THE BLIND BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 8

FABIAN went to bed early last night. However, he woke up at an odd hour because he dreamed about his parents. He saw how beautiful their smiles were in his dream, and it pained him even more. In reality, he knew he wouldn't see those smiles anymore because of him.

Three weeks ago, that evening, Fabian got drunk because his long-time girlfriend, Irene, broke up with him as she no longer had time for him and had found another boyfriend. Fabian's heart was shattered, so he resorted to drinking. He went to Irene's house to talk to her. However, being intoxicated, his parents tried to stop him from doing so. But he wouldn't be deterred. He insisted on speaking to Irene. So, his parents accompanied him to Irene's house because he wouldn't back down. Unexpectedly, they got into an accident, and he lost his parents.

His girlfriend left him, and now his parents are gone.

He blamed himself for what happened.

Since the accident a few weeks ago, Fabian chose to isolate himself in his room. The happy version of himself disappeared, and his heart was now filled with anger towards himself.

Despite inheriting vast properties and wealth from his parents, including their company, Iglesias Cargo Express, which he also turned his back on, leaving his cousin Storm in charge.

Fabian was not happy. He shut himself in his room and created his own world there. It was true that he struggled to walk now because his legs were injured in the accident. But it wasn't true that he was blind.

He only claimed to be blind to his azure eyes because he wanted to turn away from the reality of his life. He didn't want to be reminded every time he faced the mirror that his parents were gone partly because of him.

Fabian didn't want to ask for help from others. He disliked having someone support him, and no personal assistant lasted long with him. In the weeks following his accident and discharge from the hospital, he went through several personal assistants who didn't stay because he often shouted and treated them poorly.

Having someone support him only reminded him more of the accident that happened.

Why couldn't it have been Fabian who died instead? The doctor even said it was a miracle he survived the accident, while his parents in the backseat of the car lost their lives.

"Enough! Damn it!" he angrily uttered to himself after dreaming about his parents.

He got up from bed and smashed the things he could see. Eventually, he broke down in tears and sat at the foot of the bed.

Right then, the door opened, and his personal assistant, Regina, walked in. She suddenly hugged him, calming him down until Fabian fell asleep in her arms.

The next morning, Fabian woke up feeling as if something weighed heavily on him. He furrowed his brow and slowly opened his eyes, only to see his personal assistant lying beside him on the bed's foot.

Aside from her embrace, he immediately stood up and averted his gaze upon noticing she was undressed and had nothing on her body.

Fabian swallowed hard. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What happened? Why is that woman here?" he whispered to himself, walking slowly towards the sofa.

He sat down and massaged his temples as he recalled last night. Fabian tried not to look at his assistant's naked body, but he couldn't help it.

Against his will, his gaze involuntarily turned towards her, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her breast.

He exhaled sharply and shook his head. Despite feeling miserable about life after the accident, he never expected to still be affected by such desires.

Fabian closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. Soon, he heard Regina waking up.

He opened his eyes and turned towards her position. There he saw her standing, revealing her fully naked body.

He couldn't understand his feelings at that moment, especially when he instructed her to leave. However, instead of walking out the door, Regina approached him and sat at the table in front of him.

"What do you want to eat for breakfast, Fabian?" Regina asked in a normal tone, as if she wasn't naked at all.

Fabian adjusted his sitting position and furrowed his eyebrows.

He pondered on how his personal assistant would feel if she found out he wasn't actually blind. Surely, she would be embarrassed as she was still in front of him, completely undressed, except for the towel in her right hand.

If the employees at Iglesias Mansion didn't know he was blind, he'd think she was seducing him.

He remembered when Regina, on her first day as his personal assistant, he woke up to find her making the bed. From his vantage point, she was bent slightly, causing her skirt to ride up. Fabian could clearly see her panties. Yesterday, she brushed against his member. She also positioned herself between his legs while he was getting dressed, her breasts almost touching his lips. And now, she stood before him completely nude.

Fabian couldn't deny that he couldn't help but be attracted to her body. Regina had a curvaceous figure with a small waist. Her ample breasts caught attention. Her skin was neither fair nor dark but incredibly smooth.

He cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. "Why are you still here? Didn't I already ask you to leave," he pretended to say gruffly. But he couldn't help but stare at her body.

She's sexy, and she's hot. Fabian thought about how it would feel to trail his lips over her entire body. Especially between her thighs.

"I was just asking what you'd like for breakfast. Maybe there's something specific you want to eat," Regina replied before modestly wrapping the towel around her body.

Fabian furrowed his brow. Why did she immediately cover her body? He was still enjoying the view.

"I want watermelon and bread. The big one," Fabian said, not sure why those words came out of his mouth.

"Okay. Understood. I'll bring the watermelon and bread here in a bit. Goodbye, Fabian. I'll be back soon," Regina said as she walked past him.

Fabian watched her leave. He couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw how pronounced her rear was, even with the towel covering it.

"f**k!" He whispered to himself. He knew he really needed a cold shower.

As soon as Regina left, Fabian hurried to the bathroom, removed his boxer briefs, and released his already hardened member.

He imagined it was Regina's hand, moving faster and faster. While his mouth was on her breast, sucking, licking and kissing her n****e. Meanwhile, his hand was at her femininity, inserting and withdrawing three of his fingers. He wondered how tight Regina's femininity was.

At the same time, Fabian groaned. "f**k! Ugh!"

He was catching his breath. After a few moments, he reached his peak. Some of his release splattered against the wall.

He stared at it. This was the first time he desired another woman apart from his ex-girlfriend, Irene.

One of the things that calms Fabian whenever he has a nightmare is m**********g. It helps him fall into a deep sleep afterwards. He knows it's weird, but that's just how he is. Also, it's been a while since he had s*x. The last time was before Irene broke up with him. Now, his hand is his only comfort.

But now, he wants to punish himself because he can't believe he suddenly desired his personal assistant.

He wants her in his bed.

***

WHEN Regina entered her room on the second floor, she just shook her head. It was puzzling. She didn't want to doubt, especially when there was no reason for such thoughts. But she always felt like her gaze met with Fabian. This wasn't the first time it happened. It had occurred several times before. She also felt like he was staring at her body earlier.

However, she knew it was impossible. She knew Fabian was blind. Otherwise, Auntie Davie wouldn't have hired her as Fabian's personal assistant.

Now, she was thankful that Fabian's blue eyes couldn't see because it would have been embarrassing after what happened earlier. Her body was exposed in front of him. She didn't know how Fabian would react upon seeing her body. He might think differently. He might even fire her.

Regina sighed and chose to ignore the matter.

She took a shower, got dressed, then headed down to the kitchen to prepare her boss's requested breakfast.

"Good morning," Auntie Davie greeted her. She was busy in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Auntie," Regina replied, unable to hold back the events of last night when Fabian suddenly smashed things and cried. She told everything except that she had slept in Fabian's room and woke up undressed the next day. She was also flustered last night, which is why she couldn't dress immediately.

"In the many assistants who have come and gone through Fabian, you are the only one who has been able to calm him down whenever he breaks down. Compared to before, Fabian's crying is intense. The psychologist has been a tremendous help to him as well. And of course, it's thanks to you, Regina. Thank you so much, I can see that you care about your job, even though you're new. I can see that you're concerned about Fabian," Auntie Davie remarked.

Regina just smiled at Auntie Davie in response.

Afterward, she bid farewell and headed to Fabian's room carrying the requested watermelon and bread.

Upon entering, she found Fabian sitting on the bed. It was evident that he had just taken a shower as his hair was still wet. But like before, he was wearing only boxer briefs.

"Hi!" Regina greeted. "Here's your breakfast. There's milk to go with it," she said.

Fabian remained silent. He was facing in Regina's direction, making her feel like he was looking at her.

"Fabian? Should I feed you?" she asked.

"No. Come here first, Lady. Dress me up," he said to her.

"Sure!" she quickly replied. "I'll get your clothes and pants from the closet," she said, heading to the closet to retrieve his attire.

Afterward, she approached Fabian, who was still seated at the edge of the bed. His legs are slightly apart, allowing Regina to see the bulge between them.

"I will dress you," she said as she approached. "Raise your two arms—" she began but suddenly paused when Fabian grabbed her waist, pulling her closer towards him, causing her to end up between his legs.

Regina's eyes widened. She couldn't help but squirm when she felt Fabian's hand on her waist.

"F-Fabian," she stammered as she also felt him subtly squeeze there. The ticklish sensation she felt descended between her legs.

"Come closer to me. You're so far. How can you dress me like that?" Fabian said to her. Both his hands moved up to her side and paused near the bottom of her breast.

Regina swallowed hard. Her knees turned weak. What was happening? Why does it feel like this blind billionaire is flirting with her right in front of her? Or is her desire for him so intense that she's even attributing meaning to simple actions?