The Alluring Billionaire's Obsession

chapter1.10

He got into the lift, I walked along the little corridor and got in. The kitchen was clearly visible on my right and I couldn't miss it. A delicious smell was coming from it, which smelt so good, sweet Jesus. When I got in, I saw a lady in her sixties. She looked really busy here and there.

- I have no idea what you're cooking, but it smells delicious.

- Thank you, Carla,’ she said as she turned round with a kind smile on her face, ’you know the kind of smile that tells you straight away that she's a beautiful person, just by looking at her, she had a radiant face despite the few wrinkles on her forehead and the small lines forming at the corners of her eyes, which closed automatically when she laughed, she must have been Asian

- I'm starving

- I can imagine. Good evening Carla. Would you like to have breakfast now, or would you like me to prepare something special for you?

- Thank you, good evening Marta. Sorry, I forgot the rules of politeness. I'm so hungry

- I understand now, it's the borsch that's simmering. It's a Ukrainian meal that Mr. likes to eat, but it takes a while to be ready.

- It doesn't matter, I'll have the full breakfast then. Thank you

- You can sit out on the terrace, the view is magnificent, and a little sun will do you good, you'll see.

- thank you Marta

I went out and sat down on the terrace she'd indicated to me a few seconds earlier, and it did indeed do me a world of good - the view was splendid, and the sun was starting to set. I'd never had the chance to see the sunset so close. I was so excited. What had I got myself into with Apollon, how had he managed to find me, and this business of belonging to him, what did it commit me to? I was delighted, of course, to be able to have in some way the man I'd been watching and longing for months. It was certainly a dream come true, but to be able to rejoice in it, I had to know what his proposal committed me to.

The breakfast Marta had brought me was a pure delight, even though I only knew half of what was in it. The culinary adventurer in me was delighted to taste everything. I ate so much that I felt ten kilos heavier. I didn't know my stomach could hold so much food. I was lying in the room where I'd spent the night. I took another shower. I felt fine. I was waiting patiently for Apollo to return so that he could explain to me in more detail what he wanted from me. In any case, I'll accept whatever he proposes, and it'll last as long as it lasts, but I'll make the most of every second.

- Carla, can I come in? It was the voice of Apollon, and I sat up on the bed to try and fix my appearance, although it was no use.

- Yes, you can come in

- Good evening Carla, how was your day? He said as he entered the room.

- The end of my day, you mean, I wouldn't say good or bad. I spent the rest of my day wondering what your proposal entailed and how I would explain myself to Anthony or the Prince if I wasn't able to comply with your request.

- You're not going back to that hole,’ he said curtly, ’I've got the impression that you like to play the w***e with all those dirty customers, so granting my request won't go over your head either, you've got everything to gain.

- Where are my clothes,’ I said, getting up and looking around the room and at my phone. ’I'm not here to be insulted.

- Carla, sit down.

- No, you're not.

- I... said... Sit the hell down... he said this time, detaching each syllable, his black orbs resting on me. He looked massive all of a sudden. I hadn't noticed it earlier.

-You can even spell if you want. I asked you where my things are. I'm not giving you the right to insult me.

- Fine. I'm sorry about my choice of words, Carla. Sorry for my choice of words, Carla, but no matter what adjective I use, the facts remain the same. Anyway, we're not going to dwell on the subject. Let's talk like grown-ups, are you at least?

- Thank you for your apology, and please be careful with your choice of words. I don't know what image you have of me and to tell you the truth, I don't give a damn, but I'm not going to put up with any excuses or disparagement of my person.

- Tiss replied to my previous swearword

- But I won't put up with any insults from you or Captain Biceps,’ I said, referring to his bodyguard, ’so if you want everything to go well for both of us, don't let it happen again, because my reaction will be quite different.

- So long, he says, brushing aside my remark with a vague wave of his hand. So, you want us to talk standing up?

- And you don't sit down,’ I said, taking a seat on the bed and crossing my legs as if I were meditating.

- Is this a disguised invitation to join you in bed? Carla,’ he said, taking a step towards the bed. It's still too early for that kind of invitation, don't you think?

- I don't think so. I replied automatically. I mean... I wouldn't be against it... although I don't know what I'm getting into, I don't feel the need to refuse you anything. I added, a little embarrassed, curiously with him, I spoke before thinking.

- Don't worry, even though I know nothing about your experiences, I can assure you that you're not yet ready for me.

- So be it. I'm not going to fool myself. I know you're not courting me and that you're proposing another type of relationship to me is exactly what it is.

- The fact that you know I'm not proposing a loving relationship is a good thing. I'm not going to forbid you from having feelings for me. It could happen over the long term. However, I can assure you that there will never be anything like that between us. You can take my word for it.

- Okay, I understand or say the fact that we can't control our feelings. I don't think that heartache is a fatal disease.

- All illnesses are fatal. I suppose you meant incurable. In any case, make no mistake, heartbreak has already killed more than one person, whether directly or indirectly. But that's not the point...

- Why are you talking about death? Are you going to kill me?

- Tsss don't interrupt me when I'm talking, he says dryly. So beautiful, but with no manners. ' As I was about to add,’ he said, looking at me, ’you'll certainly get over it...

- Or you will too. It's not just about me.

- Tss, I said not to interrupt me, are you always this stubborn? Carla

- No, take it personally. I say, challenging him with my eyes.

- Don't worry, it won't last, you'll soon learn on your own like a big girl. But, to answer your last question, don't take your dreams for reality. This isn't a written or visual romance; I've had enough experience not to end up falling in love with you. And, daring me with my eyes to interrupt him again, I've done some research on you and I know that you're practically alone in the world, which is just as well, because I'm just passing through here in South Africa. I've only got two weeks left. I'm traveling a lot and I have needs to satisfy, which is where you come in.

- But I don't have a passport to leave the country, so if

- Listen! I haven't finished talking yet, you're listening to me, and when are you going to ask your f*****g questions? I've finished. It's not polite to interrupt people, didn't your mum teach you that?

- Such a beautiful mouth shouldn't be saying obscenities like ‘whores’ and, just so you know, you've just interrupted me too. Didn't your mum teach you good manners ? I said, challenging him with my eyes once more.

- Just listen to me, and I'll answer all your questions in the meantime. As I was saying earlier, you'll go wherever I go, and I'll take care of all your travel arrangements, but it's a fixed-term contract. At the end of six months, I'll give you back your freedom, settle you in the country of your choice if you want to continue your studies. I'll pay for it, and I'll also offer you a home and a well-stocked bank account for at least the next six years, and I'll help you find a job. But, in exchange, you'll have to satisfy all my s****l desires - nothing twisted, of course, and nothing you won't like, either.