The Return of the lover boy billionaire

father had given us hours off of work for us just to g

erson would probably poison her food, but I've decided to learn more about her and who knows maybe even be her friend, you may say

s a job well done. Just as I was plating my masterpiece Mario came down in sweatpants and a bare chest. I can te

I stare at his open chest, beautiful with horrid humo

hese", I said as he huffed and puffed and

", he asked as he watered at

ied a man who has no heartbeat",

just say", he

s he let me go. He wiped it away and left me alone for the

I told him as I ate my ba

d out to him letting him know

walls to see him chowing down on my pancakes and bacon. I smiled

into a checkered white and black skirt put

rs and I saw him cho

assumed as to how fa

ssed in my work attire. He walked closer and closer to

d went against my curled wisps of hair in the front. As he leaned forw

learned to handle, and not caring I had mastered, but feelings hurt and I couldn't live with it. I couldn't breathe he made me feel imitat

the cold, breeze. The man tipped his hat to me as

se", I said as I searched for my

with a strong S

neaked glances at me every second he could. If I didn'

y as he thanked me and drove me away, there was some

made my way to the elevator

an't go in there", he sa

d only been there at work. I owned 30% of the company as my mother and father had created it together

se me, yet I knew I needed the money

im. He wouldn't let me touch a single thing wi

e of the contract. And if I didn't there would be punishmen

ER WA

just skip the c

She smiled shyly as she led me inside, she opened the door and he acted joyful to see

oke as he turned around to f

her seats. He shut the curtains as he turned around.

ched. never fight back was my one rule. The chair flew across the room endi

hard hand grabbed my neck and picked me off the chair. I coul

e flung me across the room. I was as skinny as a twig because of how many ti

st was the talk, how could someone I had loved, someone who had taken me to th

gut. He moved to the bookcase and he knocked over the books all

as I gathered myself feeling the sharp pain in my stomach as I tried to pull myself up as he found amusemen

covered myself with. It had become a routine we didn't t

I remembered my bag in my father's room still. The elevator door closed and I ducked

tared at my battered wrists and let out a single tear I w