All Chapters of Obsession Of The Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

" But I want to make it work, guys! "I stubbornly insisted, whining again. "Not that I'm wanting the guy to be the love of my life, but it's very sad not to have anyone to count on in this life. I mean, having friends is not really like having a love. You've already been married, you know what I mean. "I sighed, looking at the sky. "I just wanted to get home and have someone to talk to about my day. I wanted to tell someone about how I believe that aliens exist and that we are controlled by them. I wanted someone to tell me to watch old movies and give my critical analysis of the history of the movie. I wanted someone like...”I stopped talking. Because I was describing Flynn, imagining a life with him, based on what we lived at the time. I shook my head to ward off my thoughts, but they still stood there, as if exposed in a window. That was crazy. A madness without any size. Because I had already been involved with many men, and none of them woke me up that way. None of them made me

At the end of the night, I literally had to be carried home, because I was not in a psychological condition to climb stairs or unlock a door. But somehow my friends managed to get me inside and waited until I locked the door to go to their homes. My apartment was silent, and even staggering I still had enough coordination to pick up my cell phone "to the moment forgotten on the shelf at home to prevent me from sending several messages to Flynn" ignoring several notifications to open my Facebook.My friends had posted sequences of photos of us and several stories. Luckily in all of them I was very presentable and nothing changed by alcohol, and there were many complimentary comments. Among the people who liked the photos was Flynn, and he also commented on an emoticon with heart. Immediately I closed the application and entered WhatsApp, where the last message had been from him wishing me a good fun. Entering the application, my vision was cloudy and patchy trembling, even so, I ended

"Hi, creature" I spoke with an air of embarrassment, not knowing how to greet you.We were strangers who abused an overwhelmed familiarity. We knew almost nothing about the other, and this was very evident to his eyes landing on me and a singing smile appeared on his lips. Apparently, he was as awkward as I was. However, there was a glow of fascination in his green irises. I felt flattered to realize that he seemed delighted to see me. It meant that all the hours of housekeeping had served for something, after all.Or that my hope about the special bath was not as illusory as it seemed."I think that way I'll never stop feeling like an Alien," he replied humorously, leaning over to kiss my cheek and his silky hair slipping against my face. So up close, as he straightened up to move away, I noticed that the strands of his unshaven beard were short and of a darker tone than his hair, almost the same medium brown as his eyebrows. I think at that moment my heart stopped for a thousandth o

We were now passing through large and square houses, from one of the most expensive condominiums in the city. In the big city, I was used to dealing with people who bragged about the amount of money in their accounts. So it was not new to me to know that the people of that neighborhood "even located in a forgotten city in the countryside" were the most superb and stupid of all the others. Flynn was happily telling me about the clients he had made in that region, and I pretended to pay attention, mentally noting that the best way to convince him of some genuine interest would be to massage his ego, letting him tell about his work and his career. Flynn was no different from any man, after all."This was the house where a father murdered his son and killed himself soon after," he said out of nowhere, and I was scared, because I really wasn't paying attention to anything he said. "I'm sorry to talk about something so heavy.”I took a look at the house. She was covered by the shadows of a

Flynn touched one of his elbows to his knees, tilted his body forward, in order to touch the side of his face in his hand, and his hair slid smoothly as he studied me."What is your analysis of me?”I watched him.I knew he was a rich man who tried at all costs to fit into a basic and normal life. I knew he had a heart hurt by the end of the marriage and couldn't find someone who represented more than his ex-wife. I knew that he had only called me to that meeting because I didn't believe that there was anyone in the world to support the bizarre things he found interesting, and that he could believe in even stranger and more alarming things. I knew everything about him. I just still couldn't get his blood type because I didn't know which doctor he was going to. Still, I made an effort to pretend that I knew nothing, or that I had just attacked the superficial of what he was telling me that night. Because I didn't want him to run away. I still had to have him in my hands until he realiz