FALLING FOR THE MARRIED BILLIONAIRE.

CAVES AND RECALLS.

[ETHANS'S POV]

Inside his cave, it embodied a dense, mixed with a low feeling of solitude as always, just how he wanted it. There was a brief send-off of dust as he upheld the white clothing he used to cover his favorite work, the mural of what he called 'Papa dilemma'. He gulped down the leftover open glass of vodka he left on the small table besides papa dilemma, from his previous visit and sat on the rotating chair in front of it. Not too long after he was settled and losing his vision on his impeccable creation, he remembered that he had forgotten to initiate something. He rose up and went to the task.

The stereo functioned on and a gassy sound of Marvin Gaye's s****l healing began to play and it only soothed his dying soul. Armed with a refill of vodka in his right hand and a sparked cigarette butt, Ethan Boseman sprang into action. With his hands dancing around in the air, he flung his body in medium dance movements. It was likened to the melody of the song that played, he was in his zone and element.

As time elapsed, my Tennessee mountain home by Dolly Parton had its fair share of audience, and Ethan was far driven under the influence of alcohol but sewed sharply between the lines of his now mental and emotional state, causing him to flow effortlessly within a monument of euphoria. A loud outburst of laughter came out of nowhere as he danced closer to papa dilemma and extended a token of mineral to the abstract painting. His aim was to share his drink with it. Obviously, there was no reply and Ethan danced intensely as he circled the painting, singing as loudly as he could and having sources of alcohol spill from his mouth.

After 45 minutes, after Ethan's charade, he had emptied one pack of cigarettes and had finished an entire bottle of vodka, although he had far indulged himself in his new lifestyle, he was still who he once was before the tragic incidence that later lead to his father dying. He was still a softie, he was still a papa's boy. He fell slowly to the ground and drifted inside a deep sleep.

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Lori gestured intensely into the blank cheque as she sat at the dinner table, her food watching her instead of going into her mouth.

'' 5000 dollars would be perfect. '' Her mother, Ines, sat opposite her, stationed with her meal.

'' don't be greedy mom, I'm only working on Sundays, four times a month. That's too much. '' Lori stated.

'' Ah, '' Ines cracked, '' She's wealthy, you saw how neatly she was dressed and her daughter wore expensive jewelry too. ''

Her mother now sounded astray, like she was trying to pound her employer, Caitlyn, based on her logistics. Lori chuckled, '' Mom, stop. I can't have myself look like a looter, whatever amount I place here, it has to be what I'm worth. ''

'' Get outta here, '' Ines brushed, '' You won the cook-off with a broken down key ingredient, that is massive. ''

'' 2000 dollars a month, maybe? I dunno, I'll ask Johnny. '' She had finally remembered her food.

That made Ines think of something, '' Beth__

'' f**k, '' Lori instantly got the memo.

'' Tell me how it's gonna be, I know there will be drama. '' Ines posed for intel.

Lori felt that it was safer and less bulky to keep Beth's insane confrontation with her classified, for both their sakes. '' No dramas, Johnny specifically said so. '' She was rounding up her dinner.

'' Well, tell him to talk to that foolish girl, she is the one I'm worried about__

Lori arose and proceeded to wash'' her dirty dish, '' Leave it, go get some rest. Still going to sunnyside tomorrow for the clothes? ''

Lori lightened, '' Thanks, and yep! not like i have a choice, Sunnyside is cheap. ''

'' Clay Dunbar__

The mention of that name placed a halt to Lori's movement, '' He liked my i********: post. ''

Lori could already feel her heart slightly pounding, '' So? '' She wanted to hear the endgame and the essence of it.

'' Also liked my f*******: picture last month, ''

Lori stood uncomfortable as ever as she would not rather fall back into her before anguish. A thought flew past her, '' f**k mom, don't tell me you messaged him, I told you to block him. ''

'' Relax, '' Ines stood and walked over to the kitchen sink, '' I did no such thing. ''

**********

'' Thanks Johnny, you're the best. '' Lori retorted as she stood at the long line at sunnyside, '' When I let her know about my decision, I'll let you know, bye. '' She clicked her phone off and basked in the importance of her bestie, Johnny.

She had asked him about the desired amount to place and he'd told her 3500 dollars, aligned with reasonable backup to go with it. And exactly that she would do. Johnny was a reliable source, plus 3500 dollars was a good amount of cash. She would forge a stoic and confident form when disclosing her decision to Caitlyn as Johnny had ordered.

The line was progressing softly, there were mostly young girls like herself and middle-aged women with female children around the age of 4-12, since it was a feminine-inclined shop. Lori had thoughts of her new job, how her first day, which was tomorrow, how she would be and to deal properly with the underlying situation. She didn't let the brief thoughts of Ethan slip past her mind. He was a goodlooking man. She wasn't going to lie, but based on their previous altercations at the masked party and being a newbie in the business, she didn't want to be seen going on lunches with her subordinate, who happened to be the boss's brother.

'' Next, ''

Lori followed suit and advanced forward as the person in front of her made room. A baritone voice echoed her name behind her. Which made her go static. She turned with the flow and saw her worst nightmare standing behind her with a British-looking child, around the age of 9-11. It was none other than the ointment from her afflicted past, Clay Dunbar.