A billionaire's love {Falling for the Billioanire}

nd I knew not to disturb her when she rested. So, I passed em

y drowning himself with a half empty glass of wine. "out" I s

ve the rest for another time" I dragged the box from him and headed for the kitchen. "I decided to take a weekend off w

d not hear you with all

ning in New Yo

to attend." I responded nearly at the door. "Hmm, be

having a good day and the slightest of negatives would have ruined it. I was not having it; I will not be silenced by his silence. "Have you heard the news mister?" he looked at me through the mirror, "surely you must have heard something" I said, a little frustrated that he was ignoring me, "it's just a few blocks away miss, we don't have to talk" his crocked voice conquered the car and I learned immediately as taught by my nose that he might have been drinking. "Are you drunk mister?" my driver turned on the radio. "You seriously cannot be drunk on a ride right now" he increased the volume the radio. A loud tasteless sound comes through the speakers at the rare,

ut the song as he sang with his eyes closed as we approac

e music, the car, they had stopped and for a moment, nothing made a sound. "don't rate me" he said as I heard the car lock click. I couldn't feel my legs, my hands w

I stared down his vehicle till it completely disappea

umbers of protesters across the country. Days like this one made you feel the cold of the world around you. After what had just happened to me, I wondered if I was safe, if New York was safe for me. And Paul, what was he thinking bringing these tickets to me at a time such as this? Did he not care about me? Why was he so calm when the world aro

s I paid for the clothes at the counter "what was that?" the cashier asked frantically. Everyone was on edge; the world was burning, and I was alone in it. I needed so much to be home but how? That uber driver was still on the loose, the walls, they seemed to cave in, they seemed to want me, they had me. I was going t

y, I must hav

y things as we walked out the mall to an uber ride that was not him (the previous driver). He made sure of it. As we drove back home, I wanted more than anything to talk to Garry, wher