Chased by the billionaire

Memories

Gwen

.I wake up with a headache reminding me why I don’t drink whiskey. It takes a while for the memories of last night to filter through my head, or at least bits and pieces of it. I remember the college kid that couldn’t take no for an answer and I remember being saved from making a scene in the club, by the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on. I can’t remember much after it.

I try to get out of the soft bed that I am in but there is an arm wrapped around me and I start to panic. I turn my head slowly, praying that I at least took an attractive man to bed with me and that we used condoms, the ache between my legs telling me that more than just kissing happened. The man behind me is the attractive stranger from last night and I let out a breath of relief but quickly turned my head away from him when I realized that I definitely have morning breath and mixed that with the whiskey from last night, I can’t imagine how bad it is.

I slowly lift his arm from me and slide out of bed while sliding the pillow into my place. When he doesn’t stir, I quickly start looking for my clothes. I find my bra on the floor at the foot of the bed and my skirt torn at the side of it. What the fuck were we doing last night? My shirt is at the door with the buttons torn off and I want to scream but refrain from doing so. I need to get out of here before he wakes up but I can’t find my damn panties and I can’t go running out here in just my bra. I look at the shirt thrown over the chair at the table next to the bed. I know he might also need it but at least he has his pants! I have nothing, not even panties and I really liked those panties. It was the red lingerie set I had bought to surprise Cedric yesterday, at least it came into good use.

I quickly put his shirt on and grabbed my shoes, my purse from the table and my torn close. I open the door softly and then slip out hoping he won’t be coming after me. I need to get home and make sure that piece of shit is out of my house and then get ready for work. Today is going to be one long ass day with the hangover trying to break my skull in two.

Luckily no one is out and about at five in the morning and we chose the hotel right across the road from the club. I make my way to my car still parked on the side of the road and take a deep breath before I start my car and drive away. On the way home I keep thinking that I should’ve at least left a note to say thank you or explain why I had to leave, but then I remind myself that guys like him, don’t go for girls like me. He is clearly rich and maybe a few years younger than me. He should be dating models, not some girl that lives in down side New York that just got cheated on by the man she planned to spend the rest of her life with.

When I get home, I see that Cedric’s Harley that I bought him the day my store made its first million dollars. I was so excited and that was the time that my heart still skipped a beat when I knew I would be seeing him. I take a deep breath and get out of the car. The place I call home doesn’t feel like home anymore, just an apartment where the man I thought I loved and the man I thought had loved me, lived in. It’s not a big place, a small one bedroom apartment connected to a few other apartments. It’s not much, but it was ours, until he tainted it with another woman.

I walk to the door and unlock the door. Cedric is asleep on the couch and I walk straight to the kitchen and pour a glass of water. I walk back to the couch and throw the water on his face. He jumps up screaming and throws him arms around. It takes everything in my not to laugh at him. “What the fuck Gwen?” He says, his face turning red in anger.

“I told you to be gone by the time I get here this morning. Time to go.” I tell him in a calm voice and walk back to the kitchen to place the glass in the sink.

“I’m not going anywhere until we talk! And what the fuck are you wearing? Did you fuck someone else last night?” He asks in disbelief and I realize that I am still in my one night stand’s shirt, Luckily it is big enough to cover all the necessary body parts.

“I don’t have to tell you shit, and you have no right to ask me that after what you did in MY bed! Now get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops on you!” I have had enough of this. I have given him everything. I have been the supportive girlfriend that everyone probably laughed at. I have been working my ass off and he has been sleeping around. At that thought I realize I should probably get myself tested. Maybe I should’ve taken that guy's number, that way I can at least let him know if I picked up anything from my shitty ex. I know we always used condoms because we couldn’t afford to have a child, not with me being the only source of income, but better safe than sorry.

“And where am I going to go? Baby she meant nothing to me. Please just give me another chance.” He says as he goes on his knees in front of me and I get the urge to lift my knee and bust his nose open. I can’t believe I wasted so much time on this man. The sleeping face of the man that I spent my night with flashes before my eyes and I know that I will never be able to go back to the boring ass sex I had with Cedric, from what I can remember, last night was explosive and I know I will want someone that can give me that for the rest of my life, and that someone is not Cedric.

“I said, get out of my apartment before I call the cops. I won’t be repeating myself again Cedric.” I take a step away from him and cross my arms over my chest.

“Fine, but you will be begging for me to come back soon, and I won’t be waiting around. I have been there for you when you had no one else! I am the only man that knows you inside out and soon you will realize I am the only man for you.” He says before he storms out of the door. Has he always been this delusional? Just goes to show, you never really know someone.

I walk to the bathroom and take off the shirt and my bra. I fold the shirt up and look at the dustbin, considering getting rid of all the evidence of the night before but for some reason I can’t get myself to let go of the shirt. It still smells like him and heaven help me but I can help holding the soft material of the white shirt up to my nose and taking in the scent of the most beautiful man in history. After a few seconds I start to feel silly and put the shirt on the bathroom counter and then get into the shower. The water helps my muscles relax and I take my time washing my body and then my hair.

By the time I am done in the shower, I only have half an hour to get to the store and open up for the day. I braid my hair and then apply light makeup before dressing in my favorite grey suit. I always wear this outfit when I am in a good mood and regardless of the fact that I have been cheated on and the hangover, I feel more free and energized than I have in a long time. I mean, how can I not have an amazing day when I can still remember how Mr. Sexy felt between my legs, how he brought me to one orgasm after the next. I might not be able to remember his name, but sex like that is impossible to forget, no matter how drunk I was.

I get to the store just before everyone else shows up and quickly open and make sure everything is ready for the day. I sanitize my equipment and make sure the system is up and running. Stacey, the receptionist is the first one to show up and she gives me an odd look. Stacey is a beautiful young woman that started working for me right out of school. Her father died in a robbery where he was caught in the crossfire trying to save a young woman with her little boy, when she was thirteen and the year she finished school, her mother got diagnosed with liver cancer. She had to help take care of her younger brother that was still in school and help pay her mother’s hospital bills. With her beautiful long blond hair and dark blue eyes, she makes the men come in just to get a chance to talk to her and with her sweet and loving personality, the women love her even if they men tend to steal a glance at her every now and then.

“You are wearing your grey suit and you’re humming, I guess last night went a lot better than anyone expected.” She says, clearly surprised.

“Actually, last night I walked into the apartment to find Cedric in my bed with another woman.” I tell her and want to laugh when her face scroungers up in disgust.

“Why the hell are you so happy then?” She asks me, even more confused now. “And I hope you kicked his sorry ass out of your apartment, I always knew there was something off about him.” She says, sounding like a mother hen.

“I did yes, not that he listened, he was still there this morning when I got home.” I tell her, all the time smiling like a child in a sweets store. I need to tell someone about my night and who better than Stacey?

“Where were you last night.” She asks with one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“I spent the night getting drunk and having the most amazing sex in history, and with the most attractive man I have ever laid my eyes on.” I tell her in excitement. I know most people will find it strange that I will be so open with my staff, but here we are more of a family than colleagues. Everyone working here for me has something connecting them to this place. We all come from a hard past and everyone here has played a part in making the other heal.

“You had sex with someone else?” That comes from Carina. We studied together and were roommates for a year in college before I moved out of the dorms to move in with Cedric. Carina never liked him and always told me I would be better off without him. Even at the age of thirty five, Carina has a body that makes heads turn. She has big boobs and a small waist and big round ass. She has never liked her body, always saying that she looks fat, but she hasn’t noticed how men literally stop to stare at her. Her hair has blonde and brown highlights and her whiskey colored eyes are framed by long dark lashes that most people would pay a lot of money for. “It’s about time if you ask me.”

“Good morning Carina.” I greet her with a smile and her eyes go wide when she takes me in.

“That must have been really good sex if you are dressed in that and smiling like a child on Christmas” If only she knew.