The Alluring Billionaire's Obsession

chapter1.4

For nearly six weeks, every Friday and Saturday, I'd be groped, and every Sunday, I'd go to Sandton where a routine was set up between Apollo and me, him smoking his cigarette, leaning against his vehicle and me a few meters away looking at him from the other side of the road imagining myself in the place of his cigarette, him watching me from time to time and me taking advantage of these moments to be able to engrave every detail of the morphology of his face in my mind, if I had been good at drawing, I would have represented it a million times on paper so as never to forget anything of what I was seeing. I could almost say that I mastered every contraction of his muscles every time he raised his cigarette to his lips, the ten seconds he took to inhale or the minute he let pass before bringing the cigarette back to his lips, and I loved it, but the more time passed the more I wanted more of him, I wanted all of him, no matter how or at what cost, I'd do anything to have him, even if it was just a touch ‘ it wasn't enough for me to look at him from afar or wave at him when it was time for mass before rushing off to the cathedral without seeing his reaction to my wave for fear of disillusionment. . I wanted to know the length of her nose, the thickness of her lips, the alignment of her teeth, the color of her irises, the depth of her eyes, the thickness of her marigolds, the length of her eyelashes and even the softness of her skin or the thickness of her flesh. Yet, unfortunately for me, since I'd made up my mind to approach him, I'd never seen him again. I'd been going there for three Sundays, but there was no sign of him. I felt sad and empty, he'd canceled out the monotony of my existence. However, it was too good to be true, and what's more, I couldn't say that I'd really done it. It was the first time in my life that I'd wanted something so much. I can't really say whether deep down I'm a bold woman or not. I've never found myself in a situation where I needed to show my boldness. Still, I was disappointed. I had really hoped, I don't know what exactly, but I would have given it a go. That Sunday, I didn't go back to the cathedral now that my mirage, Monsieur Apollon, had disappeared from view. I'm going back to my routine of one Sunday a month, feeling a lack, because in a way I'd found, no, I'd rather say I'd found a reason to live, because I'd done it on my own, I'd made him the very essence of my existence, seeing him again on Sundays motivated my week, I think I needed it, because I hadn't realized how much I needed him. I didn't really live, I just followed the flow. I had no real reason to get up in the morning, except to keep myself alive, because apart from my two jobs which allowed me to earn money to feed myself and avoid walking around in Adam and Eve, clothes, in the backstreets of Motsoaledi, my existence was summed up by exactly three people Ane Anthony and Prince the owner of the green. I think that, in total, there are about 5 or 6 waiters at the Green, but apart from Ane, I don't know the first names of anyone else, and I can't even say exactly how many girls or boys there are, on average, as waiters at the Green. As for the family, after Mum's funeral everyone left as they had come. I think they even came just to complete the formalities, some of them mourning my fate, because according to them, since my mother had isolated herself from the family, and they didn't know me, they couldn't take care of me. Others thought it was well done for my mother, as she hadn't wanted to abandon me or abort me on the pretext that she would look after me, but in the end she wasn't able to do so and abandoned me a few years later.

I didn't even have the strength to answer them because I was mourning my mother and everything, so their hypocritical words and thoughts were the least of my worries. To top it all off, I don't know whether I should change my lifestyle to become more sociable and enjoy life or whether I should continue to be the figurehead of my own existence while waiting for my dear, sweet reaper. With these thoughts, I closed the doors of the secretariat and went home to rest up for The Green. On the other hand, I promised myself I'd earn enough money so that one day, when I was dreaming of becoming an Apollo, I could take him out to dinner and tell him what I thought of him, no matter what the cost. When I arrived at The Green Ane rushed towards me all excited with a broad smile, not being in a festive mood, I stopped in the center of the room with a neutral face waiting patiently for her to join me and tell me what she had to say.

- My favorite human, Lilie, get ready to thank me because I've got something for you!

- Oh yes, I said, looking sheepish and not understanding at all what she was getting at.

- Yes! She said, leading me towards the changing rooms, Let's go away from eavesdroppers," she continued, as cheerful as ever.

When we got to the changing room, she smiled broadly and said

- So I was saying, I've got a way for you to earn sixty thousand rand in one evening.

- Are you serious? What do I have to do? It's a lot.

- Oh yes, you can say that

- And what do I have to do to get that kind of money?

- Aren't you exaggerating a bit? She laughs

- Maybe for you, it's not much, but for me, it's a lot.

I said, already seeing all the things I could do with that money.

- as I was saying earlier, a client approached me and asked me to speak to you on his behalf. In fact, he needs your services.

- My services in what field? You know that with the two jobs I'm doing at the same time, it's not easy for me to take on a third job

- Who said anything about a third job?

- You said he needed my services

- Yes, but it's not about a job, he just wants you to make him come with your pretty lips.

- My mouth? How can I make him come through my mouth? It doesn't make sense.

- Are you serious, my lielie? Don't you know what a blow job is?

- pipe? like people used to smoke in the old days. How could that make him come?

- Tell me it's a joke, but in that case, how do you make your boyfriend come? You've already had one, haven't you?