The Alluring Billionaire's Obsession

chapter1.2

Once I was ready for mass, I took a cab, one of the rare pleasures I indulged in. I loved going to Sandton because of the Apollons, there were all types, white, black, mixed race, each one richer than the next, in beautiful cars wearing beautiful clothes. Sometimes it would break my heart to see them accompanied by beautiful women, well-dressed, well-coiffed, manicured nails, make-up faces, false eyelashes and all the other trappings that made them more beautiful than each other, but it never took away from my pleasure in admiring the beautiful specimens and their pretty buttocks.

-Johannesburg, Christ The King Catholic Church, please.

I said to the driver as I took my seat in the cab I'd ordered via the app, wearing my pale yellow dress, sandals and small handbag, my long frizzy hair pulled up into a strict bun that highlighted my small face, cheekbones, big black eyes and tiny red mouth. I watched the city go by, my head turned towards the window, my right hand resting under my chin as if to support my head, which didn't look like it weighed much. I could see the scenery change from dilapidated buildings to well-built, almost perfect architecture as we moved along the city streets. I could already make out the handsome males with their well-sculpted callipygian charms, surely the result of gym sessions, pacing up and down the city streets, I suppose in Sunday jogging mode, and a huge smile immediately invaded my face. I was already licking my lips at the thought of all those I'd be chewing on the way home from church - I don't know if I'd call myself a pyrophile, but I liked to see the attractive backsides of men in their jogging suits or jeans or tuxedo pants.

The cab parked at the entrance to the church, I paid my commission and got out, looking at the time on my smartphone which I put on silent. I realized I was thirty minutes early and decided to go and sit on a public bench right next to the church, about a meter further on, just opposite, was a gym, and judging by the quality of the building I could see, I'd deduce that a workout in this gym was worth five or even ten times my monthly salary. My doubts were confirmed when I saw a very large black car with smoked windows drive through me to park just outside the building's parking lot, and when the passenger-side rear door opened, my heart missed a beat, no, I think it literally fell into my stomach, out stepped a handsome man dressed in immaculate white cotton jogging shorts and a white t-shirt, probably 1.95 m tall or even two, so tall you'd think he'd touch the sky if he raised his hand, with hair as black as ebony, lush and shiny from where I was standing, I couldn't see his hairstyle very well. . However, it looked impeccable, so he opened the rear trunk of his vehicle and took out a bag, which he handed to a man I assumed to be his chauffeur, dressed to the nines in a black suit with big muscles, who immediately headed for the club entrance with a slight nod of his head. The Apollon leaned back on his vehicle and, in a well-calculated movement, brought his hand up to his lips and then away from them, before tilting his head skywards and spitting out a cloud of smoke. I stared at him, watching him as if obsessed by his slow movements and calculating posture, from which emanated an aura of danger, power and strength. I was probably overdoing it, but this man had captured more than just my attention. I'd go so far as to say my entire being, and on his third bite he turned his head towards me as if he'd felt the weight of my gaze on him, so I turned my head the other way in shame and hurriedly closed my mouth with an unpleasantly dry sensation in my throat. How long had I kept my mouth open watching him? I immediately wiped the corner of my mouth for fear of having drooled. Had he really felt my gaze on him? I turned my gaze towards him again, his head was now turned towards me while continuing to smoke his cigarette. From where I was-I couldn't make out the features of his face or tell if he was actually looking at me, or if he was just looking at the landscape to his right. Maybe he hadn't even noticed my presence. But I only had eyes on him, admiring his milky skin that left no doubt that he knew very little about the sun, his every gesture seemed so controlled, I can't describe how long I watched him, but the alarm on my phone signaled that it was already time for me to go and praise God, and thank him for having allowed me to meet Apollo; with him alone, I'd already filled my monthly quota for admiring nature's masterpieces.

On my way home, I was driving through the streets of the city and the other men I saw in the city seemed quite bland compared to Apollo. Unfortunately, when I left mass, I didn't see his car anymore. I was quite disappointed. During the whole mass my thoughts were all turned towards him, I wasn't concentrating, I even regretted not having stayed outside to watch him until he left - it would have been the same thing again, because I was only physically present in the church, all my thoughts were turned towards him, as if he'd sucked out my spirit, soul and body with every drag of his cigarette. I continued to wander the streets of Sandton until my belly screamed hunger, I went to a supermarket for a snack, then when the sun began to decline, I took a cab back to the reality from which I had escaped, my reality.

My week began, and the routine resumed at the secretariat in the morning and at the green in the evening, given that it was the end of the month, I was really saturated, especially at the secretariat, where the typing and photocopying had gone up a notch, no doubt due to the end-of-year reports in the various surrounding structures. Although exhausting for me, it was very fruitful for Anthony the owner, who had a smile plastered on his face all week long every time a new customer crossed the secretariat's threshold, He'd greet them with a smile and give them a deadline, superbly ignoring my sighs of discontent due to the all-too-short time he gave me to finish the pile of work that kept piling up on my table. I didn't get any breaks, and even the little time I had when I finished at the secretariat to go home and wash up before going to the green, I didn't have anymore, so I'd get to the green before refreshing my face. The green, and to think that over there was worse, people came to squander their meager salaries in this club just for the pleasure of drinking alcohol in noisy surroundings while seeing young damsels walking around kissing asses. The work was even harder. I didn't have a minute to myself, circulating between the tables either with my notebook to take orders, or with a tray to serve the customers. Unlike Ane who, thanks to her generous curves, was offered beers that she converted into cash, not to mention the multiple tips that were stuffed into her bra, especially as she knew how to tease, she felt comfortable in her body. I think, thanks to her highly developed and super-active sexuality, she really had confidence in herself, which enabled her to strut royally among the tables, letting herself be touched and sometimes even accepting one-night stands from certain customers in the VIP area, which multiplied her assets. I'm almost certain that his salary is only a tiny fraction of what the green earns him each month, unlike me, who earns very little. I'm not comfortable in my work clothes, so I don't let myself be pawed. I'm more focused on trying to get touched as little as possible, while remaining polite, because the slightest complaint from a customer would make the prince feel fatal, and could even cut his monthly salary in half.

Although the customers didn't like me very much, it was hard for them to find grounds for complaint against me, and besides, my looks had nothing for their peers, so I don't think my attitude bothered them that much.