My seductive billionaire

XI. A before and after.

It had been 3 days since I had seen Nathaniel, when we were going to that Halloween party, but in the end we decided not to go and take some pictures for my project which was due in a week.

This morning I had received a gift from Nathaniel... a beautiful loose dress down to the ankles in white with black dots, a red belt and sandals of the same color.

I had been ready for hours because I was dying of nerves. In a few minutes Nathaniel would come to take me to I don't know where, although by my dress it could be a quiet or relaxing place... or so I hoped.

I was so nervous that I couldn't stop moving my foot, it was then when my cell phone vibrated and I got a message from Nathaniel telling me that I had arrived. Without further ado, I took my bag and put my cell phone in it and left my house closing the door behind me.

On my way out, I found Nathaniel with a beautiful lying in a black Lamborghini staring at me, "I knew you were going to look great with that look.

"Thank you daddy." I knew you were going to look great in that look, Daddy.

"You're welcome little one, come on up, we're going to be late."

And so I do, I sit in the passenger seat, and when I close the door to my surprise, Nathaniel kisses me passionately.

"I missed you," he says on my lips.

"And I missed you." I can't help but open my eyes, and focus on Nathaniel's eyes, which are shining.

" I want you to blindfold yourself, it's a surprise where I'm going to take you."

He explains to me as he takes off the tie that adorned his beautiful suit.

I turned my back to him so he could put on my tie and I was left in a huge darkness.

"Ready!"

Nathaniel starts the car, and I can't help but get more nervous not knowing where Nathaniel was taking me.

A forest.

Park.

Hotel.

I had so many questions in my head that it was even suffocating.

"Little girl, talk to me, I don't want you to dive into your thoughts." Nathaniel takes my hand and caresses it softly.

"Daddy, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Can I have a clue?"

"Ummm, a lot of people find it relaxing, and others not so much."

What?

Running?

Riding a bike?

You don't help control my anxiety Nathaniel O'Donel!

***

I don't know how much time had passed, as I tried to get information out of Nathaniel to no avail, until finally the car stopped.

"We are here, my little one."

His little girl was like music to my ears, but more music to me was the fact that he had already finished the tour.

"Can I take off my blindfold?"

"That's fine."

I couldn't wait any longer and I took it off, finding...

The sea.

But in front of us there was a boat, Nathaniel was looking at me excitedly, studying all my expressions.

"Will we talk about our contract on a boat?" I asked confused.

"Yes, we need privacy and something relaxing."

I nodded my head and walked to the boat, it was really beautiful, beige leather chairs, a bathroom, a mini bar, the kitchen and at the back you could see the driver's place, where no one could be seen.

"Do you by any chance know how to drive this thing?"

"Yes," Nathaniel answered and went to the driver's area where we started to set sail.

The wind, the sea, the soft zephyr wind made me feel so free....

A few minutes later, when we were far from land, Nathaniel stopped and looked at me.

"Do you want something to drink, wine, champagne... anything?"

"Champagne."

I think it was best to have a little alcohol in my blood to know what to do about Nathaniel, the contract and this strange relationship.

That's when I snapped out of my thoughts as Nathaniel offered me a glass of champagne.

"Grace..." I murmured, taking the glass between my hands and then bringing it to my lips and taking a small sip.

"Okay, what do you say we get started?" Nathaniel asks me, leading me to a table to sit down and I take the opportunity to take the contract out of my bag and his is already on the table.

"Is there anything you don't like about the contract?" Nath adds, asking me.

"About the point where if I get pregnant you have the right to refuse, to answer for the baby..., I think it's a strong point, we are having s*x and one of the consequences of this is that I can get pregnant."

"Yes, I know, it was a point that one of my friends made, to protect me."

"From me? or from whom?" I asked offended, who was this i***t taking me for?

"It's just that you never know what kind of girl you will meet in life..." he excused himself, staring at the contract.

In a way, that offended me, what kind of girl was I to him?

"You're kidding me, right? -I mumbled more than annoyed."

"Don't take it so hard Maeve, it's no big deal."

"It's no big deal? It's no big deal!" I yelled, "Of course it's a big deal, there's no trust between the two of us, what the f**k do you take me for, you think you're a big deal because you have thousands and thousands of dollars on your debit and credit card?! Does that make you feel better than me?"

"Maeve! It's not a big deal, stop the nonsense, this is all about s*x, if you don't like them, don't sign, period!" Nathaniel yells at me annoyed, at that moment I wished I was on land and not here to run away.

"I want to leave. I don't want to see you again in your life, did you hear me?" I muttered angrily, feeling my eyes stinging, almost on the verge of crying, trying not to make evident the great pain Nathaniel had caused me, "I don't want any s**t that's yours." I tell him while I take off my dress, the strap, my shoes and from my purse I throw him my debit card.

"I hate you Nathaniel, no wonder I had to find you a Sugarbaby, you are such a horrible person, so shitty that I highly doubt anyone would want more than s*x with you." I added as I wiped away my tears.

After having said this, Nathaniel's countenance changes. He walks up to me, grabs my shoulders and looks at me, his eyes so angry that I'm afraid to continue talking to him.

"You will never say that to me again." He yells at me more than angry.

My legs falter and I fall to the ground in fear, as he starts walking from side to side, but I quickly try to get back up.

"You don't understand, I... I don't know how to do it. Is that so hard to understand?" Nathaniel tries to explain and to my surprise, he starts to throw his glass on the floor, so close to me, that I startled backwards, and I stumble over something and fall to the floor hitting my head.

"Maeve! Maeve! Are you okay? s**t, you're bleeding." I hear Nathaniel say to me in the distance, "little girl... don't go to sleep, will you?

But it's impossible, my eyes from one moment to the next don't close.

It had been a few weeks since that incident, on Nathaniel's boat, after that I had woken up in the hospital more than sore and with stitches.

And also... alone.

Miraculously in the hospital they accepted not to call a legal guardian when they saw me alone, I was not only in pain physically, but also mentally, I was so sore and hurt, not so much because of the strong blow and the stitches, what had happened between Nathaniel and me, had marked a big before and after in my life... I didn't even know what was going to happen.

I had never seen Nathaniel like that..., so enraged, I could even say that he acted irrationally, until now I could say that I was afraid to have anything with him, even though I liked his company by my side, his smell and how he made me feel... if he was a bad person for me, I would do everything possible to get away from him.

As my mother once said, "Never expect something from someone, you will be happy, and much less if that person doesn't value you, because they would never go through that fear of losing you."

The stitches on my scalp, were already healing, and I had already returned all the things Nathaniel had given me, even the dress he had left me in at the hospital so as not to return me from so far away in my underwear.

The dollars that were on my card had already returned to his, I wanted nothing to do with him, the workshop that he had given me to start making my designs, part of the few profits I had made were sent to him so I would not owe anything to that man. I wanted nothing more to do with him.

And about his promise of being able to work with big brands, yes he had delivered, now he works with a big modeling agency along with big models of high caliber like: Sisters Bella and Gigi Hadid, Kendall Jenner, Noemi Campbell....

That made me proud of myself, but I wasn't there on my own merits, but that i***t Nathaniel, who had helped me get there, but I couldn't be proud on that, since, thanks to commercials, photo assignments is that I was sustaining my expenses without needing anyone.

As much as I wanted to pretend to be strong, I was not. Inside I was hurting so much, there were times when I cried because of Nathaniel and I wanted to look for him and ask him to protect me from my immense darkness. I was beginning to miss his hands on me, his kisses, how he made me his... everything about him, even being able to sleep without the company of my demons.

Now I was in a bar with Simon and his new boyfriend Carl, a beautiful, (with all due respect), green-eyed, dark complexion, envious lips and very tall and I was tall ... but that man was a giraffe.

"Mae, so you're not going back to don papi rico?" I asked Simon taking a big gulp of his margarita, after Simon had begged me for now, I decided to accept and go out with him for a drink.

"No, I told you, and stop drinking! You're doing it because you know I still can't, I'm still on medication," I complained, taking a sip of my cherry lemonade.

"I'm sorry, Maeve, but this is in your honor!" He says in an amused tone as he smiles at me and I can't help but smile back, "That's it... Cheer up! It makes me very sad, seeing you so unhappy, if you want... I can ask my boyfriend if he wants a threesome, but I don't want to have contact with your v****a in any way," he tells me making a grimace of disgust.

And with that I can't help but let out a loud laugh.

"Simon, what are you talking about?"

And that's when my friend's boyfriend comes back from the bar with a Martini and another glass of cherry for me.

"Thank you, Carl." I say, taking my glass.

"You're welcome."

"Are you sure you don't want a splash of alcohol?" Simon asks me again for the fifteenth time.

"You're a bad teacher." I tell him in an amused tone, refusing, maybe the next day I would have a casting for a photo shoot where I think I wouldn't look good at all arriving drunk and with dark circles under my eyes.

And that's when something catches my attention, the doors of the bar open and a tall guy, with a pale complexion, black pants and an old and worn sweater, who was covering his face with the hood of it, entered the place.

His hair was black and silky, but it was tousled, but even that didn't make it look bad.

"Look! My friend Roman is here." said Carl, "Román, Romy!" I called him shouting so he could hear between all the music and the people shouting.

He looked at our table, but mainly at me. My skin crawls and I feel my heart pounding as I watch him approach us.

"Hi Romy," Simon and Carl greet him in unison.

"This is my best friend, my sister from another mother, my oldest dog, Maeve Daniell."

Without further ado, I get up from where I'm sitting and hold out my hand. He stares at it and looks at me from head to toe.

"A socialite, Carl, you sure know who to hang out with." I clear my throat to lower my hand and squeeze my Louis Vuitton bag for security. "With all those clothes are worth, I can pay half a year's rent," he complains and then sits down next to me, since there was no one else.

And with that, I can't help but look insecure.

My LV year old handbag, black strappy dress and an elegant neckline in a fold that made it look even more elegant. The dress wasn't that long, it came down to my knees and I had red stiletto toe Louis Vuitton heels where on the strap it said the name of the brand.

"Leave her alone, Romy," said Carl in a strong and demanding tone to Romy who just folded his hands and leaned against the back of the sofa.

"So what if I have brand name stuff?" I mumbled annoyed when I was able to come out of my little trance while looking at the gold rings on my hands.

"So, the little rich girl has claws, wow," I exclaimed.

I decided to just roll my eyes at him indifferently to take another sip of my drink and then lift him up, "I'm going to the bathroom.

I didn't wait for any response from either of them and simply started walking towards a sign indicating that the bathroom was there. As I entered the bathroom, I walked towards the sink and looked at myself in the mirror to try to fix my makeup and relax a little bit from the anger I had.

But who did he think he was to talk to me like that?

If he knew that even though I was wearing designer clothes, it didn't mean I didn't have needs... otherwise I wouldn't have met that i***t Nathaniel.

I feel someone enter the bathroom, while I keep my eyes fixed on my purse as I put my lipstick away, as I turn around to head towards the exit my body collides with someone's.

"Excuse me." I mumble in confusion.

"No problem."

It can't be...

When I look up at the person I bumped into, it's no more or less than...