I'll Obey, My Billionaire

Chapter 5

Sofia's POV

“Hey, Sof!” A familiar voice called out. I turned and saw Maui, my best friend, walking toward me with a bright smile.

“Hi!” I replied. I noticed her eyes drifting to the piece of paper I was holding.

“Oh, come on! You still have this? You really can’t get over what happened?” she said, snatching the paper from my hand.

I sighed, leaned back, and crossed my arms.

“I don’t know, Maui. I don’t even know why I’m still holding on to this.”

“Sorry for leaving you behind. I just can't right now. Maybe the next time we see each other and find ourselves in that situation again, I'll have the guts to be with you. Sorry again. One thing is for sure—I like you, regardless of our age difference. —Josh,” Maui read aloud.

“He really sounds like a virgin teenager still living under his mom’s roof,” she said with an irritated tone.

“I did some research on him,” I replied, which earned me a glare from her.

“Look, after the divorce from his wife, she released a statement about why they separated. And the funniest part—the one that even trended—was her saying he was boring in bed,” I said, showing her the article on my tablet.

Maui chuckled as she read it. “What the hell? Leaving your kids and family just because you got bored in bed?” she said, bitterly laughing.

I sipped my coffee. “No, some of her reasons were acceptable, I think. He didn’t make time for his family, didn’t even come home because of his busy schedule.”

Maui gave me a knowing look. “It’s acceptable to you because it became the reason they broke up—and now you think you have a chance with that old man,” she teased.

I chuckled. “The separation happened four years ago,” I replied. “And please, he’s not that old. He doesn’t even look like one.” I added, lost in thought as I imagined him.

Maui threw the paper back at me. “Stop, Sofia. He hasn’t even called you since then. He’s probably off screwing some other woman now,” she said with a laugh.

I furrowed my brows. “That’s fine, but I should be next. And he better make sure I’m the one he screws before he dies,” I said, playing along.

That made us both laugh. We continued chatting until she had to leave for dance rehearsal, and I had to head to another studio for recording.

After a few songs, we were on our way to my taping location when I overheard Rose on the phone.

“Hello… Oh yes… Seriously? Sure! We’re excited to hear the offer,” she said excitedly. “I’ll be there before 6 PM to discuss the other details. Okay, thank you.”

Another project, I guessed.

I leaned back, exhausted, put on my sunglasses, and crossed my arms. I already knew where this was going.

“Don’t give me that kind of attitude, Sofia,” Rose said, clearly annoyed.

I took off my sunglasses and sighed. “I told you I wanted to rest. Can’t you just give me a break? A one-month leave is enough,” I said, tired.

“Do you know how big this project is, Sofia? I just got a call from Clarison Airlines, offering you to be their ambassadress. Do you know how popular that airline is after the CEO won the award?” she said, almost nagging.

My eyes widened when I heard “Clarison Airlines.” Was this his way of coming back?

“You’re smiling. I hope you realize what an opportunity this is,” she added.

I snapped out of it. “Huh? Ahmm… Yeah. Of course. Sure, let’s do it,” I said quickly, turning to look out the window.

His facial features, his build… they filled my mind. The softness of his lips, the gentleness of his hands, the smoothness of his skin.

“The meeting is next Friday. Be prepared,” Rose said before turning back to her laptop.

“Masaya ka ata,” Lorraine said, getting my attention. We're now in my dressing room waiting for my scene.

I glared at her. To my surprise, she didn’t back down. That made me chuckle. She really knew when I was actually mad.

“Bakit ka nga nakangiti, huh?” she asked.

I sighed and fully leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Remember the international awards night? The one that caused a flood of issues?” I asked, snapping my fingers.

She looked curious. “Ang dami mong issue noon, alin du'n?”

I chuckled. “No, I mean the one that’s still mysterious—the woman spotted with Mr. Clark in the elevator.”

Her jaw dropped. “OH. MY. GOSH! Don’t tell me ikaw 'yon?!”

I quickly grabbed her wrist and checked the room. “Shh! Huwag kang maingay!” I warned.

She snapped into whisper mode and pulled up a chair in front of me. “Ikaw 'yon?!”

I bit my lower lip and glanced at her. I trusted her with my secret. “Oo, ako,” I admitted.

She gasped and covered her mouth, letting out a soundless scream. “Saan ka niya dinala nang sumara 'yong pinto? Sa rooftop? Did he just f****d you with a city lights?” she said dramatically.

I flicked her forehead. “No. We didn’t have s*x. I wish we had—but he resisted me,” I confessed, disappointment in my voice.

She leaned back, not buying it. “Resisted you? Sof, kahit sino walang may kayang tanggihan ka. Look, I know he’s technically old—what, in his 60s?—but it’s still s*x. Even an 80-year-old man can enjoy that. What’s wrong with him?”

I sighed. “Correction, 50's, Lorain, 55 to be exact. Honestly, I don’t know. We kissed. He was so into it—passionate, responsive. I know we were both caught up in the moment. But when things went further... when I reached down there... he pulled away and just left.”

She laughed. “Oof. I smell insecurity—or something small down there,” she teased.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I felt it. That wasn’t the issue.”