FALLING FOR MY EX BILLIONAIRE DAD

Chapter6

I thought I had heard Draco's voice call out to his dad. My heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on my palms. For a moment, a wave of numbness swept through my body, rendering me momentarily paralyzed. I swiftly turned my gaze, scanning the room frantically. My eyes darted around, searching for Draco, but he was nowhere in sight. Was my mind playing tricks on me? I turned back toward the TV, hoping to clarify the situation. It became clear that the sound had come from the television and not from Draco. Realizing this, I exhaled deeply, my heart pounding as it tried to settle back into its normal rhythm.

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind. If it had truly been Draco calling out, my carefully constructed plans would have been in jeopardy. I needed more time to solidify my position with Reggie, to make him head over hills in love with me. The last thing I wanted right now was for Draco to discover the affair between me and his father. My strategy was still in its formative stages. If I were exposed now, it would only serve to make me look foolish and unprepared and that would have hurt me even more. I had to ensure that my actions remained concealed and my plans remained intact. Each moment was crucial, and I was determined to navigate this precarious situation with the utmost care and precision.

“How do I get this old man to fall for me? He seems too hardened,” I thought to myself, frustration mingling with determination. “But I’ve tackled arduous challenges before, and this one won’t be any different.” I took another deep breath, trying to center myself. It was clear I needed a more strategic approach. I decided that I would observe and analyze the situation further, then return with a properly cooked-up plan.

Just as I resolved to focus on my strategy, I was jolted back to reality by Reggie’s snap of his fingers. I suddenly realized that I was still on top of him, and we were in the midst of an intensely intimate moment. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and urgency; how did my thoughts sweep me off the mood like this, I wondered to myself.

“What’s up with you?” Reggie asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern.

I sighed deeply, pushing myself off him. My mind was still tangled in the threads of my plan, struggling to refocus.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice softer this time, as he looked at me with genuine concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. Your rod was hitting a sensitive spot inside me; it made me numb for a while and exhausted now," I said, pretending to be really exhausted as I began breathing in and out heavily.

Reggie burst into laughter, a deep, hearty sound that filled the room. “Hahaha...” he chuckled. “Let me get you some chilled water then, to help you refresh. How about we go for a swim afterward, if you don’t mind?” His mischievous smirk hinted at a playful intent behind his offer.

He rose from the couch and exited the room with a casual grace. I remained seated, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. The encounter had left me at a crossroads, uncertain of how to proceed. The coolness of the room contrasted sharply with the warmth of the moment we had just shared, and I found myself lost in thought.

A few minutes later, Reggie reappeared, carrying a bottle of water and a glass cup. He had donned a luxurious red robe with gold stripes that looked incredibly soothing and well-suited to his relaxed demeanor. The robe’s rich color accentuated his composed, effortless style.

“Here you go,” he said, extending the bottle towards me with an air of casual elegance.

I took the bottle, my thoughts still swirling from the earlier events. His presence, now dressed in the robe, seemed to add a layer of complexity to our interaction.

I took it from him, remaining silent. Was he expecting a thank you? I pondered this as I cast simultaneous glances in his direction. Suddenly, a daring idea struck me.

People often treated billionaires like demigods, succumbing to their every will. But what if I treated Reggie differently? What if I treated him just like every other person? Wouldn’t that be a refreshing change? I decided to test this theory.

I focused on Reggie, who had settled back on the couch beside me, his eyes locked on the TV screen. I decided to break the silence with a provocative question.

“What name would be perfect to call you?” I asked, fixing my gaze on him.

For a moment, he didn’t even flinch; his eyes remained glued to the screen. I wasn't willing to let my question fall to the ground. “Huh...?” I asked again in anticipation of a response. The exclamation was enough to pull his attention away from the TV. Reggie turned his head slowly, his eyes finally meeting with mine.

“What name do you think would best suit me?” he asked, his tone suggesting he was intrigued but slightly amused. I scrutinized his expression, trying to read the underlying meaning, but it remained inscrutable.

“I’d call you Mr. Re,” I said, maintaining steady eye contact.

“Oh, really? Is that the best you could come up with?” Reggie’s eyebrows raised, clearly waiting for a more thoughtful response from me.

“Don’t you like it?” I asked, adding an alluring touch to my demeanor and making my voice sound more enticing. I rose from my seat and sauntered seductively toward him, then took a bold step by sitting on his lap. I noticed his throat swallow nervously. “No response?” I asked softly. My hands gently cupped his neck, lifting his head so I could stare directly into his eyes. Inside, my heart raced uncontrollably, but I did my best to conceal my anxiety and not make it obvious. “You can’t chase a lion you are scared of. It will end your life the moment the lion senses your fear,” I recalled a phrase that had stuck with me from a seminar I had attempted many years ago.

“Get off me,” Reggie said abruptly.

I thought I didn't hear him clearly, so I asked, “Huh...?” before I could finish my sentence, Reggie had already pushed me off his lap. I tumbled to the floor and groaned in pain.

“What was that for?” I shouted in anger. I was surprised at the outburst; it seemed to have escaped my lips before I fully realized it. Reggie simply stood up and walked out of the sitting room, leaving me seething with frustration.

My plan, which had seemed so promising, now felt like it had fallen apart. I struggled to regroup my thoughts as I picked myself up from the floor. With a deep breath, I muttered, “I’ll get you next time.” These words were a promise to myself as much as to him.

I hastily gathered my belongings and exited Reggie’s house without informing him. As I approached the gate, the security guard blocked my way. This gesture added fuel to my already burning rage, I flared up and yelled at him, but he remained indifferent. I watched him make a phone call, my intuition suggested it was to Reggie. Once the call ended, the guard opened the gate and showed me out.

The evening felt tainted by my recent experience with Reggie. Nothing felt good about the evening; I was pained, and I felt totally disrespected and abused, but I could only hold myself responsible for whatever had befallen me.

I had always harbored a dislike for men who treated women like some piece of trash with no value or were very provocative and constantly laid their hands on women. To be honest, I never even liked men, I felt that men could only care about what they wanted at the moment without taking into consideration the impending outcomes of their decisions. Ironically, my aversion to men had changed when I met Draco. He had showered me with love, care, and unwavering attention. He was genuinely interested in my life, always eager to spend quality time with me, and never once had he shown me any signs of rejection or mistreatment. His affection had made me fall deeply in love with him, but he shattered my heart into a thousand pieces. I had been willing to give him everything, hoping we would eventually get married. Yet, as they say, if wishes were horses, even the poor would ride.

Lost in thought, I was unaware of how far I had walked. My mind was consumed by a whirlwind of reflections on my misfortunes and the lack of fortune in my life. As I approached the road, engrossed in my thoughts, I heard a loud horn. Turning toward the sound, the last thing I saw was a blinding light.