The Billionaire's Torment

Enraged bull

Max

On Tuesday morning, my eyes opened to a beautiful sight. Nora Ratliff sprawled on my bed, her lips slightly ajar, snoring gently. Her complexion was back to normal. No woman slept overnight at my house, after i banged you, show yourself out.

That's one of the reasons i got pissed when my mum shoved Nora down my throat. l cherished my freedom and enjoyed rolling around my bed alone. This morning showed me what l missed in the past years.

I rested on my elbow, my face in my right palm and studied her features at leisure. Her eyes suddenly flew open, l twitched like a startled rabbit. “ Is it your habit to spy on people as they sleep sir?.”

I caressed her cheek, “ you wake up already fighting? Habit? Who else apart from you has graced my bed? You look better.”

She shrugged her shoulders and yawned. “ l feel better, thank you for your care, l appreciate it. Who knows who you rolled on the sheets with? Bachelors have bad manners.”

I pecked her lips and vacated the bed,

“ speak for your bad mannered bachelors not me. I swore to myself a long time ago l will share my bed with only one woman, my wife. This house has seen its fair share of women but not this room, this room is sacred.”

l spread my arms and encompassed the whole room. A smile formed in Nora's eyes and spread on her entire face, goodness the girl was beautiful. My own lips stretched into a wide smile. I kissed her again, headed to the door, “ breakfast coming in 20 minutes ma'am.”

"Hit the shower first, we stink. We skipped taking a bath last night.”

I pointed at my chest, my eyebrows raised, "me? Speak for yourself, l don't stink, i'm a naturally clean boy.”

She gave me thumbs up, still grinning.

I went to my room and hit the shower. I put on my grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I hummed as l descended the stairs. My chest struggled to contain my happiness, l was content.

I could not recall the exact time I developed feelings for Nora. I think it might be on our visit to my grandparents’ house, when my father treated her like garbage. I refrained from interfering because I might have kicked his ass or said hateful comments that would be impossible to take back.

I hated the man and vice versa.

Our beef started the day my grandfather announced me as his successor at Ratliff Group of Airlines. My grandfather snatched the company back from my father's hands as he nearly ran the company to the ground.

The cold war that followed my installation into the office tore the family apart. My father became a stand alone with only Martha on his side, as my grandparents, my mother and the shareholders took my side.

I rooted around for the kitchen radio’s remote, where was the damn thing? I strode to the living room to look for it, my phone blared somewhere, l found it on the sideboard. The last time l saw my phones, they were in Frank's hands. The fool forgot to hand them over last night.

I answered the call, already sullen.

“ Yes?.”

I listened and frowned.

"Look Zoey, my wife is sick, I forgot to tell you. I'm not coming in today, reschedule the meeting until further notice.”

Zoey protested, l overode her, cut the call and went back to the kitchen. The remote would surface somewhere.

I carried the tray upstairs after cooking up a storm. My eyes grew as big as saucers at the sight in front of me, my wife stood naked at the dressing table, fighting a cream jar in her hand. I put the tray on the bedroom coffee table.

“ Let me help.”

She jumped, the jar almost fell. l grabbed it, unscrewed it and nudged her towards the dressing table stool. She slapped my hand away,“ l can do it myself.”

I put the jar down,“ don't fight me on this one, you won't win. It's clear you are still weak.”

l sat her down and creamed her entire body clinically. She watched me in the mirror like a hawk, maybe she thought I would pounce on her. She dressed in clean night wear after I was done. She got on the bed, l placed the tray on her lap and left her alone.

“ Thanks hubby.”

I grinned, gave her an air kiss and exited the room, content.

On Thursday Nora was up and about. l went back to work. At 11.30 my dad showed up. We greeted each other like strangers.

" I need you to follow me somewhere, let's go.”

My attention focused solely on the laptop. "I'm busy as you can see, shift whatever it is to another day.”

"Maxwell, this is important, it can't be delayed. Let's go!.”

My dad thundered, his expression ugly. I shut down the laptop and we moved out. In the car, I ignored him. I laid my head on the headrest, closed my eyes and rested.

My eyes popped open as the car halted in front of a massive familiar gate. As the gate opened, an explosive rage erupted out of me at once,“turn the car around at once, you are despicable. I'm married. Whatever you had in your mind, get rid of it. Stop the car!.” I bellowed at the driver like an enraged bull.

He cruised to the front steps and killed the engine. I catapulted out of the car, my vision hazy with fury.

"Calm down son, the Shamans just want to talk. To try and understand why you ditched their daughter without warning, and married somebody else. That's all.”

I pivoted on my heels, lasered him with a ferocious stare.

“Roseline was never my girlfriend, l don't like her. You and her family fed her imagination with visions of us together. Because she is desperate, she gobbled up your nonsense. I'm out of here.”

I whipped out my phone, made a call as l took huge strides towards the gate. In the background l heard my father and Caesar call my name. My strides lengthened. l used the

side gate and vacated the Shaman residence.