting his. “Tell me you are okay?” He asks the moment my eyes meet his, and I slowly nod which makes him smile.

“Are you okay?” I ask as my hand drops slowly to his chin, caressing his lower lip with my thumb.

He looks at me without saying anything, then he leans and gives me one last kiss which I welcome gladly.

“Thank you.” He hums.

I show him the most beautiful smile that I can ever produce albeit blushing. The thought of him being my boss is still taking a toll on me, but I don’t want to entertain it so much right now. I can’t ruin what I just felt simply by feeling shame. I want to savour that moment.

“I should go make you coffee now.” I murmur.

“Relax. We will have coffee later but right now,” he gets down from the bed and continues, “we need to get you changed. You might get a flue if you stay like that.”

Yeah! With all the heat I was getting from being beneath him, I had completely forgotten that he was soaking wet from the rain. Just now that he got off me did I feel the cold. He even made me wet too. Wet, as in, wet!

I sit down, and he lifts me off the bed, and carries me to my room, putting me down at my bathroom door.

“Take a quick shower and come down for coffee. I’ll make it for us today. I hope it turns out like yours. Make sure to wear something warm.” He says.

“Okay.” I say and he gives me another kiss before leaving my room.

I take a very quick shower and dress up, not forgetting to put something warm on top and ankle socks. It’s still raining, and it will probably rain until morning. Damn the cold! I’m still shivering in a hoodie.

Before descending the stairs, I glimpse at Andy’s room, which is directly opposite mine. Today I was in that room with Andy. On his bed. Him on top of me. I at some point dropped all my guards, and I was ready for anything. Anything that that heated moment offered. He could have taken advantage of that, but he didn’t. He kept his promise to restrain himself. No matter how wild the temptation got, he knew exactly when to stop. He is a gentleman.

I tense at the reflection of being in his arms again. Those romantic kisses, how he handled me with care. I still feel the effects of his hands on me. What he made me feel a while ago was so sweet and extremely surreal. It was magical. Would I do it again? Well…

“You miss that room already?” Darn! Andy’s voice startles me from the kitchen door, and my jaw drops to the floor. I did not know I was foolishly smiling thinking about him.

I walk down the stairs, blushing at the thought that he saw me staring at his room, and smiling like a nincompoop, because it would be obvious to him what I was thinking about.

Standing in front of him, a picture of how I was whimpering his name a few minutes ago flickers through my mind. I was half-naked. He saw my naked upper body. He saw what my face looked like while I crazily moaned his name, vibrating wildly while he expertized his magic. I read somewhere that guys like studying the faces of women when they are having sex, especially when they are moaning. I bet he was keenly watching my every facial expression.

My face drops with a heavy frown.

“What is wrong?” He queries, after discovering the frown. He cups my face with his both palms, forcing me to look at him, but I avoid his eyes. “Look at me, Ania.” I force myself to do as he says, and our eyes meet. “What’s the matter?”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“Nothing,” I say in an almost whisper, earning a raised eyebrow from him.

“Why do you waste a lot of energy trying to lie knowing that you suck terribly at it?” He is caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. “You know I don’t buy that. Talk to me. Am I the reason?” His voice is soft, with a tinge of regret in it. I don’t want him to feel bad. Besides, he didn’t force me.

“No, Andy.” I force a smile. “I will feel better after a cup of coffee.” He nods his head albeit unconvinced.

“A kiss or a hug?”

“Huh?”

“Which of the two will wipe off this frown?” He knows me pretty well, huh?

“A hug.”

And he pulls me in for a long tight hug. A tight one that makes me want to spend the night in his embrace. You know me too well Andy. I wish I can know you this much.

“Better now?” He asks, still not pulling away until I answered. “Now you did not lie. I still want to know why your face was like that, but coffee is waiting. Come.”

Instead of taking me to the kitchen where we normally have our coffee, he puts his hand around my shoulders and guides me to the sitting room, where a flask of coffee is sitting on the table and two mugs, the ones we normally use for Coffee. He takes the remote control and rewinds the ongoing series on the television.

Teen wolves? This is the first series I watched about wolves and vampires, and witches, and I loved it. God, I love this series. It is the one that made me fall in love with the supernatural creatures. It’s the third time I am watching it, and I will watch it over and over again as much as possible.

“You okay with this?” Andy asks.

“Yeah. I love this series. And everything about the supernaturals.” I answer with all honesty.

“Mmh.. makes the two of us then.” I smile at his farfetched reply. When does he ever get to watch them? Never seen him. “Sit.” He says.

I do as he says, while he serves us coffee which I gladly take when he hands me a mug. He then pours himself some, and walks up the stairs to his room, only for me to see him coming back with his duvet.

“To keep you warm.” He says, as he covers me, which I don’t object to.

Between me, who is wearing a hoodie, and him, mighty Andy, who is wearing just a T-shirt and a khaki short, who needs to be under the covers? I roll my eyes and take a sip of my coffee, all in all, appreciative for his thoughtfulness and kind gesture, and I try to concentrate on the movie as he increases the volume.

I was presuming he will settle on any of the other couches, but this guy never ceases to amaze me. He takes his coffee, and gets under the duvet beside me, too close for my preference, our bodies touching. God, please, I don’t want any more seductions tonight! I have had enough! Well, I honestly can’t get enough of that madness, but…

We proceed to sip our coffee in an absolute lull for what feels like a century, seated beside each other like a couple that we will never be, and concentrating on the series, until he finally enunciates, cracking the awkwardness.

“You okay now?”

I withdraw my attention from the screen and I look at him. These eyes of his always have this kind of spark that tends to fix me into them every time I look into them. This dark glow in them that makes them look so deep, like there are secrets hidden behind them. This look that coaxes me to get lost in them. To understand them. To know the secrets they hold. The pain they are probably hiding. But it’s so difficult sometimes, because of how weak they make me.

He winks at me, and I come back to my senses, remembering I was to respond to his question.

“I am good,” I say, draining the remaining coffee. It is around 1 a. m, and still raining like hell, but it’s surprisingly too hot around here, which is why I opt not to have more coffee. “Can I ask you something?” I ask, and he puts his empty mug on the table, adjusting himself on the seat and putting his hand on the backrest of the couch. He nods his head. “It’s personal. Very personal.” I warn him because I don’t want to look like I am intruding on his privacy too much.

“There is nothing much to know about my personal life, but okay. What do you want to know?”

“Can you tell me something about your life? Anythin