My Damned Relationship With A Billionaire

…Vanessa…… The word came slowly out of his mouth, the pool of blood in his mouth couldn’t let him speak properly. He clutched his bleeding abdomen tightly and slumped to the floor, breathless. He could feel his lungs giving out as breathing turned into painful wheezing. She held the gun, a slow sadistic smirk gracing the corners of her beautiful plump lips. She took short, deliberate strides forward, her heels clicking on the floor in a somewhat rhythmic way, sending terror down his spine. She crouched down, facing him directly, the dark shade of red lipstick on her lips made them seductively irresistible. “Shuuush…” she purred slowly, her finger on his lips. Her gray eyes dancing in a mixture of excitement and fury. “Struggling will worsen the pain. Save your energy baby, you will need it while transitioning to the afterlife.” She traced her fingers in the wind feeling it in between. “I told you, didn’t I? You knew everything but decided to pledge your loyalty to that too- goody conniving b***h. Don’t tell me you fell for her ‘innocence’. Huh?” She slowly traced his jawline with her barrel. Surely, he has a striking appearance, but she didn’t want him, he wasn’t as endearing as her lover, the reason she’s doing this. “Please…. Please . f**k! God!” He screamed as she pressed her pistol o his wounded abdomen. “I’m sorry okay!! But he made up his mind Ness, he’s in love with her not you. There…. There’s nothing I could do. He is being adamant. But, I love you…I love you, even before he did. I promise I won’t hurt you.” The smirk on her lips briefly disappears replaced with hurt. “Promise? Why do you guys like making promises you can’t keep and then you end up shattering the hearts of the ones that believed into pieces.” She looked away, trying to hold back tears from falling. “You won’t be able to hurt me anyway, even if you wanted to. You are not leaving here alive.” She stood, her eyes burning with fury, “well, in that case, I have no use of you then. You have always been useless. Let’s end this here.” She said pointing her gun to his head. “No, please…I can make things right. I…” Bang!! Bang!!! “I won’t be home early, probably won’t make it at all. But I promise to make it up to you, okay?” The velvety voice she loves said through the phone. She spent three hours preparing all of his favorite dishes. Sent the workers home early, she wanted to make sure that this, all this, was her; her time, energy, effort…… she loves him that much. The wooden spatula slides off her hand and her smile faded, replaced with a glint of fury. She stared at the dinner table, already set. The scent of the cologne she wore outshined the aroma of the dishes…he loves it on her and she made sure to overuse it tonight. “V, you there?” The voice asked with concern. “Yeah. Take your time.” “Thanks baby. I promise I will make it up to you. I owe you one.” “Sure.” “Bye baby. I love you.” She sat on the chair closest to her when her legs wobbled. It’s being a long time since they had a nice quiet dinner together, a romantic one that isn’t suffocated with work and business. They haven’t gone on dates either, he promised her, but later cancelled. They don’t make love either, like the way they used to, just rushed s*x with no foreplay. The expensive silk lingerie she wore clung unto her body, showing off her beautiful pair of slim long legs that he always compliments. It was custom made_ the lingerie. She had imagined his veiny hands holding her waist and making out right there on the dinner table before taking it upstairs. She had vividly hallucinated the touch and sensation of his soft large palm on her thighs and his thin lips on her neck and every other part of her body. But now she felt like an i***t. Her grip tightened on the cell phone until her knuckles turned white. She thought of throwing her phone away but decided to make a call. “Find out where he is, what he’s doing and whom he is with…I need every single detail.” She gently placed her phone on the table and dug her hands into the chocolate mousse cake, it was his favorite. She remembered liking chocolate after they met. She ate, leaving smudges on her lips. She read the text sent, her lips twisting into a wicked smile. “Ms Valentine huh?”