The Billionaire's Sweet Surrender

Neil.I silently woke up from this bed that I was pretty sure wasn't mine. After looking around, I concluded that this wasn’t my room. The memories from yesterday’s night flashed in the girl from the club, her drinks, me taking her house, sex. That was cool.I took one more look at her face. Seeing her in the light, she was really beautiful. She had brunette hair that was all ragged from yesterday, her nose was well-sculptured. Her lips were pursed in cupid. As she slept, I could hear her sweet, satisfying breathing. She slept like an angel and her hands were intertwined with mine. Slowly, I loosened myself from her and jumped out of her springy bed.I picked my trousers that lay on the floor and wore them in haste. It was better if she didn’t wake up seeing me. That was a beautiful mistake, and as sad as it was, I didn’t want it to happen to us. For her own sake.As I put on my shoes and my jacket, I took one last look at her sleepy face. I want to feel her tongue on mine, even if it

I dabbed my eyelashes one last time. It was naturally long so I just wore a mascara that'd put it in place. I was about to apply my lipstick when my phone rang. This jolted me and sent the lipstick the wrong way. I picked up my phone. A message from Bella. Great. "The girls are wondering when you'll be going to work. Fill us in on the first day at work with your hot boss." I smiled and typed back: "Sure I will." It was still like a shock to me when Margaret, Mr. Honduras' secretary got back to me saying I got the job. Maybe Mr. Honduras liked those who dared him. I was ready for that. Earlier today, I had set my alarm and tousled in my bed all through the night. I woke up every minute, expecting the crack of dawn. I'd feel it in my head that it was morning already and I was late. I'd run to the window to check if it was dawn already, but every time I checked, the night was as dark as coal. Up until now. My shoes were piled up in a corner, waiting to be worn. I despised my sh

Monday mornings were the worst. I woke up with bird nest hair and rushing to work would break me. Today, like for the past two weeks, I didn't worry about what shoes I'd put on. My shoe rack was filled with lots of shoes and I couldn't even get a space to hang some. All thanks to Mr. Honduras. I got to the office in twenty minutes and Mr. Honduras, as usual, was seated in his chair, waiting for my arrival. I gave Margaret a wide grin and dashed into Mr. Honduras' office. His face was paler than usual and he didn't reply to my greeting. "Coffee, Mr. Honduras?" "Yes. Black as always." I hurried down to the coffee machine and filled up the cup with a thick, black latte. Mr. Honduras slipped once that he loved my coffee and how I made them. Till now, I didn't know how good my coffee was because I made them as good as I could. A black liquid and a spoonful of sugar. I carried the mug and the saucer down to his table. "Your coffee." I placed it on the table and turned away to print

Ever since that day Megan caught Neil and I making out, I avoided Neil like a plague, and I'm glad he respected my decision. Our conversations were monotone and I reduced the way I saw him. Sometimes I wondered what happened between him and his mother to warrant him asking what if I'd lie to my mother. I contemplated asking Jim, but concluded it might be personal to him. Of course, I had to tell my friends what happened to work that day. They all laughed and tried to cheer me up, saying Megan was a big bitch. I left out the part where she lashed me with words and made me cry on my pillow for weeks. I was stronger now. Dropping Mr. Honduras—I switched back to calling his last name because, according to Megan, I shouldn't be formal with him. And I couldn't agree more. After dropping his coffee, I hurriedly turned back to the door to face the screen of my laptop till he needed me to do one thing or the other. He stopped me. The last time he stopped me, it didn't end well. I turned

Another pang of bullet hit my skin. It hurt hard, but I had to take it. I tousled in bed and pushed my comforter. He was coming for me. I knew he was. Running with a sickle was a man dressed in black. He always came for me, ready to rip my soul. I'd fidget and try to run, but most times, this man was more powerful. Then, I'd wake up dripping in sweat, panicking like a wounded dog, my comforter long gone, thrown to the floor by my constant turning. I sat up and tried to collect myself together. Nightmares never left my nightlife from when I was little. I always suffered a bad dream, with that man always at my back. Whenever I was awake, I couldn't go back to sleep. I picked up my phone and stared at it. I logged in to I*******m and viewed almost all of Megan's pictures. It was taken at the mall, her friends trying to suggest to her which clothes to try. I sighed. That wasn't who I wanted as a wife. I saw that Zina was online and I scrolled down to check what the time was. I th