Page 64 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“I would really like that.”
We sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the view and each other’s company. Finally, Jackson turns to me and says, “So, what’s the occasion for this surprise visit? Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart, I love seeing you here and I love that you took time to come over but is everything okay?”
“I just wanted to see you,” I say, feeling a little silly now that I am here.
He smiles and pulls me into a hug. “Well, I’m glad you did. I missed you. I was about to call you.”
I snuggle into his embrace, feeling happy and content. At this moment, all my worries about our age gap, my dad and work fade. I am just grateful to have him in my life.
He looks down at me and discovers my fishnet stockings. He lifts my dress and exposes my skin. His eyes widen in surprise and desire as he takes in my outfit. I lean forward, my lips just inches away from his. His arms snake around my back and draw me closer. I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His eyes lock with mine. His lips are so close now that I can almost taste them. I close my eyes and feel his soft lips brush against mine. His hands move up my sides and I shiver in anticipation. His fingertips find their way to my waist, pulling me close as he deepens the kiss. His mouth is hot and passionate, and I can feel his heart beating faster. We kiss until the desire between us is too strong to be held back. He lifts me with his strong arms and carries me to his bed.
After a fever pitch of pleasure, we finally gasp and fall into a blissful state of satisfaction. Panting and content we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
***
I can hear a phone ringing in the distance. I grab what I think is my phone and check for messages. When the phone does not unlock, I realize it is not my phone that I have in my hands. But too late, I see the text that pops up on the screen. All I can read is: “Jackson, I missed you last night…” The text is from Melissa.
I shake myself and feel right awake in just seconds.
Who is Melissa? Tears roll down my cheeks. All I can think about is that he betrayed me. He lied to me again. I need to get out of here. Away from him.
As I walk through the fancy lobby, I feel like an outsider. This place is so much nicer than my home. I start to feel like I don’t belong here with all these rich and beautiful people.
Jackson and I don’t belong together.
I am too young and inexperienced for him. We are in different stages of our lives. We have different goals.
He is handsome and has so much money, he can have any woman he wants. Why would he ever choose me? It must have been all a game for him. A fun vacation affair.
My thoughts keep racing as I walk out of the building and onto the street. What else is he hiding? It was a mistake to trust him again. I realize that I need some space to think and figure things out, so I decide to take a walk around the city. As I walk, I try to clear my mind and focus on the sights and sounds around me.
But my thoughts keep coming back to Jackson and the mysterious Melissa. My heart has been shattered into a million pieces. I can’t stop crying. How can he play with my trust, again?
I stumble back to my place, my eyes blurred with tears. I can’t believe this is happening. I thought Jackson was different. But here I am, alone and heartbroken.
I take a long, hot shower, hoping it will wash away some of the pain. But as I get out and dry off, the tears start to fall again. I crawl into bed and curl up in a ball, feeling like my world has ended.
How could he do this to me? How could he just throw away everything we had together? I thought we were meant to be together forever, that we had something special. But I guess I was wrong.
The tears keep flowing as I lie there, lost in my own despair. I don’t know how long I stay like that, but eventually, exhaustion takes over and I fall asleep, still clutching my pillow.
When I wake up, my eyes are puffy, and my head is throbbing. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. But as the fog clears, I start to realize that I can’t let this defeat me.
I won’t let Jackson’s betrayal define me. I won’t let him have that kind of power over me. I am stronger than this, and I will rise above it.
Slowly, I get out of bed and start to get dressed. I put on my favorite outfit, the one that always makes me feel confident and beautiful. I do my hair and makeup, taking my time to make sure everything is just right.
As I look at myself in the mirror, I start to feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe things aren’t over for me, yet. Maybe there’s still a chance for me to find happiness.
But even as I say this to myself, I know that this is a blatant lie I am telling myself to feel better.
I mentally try to compare Jackson to Mike, hoping it will make it hurt less but that just makes me feel worse.
Chapter 18
The Big Gesture
Jackson
