Reunion with My Billionaire Ex

The Angel Face

The Angel Face

Maurice's POV,

“I want to know you,” he said, leaving a warm breath on my ear. How could he show up so early at my place, dressed so handsomely, like he knew he could kill girls looking like this? I wasn’t wrong when I said that Ricky is the most pretty-faced but dangerous man I've ever seen, so mesmerizing. His smile is a commodity, and it’s hard to look away. His voice was a piece of art, so rusty and deep. His body was sculpted with the finest knives and brushes, made of gold and sparkle. I might collect jewels if I scrape him. I think he even sweats golden. Why else would he shine so loud and bright? It’s blinding. More when he was so close that I can feel me drenching in his bodily cologne. I knew how he smelled, and it was all I can do now. “I want to know where to touch you,” he smirked, knowing how much he was affecting me.

“Stop it!!” I mumbled, hardly. My knees were wobbling.

“I want to know how I can make you smile for me.” His chest was rising and falling, faster than ever. Maybe he was too feeling what I felt. He is the pinnacle of everything I thought I didn’t want anymore. I won't need it anymore. I've been alone for too long that even my skin crawled from someone’s warm attention. Maybe it was the timing that whipped me down.

I need to breathe.

I need to look away.

I told myself. I commanded my nerves to react and stop him from getting closer or the walls might crumble. But nothing I could do stopped him.

“I want so many things. I want you in so many ways.” Every inch of him seems so much more than just a man speaking his heart. He sounded sincere. Was it just lust for him? Was it just my hormones making me weak? He is sexy enough to make me weak. His words were strict and commanding. He never seemed to ask, he never had before, he didn’t have to. The veins that bulged from his neck connected to the edge of his jawline. The luscious dark hair fell from his head to his pronounced cheekbones, despite the man bun on his head. He was the god. Even though you want to, you cannot look away from their face. He amazed me every day. Even when he is extremely cheesy, like how can drive my every cell to self-murder, he still shines like an angel.

Gosh, how good would it be for him to look like a model? Many peeps could get the chance to see the sexy appeal he radiated; with every measly warm breath, our body took to watch him smile. He’ll be a millionaire just if he sells his smile.

“I'm sorry, work suddenly came up,” I cough, looking away from his golden smile to catch a breath. He must consume more oxygen; I can't feel myself breathing. Putting on the lavender jacket of my suit from the chair, I said, “I don’t know how long it will take.” I groped for my car key, ready to leave the house.

He took my hands inside his slender fingers. “you don’t have to work today. You’ve trained Lara for this job; she should manage the work now.” He spoke, his steel eyes unwavering from my body. “Can't you just think about yourself for a day? It won't kill you; you know. Birthdays are special. You shouldn’t work today.” He says. It won't kill me, I know. But the memories of Stan rising in my head will, in cold blood. They are capable enough to turn me to ashes or bury me in the ground. He is moving on. I should be happy. But I was not. All I was thinking was my day on the top of the Empire state building.

“She can't right now,” I added after an unintended pause. I was thankful enough that I can go back to work today and not ruin my day overthinking myself to sleep. “She has a family emergency. And it’s not that special birthday for me. I'm used to working every day. It’s better than staying alone.” I urged, looking back, catching my breath. “Now if you are done…”

“Then... let me come with you.” He hates working on weekends. “We can help each other.” I blinked at his sincere voice. He always hated working on the weekends. “If I help you, will you consider the idea of just the two of us on a romantic date,” he smiled, “in the rain, dancing.”

“There will be no rain today. Don’t you see the news?” I quacked, laughing at his childish dreams. I don’t know if he was more of a romantic or a fool to think like this.

“You don’t have a single romantic cell in your entire body, do you?” he teased, smirking.

“Not a doubt, no. But I'll go with you since I made a promise yesterday, and I'm the type to keep them.”

“You're are not so bad, I guess. And also, the news is for the people who have no fun in life, we are young, we have to make news, not see it.”

“Fine. Whatever you say. But remember, it’s not a romantic date. Just an outing, a friendly outing to celebrate my birthday because I have time today.”

“Then how about just a date? I'm fine with it.”

“Not a date either,” I exclaimed. “An outing. A friendly outing...”

“You are getting old." He shook his head, still smiling. Does he think I'm silly? Maybe I am. "And you think a lot. But… whatever makes you happy. A friendly date. Sounds good?”

“Yeah. Let’s go now, shall we?”