Encounter With The Billionaire:Love, Lust, And Redemption

My Fantasy And The Truth “Who on earth is this hottie!!” I couldn't resist muttering as I slipped into the dream world as an enchanted image materialized. I found myself strolling alongside an incredibly attractive man, his dark eyes, an exotic beauty like nothing I had ever seen in my life. Darn it!! He had a powerful physique too. He paused and faced me, walked very close to me, and stared right into my blue eyes. At this point, The Lord knows my heart stopped instantly. “What manner of beauty is this??” I swallowed and looked down at him. Without thinking, my fingertips caressed the curving contours of his ribcage. A touch that felt sublime and seductive. The more my hands moved on his body, the more it felt intriguing. Slowly, I moved around him and scanned him like he was some kind of new invention the world would spend their last billions to buy and keep, worshiping!! “How are you so real?” I softly asked, languidly moving in my long red gown, he honestly looked like a archangel. Tall and Perfect to the extreme. “What do you think?” His words reverberated into my ears, I experienced an unexplainable surge of intensity. His deep, silky voice leaving me in a state of concurrent dizziness, also made me feel alive at the same time. All of a sudden, I snapped back to reality, welcoming the familiar Berry scent of my room with a big smile on my face, I blinked my eyes more than twice, then opened it. “Blood Of Isreal! Don’t tell me it was all a dream!!!” I cried out and quickly raised myself from my initial sleeping posture. Furrowing my brows, I reflected on the captivating voice, earnestly hoping my archangel was not a product of my afternoon nap. I marveled at the residue of the dream that felt more like a striking fantasy, my cheeks were filled with a delicate, lingering blush. I hadn't enjoyed a distinctive fantastical escape like this in a long time. I turned to look at the scattered bags on the floor. “Oh my goodness” I shouted and jumped up, that is when reality began to reclaim its place. “I'm f****d! Totally!” I screamed again remembering I was penniless and frustrated. I could hear the echo of my voice loud and clear. The space was close to empty, I had sold almost all of my stuff. my hands now hanging on my waist, with my dull eyes scrutinizing the remaining dresses and designer bags I would be putting up for sale in the next hour. I hurriedly packed them into a knapsack. “Will this be the end of you Kim??” I asked myself as a tear dropped on my bedspread. Everyone was annoyed at me. Every single person in this house was against me…well, I was mad at myself too because even Abraham Daveney, my elder brother whom everyone considered as the black sheep of the family would not think of doing what I did ever. I had messed up with the family’s future and money. I ruined everybody’s life in less than two minutes in the club last month… The night Father entrusted me with the family fortune was the night I gambled for the first time. Only If I had believed in curses, I would have said, someone cursed me. Goddamn it, I was so drunk that night in the biggest club Avanti had, La Moretti Suites as we always call it. That was my usual spot every Friday after a nerve-racking day at work. Drink, party, Gamble, and a whole lot of fun in the devilish building. Fun?? That fun got me into the biggest trouble I've experienced so far in my twenty-three years on earth and changed my life into something worse than pathetic cause right now I have nothing left. I have dragged myself and my family down to the mud. Everything my father worked for, is now being enjoyed by Mary Carly my gambling opponent. My so-called best friend betrayed and beat me hands down. “Why the f**k would Mary do that to me? Why will…?” I paused my next nagging word as I heard a familiar sound coming from the electrical outlets. I saw my phone vibrating “Oh that's my ringing tone” I sighed. Life was dealing with me to the extent of forgetting the typical sound my gadget makes. Curiousness danced in my eyes, tinged with surprise, as I ducked towards the insistent ring of my phone. It was my sweet angry mother. She had not been in town for two months and had not spoken to me since I committed that grievous sin. I picked up the phone quickly and calmly cleared my throat before speaking to her. I was ready to hear her fuss about how disappointed she was in me and her regret in birthing me. I deserve everything I was about to hear, I know. "Hello, mother," I said, a hint of anticipation and oddity in my voice. “Kimberly Daveney Olly” she started with my full name. “How dare you child? I’m disgusted by all you do, why do you tend to bring sadness and shame to the family? What did I and your father do to deserve an impudent child like you? You ruined everybody,” her voice loud and shaky dropped down to a low level, I could feel her fighting her tears. As I listened to her fragile voice break down the phone, a weight of regret descended upon me. “I'm sorry Ma, I'm truly sorry, I deserve every harsh word from you, I don't know what came over me, and I know no amount of regret and sympathetic words can rectify my mistake,” I sadly blurted out… “I don't know what to do to make things go back to normal, My head is f*****g blank, Should I call the police and tell them I got scammed of my family fortune? Oh No! bad idea, I will be the first person arrested for gambling, and the reputation of my family will be substandard” I thought to myself as Mother went on yelling out her emotions, I wasn't listening to her now, only a bunch of foolish ideas popped up in my head as she ranted. “The solution to the problem now is to marry Richard Dubois” I know I said I was no longer listening to her but that last sentence was so catchy. “What???” I shouted, I think Mrs Amelia Daveney has lost it.