Olivia And Mr Billionaire

Chapter Three

I pushed the Ferrari as hard as I could. A driver yelled at me for running the stop sign, which felt exhilarating; the best I felt in hours. I wondered if there was a traffic cop nearby, would they chase me down. I slammed on the accelerator and studied the rearview mirror in wicked anticipation, but I was allowed to go free. Pedestrians wisely refrained from attempting to cross the road when they saw me coming. I'm sure they thought they had me pegged down; "The stereotypical rich white boy who just got a go at daddy's new toy." Maybe up until a few months ago, they would have been right.

Damn it! I missed the exit for my house, but if I switched lanes now, I would get off at the next exit in time for my date with Vanessa. She had been very understanding, giving me all the space I needed. But I knew I was no longer the man she loved. She knew it...I knew it. We were just playing pretend until we reached the inevitable conclusion.

My phone beeped; the notification lit up reminding me of my date with her. I muted it and changed gears, watching the speedometer rise. I headed for the freeway, and I was ready to rage. I hit the accelerator, revving up the engine.

I was moving so fast; the wind almost blew my face off. As I executed crazy turns and bends, a thought came across my mind: this would be the perfect time to simply let go of the wheel and let speed do its job. The truck behind me honked loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts. As the driver blew past, he gave me the middle finger. "Go die at home, you bastard!"

That last part made me laugh, but I took his advice. It was already dark and past the time for my date with Van, instead of going to get her, I went out without her. It wasn't until late that night I got home. Leaving the lights off as I walked into the house. Darkness, my latest friend. I threw my keys on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen to pour myself a drink. "You're late, Ryan," the voice said.

The small light from the refrigerator allowed me to see her sitting on the chair with her legs crossed. Her dark hair was packed tightly in a bun so that all of the perfectly symmetrical features of her face were well-illuminated underneath my kitchen’s flattering fluorescent lighting. She was wearing a short red dress intended to either show her anger or seduce her. Vanessa was calculative with fashion like that.

Disappointment was written clearly across her features. Vanessa was one of those women who made you want to give them the world just because the way they presented themselves demanded it, not necessarily because they deserved it. I took out the bottle of gin and tonic and poured a glass. "Want one?" I asked.

She shook her head no.

I sighed, "I was delayed at the psychologist's office, Van. I'm sorry."

She remained quiet for a minute so that the only sound of the apartment were the c****s the bottles I poured from and my glass made with the countertop. I knew that to Vanessa, that one minute must have felt like a year; she was not the kind to find silent comforting without feeling the need to fill it. Yet, I did not attempt to help her fill this one. I leaned against the kitchen island and took small sips from my drink, looking everywhere but at her. Then she asked in a voice full of heat. "When did we start lying to each other, Ryan? I called the office, and they said you left hours ago."

My nerves grated. "So, you're checking on me like I'm a child? Why don't you guide me to your breasts so that you can mother me just fi-"

"I was worried, Ryan! We all are!" she shouted, interrupting me.

My hands formed an involuntary fist. "Who’s we'?"

"You are not yourself, Ryan,” she said, the heat in her voice reducing so that she now spoke with feigned compassion. “You should extend your vacation time. Come to the Maldives with me."

“No Vanessa, that would not be a vacation for me,” I said dismissively.

She rose slowly from her seat, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way towards me. “Come on Ryan we need this,” she said as her eyes locked on mine. “You’re just stressed.”

“No, Vanessa, it's something else entirely,” I said as I turned away from her to refill my glass.

She continued to approach me. “What is it, Ryan? Talk to me,” she said as she stopped behind me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt her soft hands land gently on my upper back and begin to rub gently. That little gesture would have been good enough to ease my anxiety months ago but it had now reached a new level her touch could no longer manage.

“Vanessa, I don’t think you understand,” I said, throwing the contents of my glass back in one gulp.

“Understand what? Say it, Ryan,” she said softly and then planted a kiss on my back as far she could reach with her height and the platform of her heels. When she got no response, she withdrew from me and took a step back. The heat in her voice returned again. “Okay, I’ll say it to you then, you want to leave me. Is that it?” I could sense the tension radiating off of her. “I have been bending over backward for you Ryan. What the hell do you want from me?”

“That’s just it, Van, I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure this s**t out.” I turned around so that I was facing her and we were barely inches apart.

“Ryan, we can work through this, just come with me to the Maldives. Everything is all set, I’ll take care of you,” she said as she tugged at the buttons on my pants. “Because I know you don’t really want to leave me, that’s the stress talking.” Slowly and while maintaining eye contact, she knelt in front of me and began fondling with my crotch.

“Vanessa, what are you doing? Listen, Van, I’m trying to tell you….” My voice came out flat and unexcited but she did not seem to care.

Her hands moved rapidly to release my member from its confines. Despite myself, the action caused my heart to race and sent an electric shock through me. She ran her fingers up and down the length of my shaft as it grew in her hands. She enveloped it with her soft lips, caressing the length of it with her tongue. For a moment, it felt good enough to blind me to the current situation of things but only for a moment. I grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to her feet. Disappointment and anger were written clearly on her face so I turned away from her. I backed away from her slowly, as annoyed with her as she probably was with me. How dare she think she could just influence my mind and decision with a blowjob.

“You need to leave,” I said as I started to walk away from her.

“Ryan come with me to the Maldives, we can work on our relationship. I still want you in my life. What we need is a vacation, come with me, please!” The desperation in her voice was now clearer than ever.

“No, Van!” I snapped, turning around to see her so that she could see how furious I was becoming. “Don’t you see I’m no longer the man you fell in love with? I’ve changed. How can you be so selfish and blind?

“Ryan, we can work on us on this vacation. Just come with me and I can do whatever you want.”

“No, Vanessa, it is not a vacation. And if you are going to pretend that it is, I don't even know what we are doing anymore."

She staggered back as though I had just slapped her. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Van, don't act as though you didn’t see this coming, we barely even talk to each other? When was the last time I made love to you? You just want to keep up appearances for your family and your friends. But I’m sick of this s**t Van, I’m sick of it!”

The air in the room was taut and it felt like the tension could be cut through with a knife. Vanessa stared at me in silence for a few seconds with a look that told me she understood me even though she did not wish to. After a while, she took a deep breath and grabbed her purse. "You are stressed now. We'll talk about things tomorrow."

"Leave my keys by the door as you leave, it’s over Van," I said, looking directly as I said this so she knew I meant it.

Her reaction was instantaneous. She threw the keys at me. Luckily, she wasn't a good shot or blessed with much up

per body strength, and they landed on the floor. "Bastard!"