The Billionaires Revenge

Uncharted Territories

At 9 years old I learned that the world was not a happy place, it was full of schemes and lies that my parents had created, until one day all of their schemes went too far. I was locked in my room for a month, they were afraid that I would blurt out all of their conversation that night. They would go to parties, laughing as if what they did was normal and humane, but I knew better. As a child I learned how to lie and act around adults, I learned to manipulate situations for my own selfish ways. That tragedy turned me to a stone, a follower and a diligent daughter.

“We need to get back to New York tomorrow, we’ll get marry at the city hall and then we’ll plan when you’ll debut your resurrection to the high society.” Fletcher said as he went his inside his car. That’ll be fun, women at the high society loves drama.

“I need to say goodbye to everyone around here.” I averted my eyes at him, afraid that he might see through me. I grew to love everyone in this town, and I’m afraid that if I go – no, I know that when I leave, I wouldn’t go back.

“Yeah, umm. Alex, thank you.” He patted my shoulder and drove off.

I said good bye to everyone that I know in little green valley the next day, some of them where sad that I was leaving and to be honest I was sad that I was leaving too.

That afternoon Fletcher came and took me to the airport, I watch Little Green Valley disappear as the dove away. I didn’t bring anything with me just like the day that I escaped New York, I left everything the way it is, and I might have also left my soul somewhere in that cottage.

“Do you think that I’ll ever be Kim again?” I asked Fletcher whilst I was looking at the window of his private jet.

“Kim has nothing over Alex, she’s much stronger than you think she is.” Fletcher said while flipping through the folder he’s been reading.

“I hope she is.” I whispered to myself. Fletcher raised his eyes to me, I averted my gaze away from him and continued to look through the window.

“Fletch, when this is all over promise me that you’ll let me go.” the sky was a permanent blue, while clouds around us are floating with ease, as if it was teasing me.

“I promise, but promise me that you’ll help me.” His voice soft, I didn’t dare to look at him afraid that his face might not be the same as his tone.

“I promise.” I said to him in a soft voice.

Fletcher’s PR group spread a rumour that he found the love of his life somewhere in the tropics, The desperate housewives of the upper west side must be upset after hearing the news their probably telling their daughters to put up their A game on the next Annual Sunday Brunch where Fletcher and I would debut our marriage. When we landed in New York that day, we were immediately escorted to a Black SUV, avoiding the paparazzi. We didn’t want to spoil the surprise to my dear old parents. We settled to his Penthouse at the upper west side, I wasn’t happy about the situation but we had to sleep on the same bed until his Real estate agent finds a 2 bedroom penthouse.

Fletch was out like a lightning the moment his head hit the pillow, I was jealous at how peaceful he slept that night – the last time I slept peacefully was back when I was 9, after that I couldn’t sleep a wink until it was 3 in the morning. I watched him as he sleep, thinking how beautiful this man is even when his mouth is wide open and snoring like a pig. I envy him. I walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom. I saw my reflection in the mirror and thought how different I was the last time I was home. My hair black as night, sharply cut to the length of my shoulder, and my eyes, they used to be empty, but now they have this glint. Maybe Fletch was right, I’m not the same Alexandria Walt – I sure as hell don’t want to revert back to that b***h.

“So you’re saying that I have amnesia and that I have no recollection of who I am and what happened to me? We met on Maldives and we fell in love? How good of an actress do you think I am?” I mused at him. As I was strapping on my white Jimmy Choo, I wore a white Philip Lim suit that was altered to perfection to show my curves.

“You better be an Oscar Award winning actress to pull this off.” He didn’t answer me, but he had this playful smile on his face that I like on him. I rolled my eyes at him and fixed his tie, he was smiled at me. His Black Ralph Lauren suit was in perfect contrast to my white wedding suit. He looked at me from head to toe, not even trying to hide how he ogles me while I was fixing his tie.

“Keep doing this and I might not let you go.” He flirted with me.

“Keep dreaming Mr. Kosch. Besides, it’s my duty as your soon to be wife to make you look as handsome as possible.” I playfully patted his cheek and walked away.

“Oh you think I’m handsome.” He caught up with me and held me from my waist as we walk to his car.

“I like looking at beautiful things. It’s such a waste when they’re not appreciated.” I passively said to him. I walked inside the Black SUV, while Fletcher sat beside me and took my hand

“I’ll make sure that you are surrounded by beauty.” He promised at me, he kissed my hand and I smiled at him. I wasn’t attracted to Fletcher in a romantic way but I knew that I could trust him, maybe if I did try to love him I might, but I don’t know how to love. I’ve never felt it before, how can I trust myself to love someone when I have no idea on the concept of love itself. I looked at our joined hands as Fletcher kept a light squeeze, his hands were warm and calloused but it comforted me somehow.

“Ready to be Mrs. Kosch?” he whispered to my ear.

“Do I have a choice.” I playfully said to him. He held my hand as we went inside the City Hall.

Hindash and Gerry, Fletcher’s Assistant and body guard were are only witness that day. When the Mayor announced that we were Mister and Missis Kosch he smiled at us and gestured for us to kiss.

“You may kiss you’re bride Mr. Kosch” he happily said to Fletcher. Fletcher looked at me apologetically and I nodded at him allowing him to violate my lips. He kissed me slowly, the kind of reserved after a first date, but I was greedy I held onto his neck and kissed him properly making him shiver as I traced my tongue to his lower lip. I opened my eyes and smiled at him, while he rapidly blinked at me like I was a different person.

He held on to my hands as we went home to his penthouse that afternoon, a confused look was wavering on his face. I squeezed his hand and c****d my head at the side as I looked at him, he just shook his head and immediately let go my hand.

When we were at the penthouse he went to his study and gently closed the door, he didn’t come out after that. As I was cooking dinner, I worried about him. I’ve never seen him like that before.

I was stirring the pot of vegan curry when I heard the door from his study open, I peered from the counter to see what he was doing but he was walking towards the kitchen and I quickly went back to stirring the pot.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his face irritated from whatever I was doing. I raised a brow at him.

“Cooking. Do I look like I’m making a bomb?” I sarcastically said to him.

“No one ever cooked here before. I usually get take outs.” He settled to the counter.

“Well I’m popping this kitchens cherry then.” I laughed. He looked at me with that confused look on his face again.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, I checked the rice if it was ready and took out two bowls to plate the rice and curry.

“Yeah, I’m just confused I guess –“ he muttered.

I put the bowl of curry in front of him.

“Vegan Curry, Bon appetit” I presented to him, I placed his spoon and napkin to the side of his bowl and I sat next to him at the counter.

“Thanks.” He said and proceeded to eat. I looked at his reaction and smiled as he began enjoying his food.

“You’re vegan?” he asked while chewing. I nodded as I was also chewing.

“This is good. I wouldn’t have thought that this was vegan.” He smiled, and I felt like my stomach turned. I was always complimented with my looks and intelligence, but I was never been complimented with intimate things such as; my cooking. I didn’t know that it felt good to be complimented in this kind of level. After dinner we both got ready for bed. I was wearing his shirt and boxers as I still don’t have clothes other than the wedding suit that his assistant brought to me. I slip into our bed and proceeded to look at Fletcher while he sleeps.

“I know you like to appreciate beauty, but this is creepy.” He opened his eyes. I wasn’t bothered by his comment.

“Am I not allowed to look at my husband while he sleeps?” I tilted my head at him.

He looked at me with same confused gaze again.

“Alex, can we do an experiment?” he asked me.

“What kind of experiment?” I lay down on my stomach and put my hands to my chin.

He moved towards me and kissed me, he rolled me to my back as he kissed me slowly letting his tongue slip into my mouth encouraging me to open for him. His lips were soft and warm, his hands cradled my face as our lips crashes. Eventually we have to stop, he laid his forehead to mine as we both panted, his eyes were closed but his lips held a small smile. I lifted my hands traced his eyes to his lips, fascinated how this man could kiss me like I’ve never been kissed before.

“What’s you’re conclusion?” I asked him. His forehead still on mine, he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“Still needs another set of testing.” We both laughed, he rolled to his back and sighed.

“Do you like me?” he asked out of the blue. I rolled to my side to look at him.

“I like you.” I confessed to him.

“I like you too.” He looked at me with clarity and took me in his arms.

“I don’t know what this is Alex.” he whispered to me.

“I don’t either.” I said through his chest. He kissed the top of my head and held me tighter.

“Tell me when you figured it out, okay?” I told him. He nodded his head and kissed me on my cheek. This unfamiliar territory we’re in has boundless possibilities, we could be in love or we just needed each other out of lonesome. Either way, we were bound to hurt each other in the end.

Fletcher fell asleep before me as always, while I remained awake. I slowly moved out of the bed, carefully untangling myself from Fletcher. I moved to his study and opened his laptop to check my emails and stocks. His computer didn’t even have a password, I shook my head.

After checking my emails and stocks, I searched Fletcher on google to see if there was news about us getting hitched – I sighed, relieved that there were no news of our nuptials. I guess our plan is still intact, I scrolled down and saw an article about his Parents, I didn’t know much about Fletcher so I read the article. He was adopted by the Kosch Family after his parents accident, apparently Mark Kosch’s Grandfather was friends with the late Martin Mars, Fletch’s Dad. I closed the windows unable to read the whole article without feeling guilty and angry. I was clutching my chest feeling the sensation of panic hit me as I heaved and walked to the bathroom, I tried to repress the conversation that my parents had that night, the small room that they locked me in while I begged them to let me out. The threats that my mother spat at me resurfacing as I tried to catch my breath. I lay down on the floor in a fetal position my breath heaving. I was almost in tears, when fletcher came running to the bathroom with panicked look on his face.

“Alex, what the fuck.” He picked me up from the floor and cradled me rocking me back fort on the ground.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He whispered to me. He held me in his arms until my heaving stopped, I patted his shoulder.

“I’m okay now. Let’s go to bed.” I pulled him up and we walked to his bedroom.

He didn’t ask any question, just like how I never ask him anything about him. He was stroking my back as he held me in his bed.

“Go to sleep, Fletch.” I broke the silence.

“I can’t, not after seeing you like that.” He said, his voice cracking at the end.

“I’m used to it, don’t let it bother you.” I lifted my head and looked at him.

“you don’t have to.” he whispered. I lifted my hands to his face, stroking his cheek.

“It’s fine.” I finally said and kissed him on the lips.

“Thank you.” I said to him as we were kissing.

“hmmm” he deepened the kiss and went to stroke my bare back down to my ass, I giggled as he pinched my as cheek.

“Mr. Kosch you’re such a pervert.” I said between kisses.

“Only to you my wife” he smiled as we kissed. After a while we stopped kissing.

“Alex –“

“Hmmm?” I lay my head on his chest.

“nothing.” He sighed and stroked my back.

“Fletcher –“

“hmmm?” I felt his chest vibrated.

“Nothing.” I copied him, making him chuckle.

That night we both knew that this was beyond what we had planned, we both screwed ourselves by letting our feelings get the better half of us. But neither of us cared of the consequences of our action.