DISCLAIMER – This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is for entertainment purpose only.
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Coming back from the doctor’s clinic, completing the last set of my routine check-up makes me want to take a break from all of this and head out of this city for just a few weeks where I can live how I want and do whatever I would like. Seeing people suffering from all kinds of ailments makes me want to be grateful for life.
I am Olivia Pierce, a sexy wife of a billionaire husband who calls himself the CEO of Lozano Corporation Inc. His company has multiple branches, one of which deals in providing security to big shots of the country that could be owners of big firms, celebrities, politicians, and other famous personalities of the United States or of any other country visiting the US. And the other segments manage various establishments.
My husband, CEO Charles Lozano, was born in a rich family and he took over his dad’s business. This is why he is where he is in his early thirties. He has come a long way from what he was to what he has become now. That’s what I can say from the things that he has told me, and it was by chance that I met him about three years ago.
Back then I was working at an international museum in Los Angeles in the USA part-time to pay for my college fees, and I would end up working extra hours only to make extra money. So, most of the days I would be there for the whole evening because that was the time most guests came to visit, and I would earn good tips from them because I was told that I was great at providing them with an amazing experience at the museum.
One fine day Mr. Charles Lozano visited during the day. I was lucky enough to be called to work that day in the morning instead of the evening. Since it was Saturday, so I didn’t have college, and the girl working in morning shift called in sick to work. I was pissed about having to go to work early that day, but I still managed myself and reached on time.
Later, when I met her the next day, I got to know that she planned to hook up with her boyfriend as his parents were away and had left the house to their son. The thrill on her face was telling me that she had a great time with him yesterday, and I was left feeling sad about being a boring kind of girl.
If I had to sum up the way that I was back then, it would be short and simple – single, disciplined, no boyfriend, and no guy also hitting on me. That was pretty much my life. While all my friends were going out with one boy after the other, I stayed home to either study or read books. I have been a big fan of reading any kind of books.
The genre of the books I read doesn’t appeal to me much, but the music that the words produce with the way the author forms sentences isn’t just beautiful but also mesmerizing. My friends have called me names for being more interested in books than in boys as almost all the girls in my class either had boyfriends or were dating. Hence, I say my life was very boring in my young adulthood.
While I was at work that day, a man looking like he was in his thirties walked in the museum at a very odd time. From the experience that I used to have over there, which must have been not more than three weeks, I rarely saw a guest walking in at that time. I left the reception desk where I was chatting with the associate and walked up to him to assist him.
As I was walking to him, I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was wearing a high branded dark denim that was slightly folded at the bottom, and tan buck shoes on his feet. I liked the dressing sense from the bottom-down, so I gathered the courage to check him out completely and then build an eye contact with him as I was anyway supposed to.
His belt displayed Salvatore Ferragamo logo and that told me he wasn’t someone who had just walked in from the lane. He was definitely a well-to-do man for having the ability to afford one of the most expensive brands. I started to walk faster to reach him sooner in the big lobby that the museum had with different paintings displayed in the hallway itself.
When I looked at his body, he was getting hotter, the more I checked him out. He was well-built with his biceps and triceps showing from the navy-blue blazer that he was wearing and beneath that was a light blue shirt. His attire looked very expensive, and then I finally saw his face. Bentley Platinum sunglasses on his eyes surprised me the most, but I did my best not to have such an astonished expression and be cool about it.
Still couldn’t believe that I would be interacting with a man like him who is so fine. My smile naturally became broader than my face which must have made me look stupid, but I didn’t really care because all I wanted to do was to be at my best in front of him and tell him little stories of the museum in a way that he would give me a good tip.
“Good noon to you, Sir,” I greeted him with an expression of being extremely excited to make him feel very welcome in the museum. But despite the fact that I was so cheerful and lively, his bland reply pulled my excitement a little down as he said, “To you too.”
I managed to keep up my smile and not let the excitement drain out of my face while I led him to the waiting area, so that he could be welcomed in the museum’s signature style with a cooling towel and a drink served by a traditionally dressed person.
The dashing looking man settled in the upholstered wingback chair. A pineapple punch made with a twist by another associate who was dressed in a long loose collarless shirt with a half coat and cotton trouser-like bottoms. The tray that he offered to him had the cooling towel that was folded and rolled in style along with the glass of welcome drink.In the meantime that he was relishing the drink, it had come to my mind to check for the packages with the receptionist so that I could offer him the latest one with the correct rate as the rates had been recently changed as the demand in the market had increased.It was a great museum with the associates wearing different dresses from around the world every day. Only the interns had to be in black trousers and white shirts, and there were the ones who had to be on their toes and always did the running around.That was such a fun time when I learned so many things, but sadly,
Things with me were going pretty much exciting, and as I was given a chit secretly while shaking the owner’s hand, it certainly added to my exhilaration. That was the first movie-like experience which happened to me in my boring life. Everything from then on changed which eventually landed me to where I am at present.I am brought back to the present time where the driver has stopped the car at the traffic signal and all the other cars are also waiting for the light to turn green. I look around and be grateful to be in such a happy place. This city is over the top beautiful with such interesting buildings, mountains, beaches, it is all there over here. I am excited to reach home and meet my wonderful husband who will be back home in a couple of days.Meeting him at the start when I made the best of the option that he had opened out in front of me. I rushed to the washroom as soon as he had left, just to open the chit and see what was w
I knew he would have eventually asked to meet, but the way he did it then was appealing. Some help in packing all my stuff and moving it to the new apartment of mine would have made my work easy at that point. But because I was moving from living alone to living with roommates, I was a little embarrassed to let him know about it.That decision of mine would help me save some money as a reserve for my future. I was young and still learning to manage my finances back then. There was a need of mine that couldn’t be met, and that taught me to have some money to take care of times like that.Not knowing how to say no to the owner of the place where I was working at that time, I found it very difficult to reply to him, and thus, I took a long time. But on getting another message from him, I immediately responded to him.Mr. Lozano: You taking so long to answer doesn’t give me a good feeling. Do you want my help thi
Charles and I settled in the living room that only had a convertible couch while his helpers packed my clothes and books in the bedroom. I was embarrassed to serve him juice in the stainless steel glass when he said he was thirsty, but he picked it up from the tray like it didn’t matter to him at all what kind of glass he was being served the juice in.Someone who must have never drunk in any other glass except for the finest quality tumbler made with the best available material was drinking water in a stainless steel table glass because that was all I had at home. But he didn’t make any deal out of it, and that was another thing of his that appealed to me quite much.There are some people who are too lost in their so-called world that they lose touch with reality and don’t realize that many people are not on the same boat as theirs. There are middle-class people and low-class people as well who live just as fine in the thi
His question had sparked a feeling in me as it had never happened before. Hell yes! I wanted to move in with him, but I had no freaking clue how it would turn out to be. I was sitting on the couch and looking at him in surprise, unable to believe that he actually invited me to live with him. I stood nowhere in comparison to him. Talking was one thing, but living together with him was a completely different thing.Not wanting to mess it up from there, keeping quiet was a better option for me. Every time I opened my mouth impulsively, I spoiled things. So, that was a chance for me to think before I talked as an opportunity like this to live with a billionaire was inconceivable.If I agreed and moved in with this very fine man, based on his status, would I be considered his friend? He didn’t need any kind of financial help to let out his house to me. Then why would he ask a stranger he met just a week ago to come and live with him?
The entire shifting that included packing and unpacking was done by his servants. I later realized that they weren’t his assistants but his servants. He had one assistant, Edward Matthew, who I met when I was entering Charles’s mansion. He came to greet his boss and give him feedback on something that I didn’t understand then.Edward, who continues to be his assistant till the present date, is an average-looking guy, but he is amazingly smart in organizing things for Charles. He makes everything look so easy for him and does most of his work at the office and also at home. He is with us twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and stays in the staff accommodation which is also a part of the mansion.When I saw the staff quarters for the first time that I entered Charles’s home, I was super impressed with how big they were and the facilities that were provided to them. Charles himself had taken me for a round in the
Mr. Lozano: I will be coming home a little late, Olive. I’m in the office for an important discussion. Love you, sweetheart. Take care, and please don’t wait for me to eat. Bye!Charles’s message buzzing on my phone brought me back to the present, where a servant has just entered my room with my lunch. I am more comfortable being in my room and eating than ten people staring at me while I eat at the dining table. I have never been comfortable in pretending to be at my best, but I have tried to always do my best.Home is your private space, and I am used to being completely free at home. It’s been so many years, but I am not used to being under someone’s watch all the time. I love being by myself. More importantly, I miss the way I used to live before without any limitations and restrictions. Not having to think about whatever I plan on doing was the best for me.Roaming around
On opening the door, I saw cheerful faces of Charles and a very beautiful lady who was sitting with him on the couch and listening to him talking when I entered the house. But if the lady was his love interest, why would he get her to meet me? She must be an important lady to him, I thought, with how close both of them seemed to me.“Olive, meet Erica, my best friend,” said Charles.Best friend? I felt weird to some extent because if she was his best friend, then why didn’t he ever mention her to me in all the two months that I had been there with him? Was there a new best friend scheme going on somewhere?Suddenly, after two months his so-called “best friend” appeared out of nowhere, and I was naturally feeling jealous of her. Had Charles confessed his love to me, meeting his best friends would have still been fine. But he seemed as happy with her as he had been with me in the time we had spent together,