ARDORE OF LOVE: Mr Billionaire's sweet secret

Jason Tynara was tired, overworked, and probably hungry. He put down the pen and took his phone, once more checking his W******p messages. There were loads of messages as he'd thought. From groups, close friends, top colleagues, and even political leaders who were somehow his friends or potential business partners.Loads of messages from strange numbers were also there which he knew must be either from journalists who wanted interviews with him or 'demandeuse d'emploi'-How they got his number, Jason was yet to add it to the load of problems he had.Jason was however interested in one particular person; his fiancee, Angelina Stone. She'd Whatsapped him an hour earlier demanding for some 'little money as she called it, but to a hard-working businessman like Jason Tynara, two million dollars was no 'little money.He had been gentleman enough to reply, asking her to wait for him to send the money in two hours but she'd called and voiced her vehemence.Even as Jason searched for her contact

The bed felt impossibly soft that afternoon, like sinking into a cloud. Selena Dundro stirred, letting out a soft moan as she burrowed deeper into the sheets of the room she’d known her whole life. Her eyelids were heavy, body sluggish from the unexpected nap. She rarely slept during the day. Nights were for deep rest after long shifts, and days were for work—no time for laziness. But this morning at the restaurant, her father had surprised her: half the day off to rest, with strict orders to return by evening. The free hours had thrilled her. She’d called Mikey right away, hoping for some company, but he’d brushed her off as usual. “Busy working for our future, babe.” She didn’t mind—he was handsome, rich, generous. Most of the money came from his father, sure, but he had his own apartment, paid his own bills, and her dad approved of him. Maybe too much. When he couldn’t come over, they’d video-chatted instead. She lounged on the bed, laughing at his jokes until he had to “get back

The drive back home was in silence. Jason sat in the third seat of the limousine feeling disturbed. He wasn't that familiar with the convoy of vehicles that accompanied him. His car was in the middle of four other cars, two in front and the rest behind. He had many times protested against this but the New York police commissioner had assured him that it was for his safety. Jason Tynara lived at a mansion on the northeastern outskirts of New York City. From 'The Armada', which was the name of the mansion to his office was just about ten to fifteen minutes using a helicopter but Jason preferred to use the road most of the time. He loved the sight of moving people in the street, feeling complete seeing the people he'd been like six years ago but most importantly, to avoid going home early. This brought back the moments and feelings he had back in his office. His mind once again strayed back to Angelina. She hadn't still called nor sent a message. Jason wondered just like he'd been

"Hi, baby. Welcome back". Angelina was as graciously beautiful as Venus. She looked up at him from her makeup table which was in front of a gigantic mirror. Her hair was always dark-brown, long, and overflowing to her soldiers. She had on that perfect smile that made Jason fall for her years ago. Her dressing, Jason knew were always personally and carefully selected. She wore a bodysuit that ended to her thighs. Looking at her red lips, Jason found he didn't breathe for a moment. His gaze fell on her and for a perfect long time, he didn't blink as she walked to him cheerfully for fear of missing her moves. "Hey! what's wrong?" She demanded as Jason didn't say a word. "Ummm Nothing. It's......" She wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her left thigh to his leg. "You were saying?" Jason felt his heart hammer within him thunderously. He opened his mouth to talk but didn't have the right words to say. "How was your day?" was all he managed to say. "Frustrating.." she said,

"Are you still there baby?" Mikey's voice was etched with worry. "Y-Yes" "Good! are you coming?" Selena thought about it for a moment. But before she could answer, Mikey spoke again. "Oscar award-winning actress, Angelina Jolie would be there. Beyonce is coming too, Fritz Dizols would be there, Dr Mahatma and a host of other stars would also be partying" Now, Mikey's voice held no traces of cajolement. When he'd called her minutes ago, he had been sweet-talking to her till when he'd mentioned about that party. He had started calling the names of the guests not to arouse her interest in it but to boast of his connection and ability to be in such a company. Selena knew it wouldn't even matter to him if she didn't attend it, but she wasn't planning on not attending either. "Oh! I see" She said, not wanting to say a yes without being asked another time. "So are you coming?" He boringly asked once more. "Yes of course" Selena answered almost immediately though she didn't want him t