The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Chapter 24

Augustus

Puffing out the smoke of my cigarette I lean to the window of my bedroom and look at the twinkling lights of late night city of NewYork. Looking down, I run my hand on the beautiful necklace sitting on the table adjacent to the window. A smiling image of Angelica crosses my mind and my lips automatically twitch upwards looking at the elegant ornament. Just like the glittering diamonds, my heart also seems to dance in joy as I imagine my charming lady grace the attractive accessory.

It has been a week since Angelica released her fears to me. Though I was very sad for the psychological and physical trauma she suffered during her childhood, I also felt glad that she trusted me enough to let out the secrets she had been hiding since last many years.

Thinking about her my libido rushes and a want for a cold shower strikes me alarmingly. After a few minutes of relaxing bath, I lie on the bed and close my eyes welcoming the dreams of my Angel. As promised to her I haven't brought any girl to the office or any of my hotels. Those girls that I bedded were only a satisfaction of my physical desires. My heart belonged to Angelica and I can do anything for her.

Being a man of words I don't break promises. I am sure going to win the bet and make her mine.

For me the definition of true love is Angelica. I like everything about her including the vintage clothes she puts on to come to the office. I know she does that because of not wanting to attract any man's attention on her and to say the truth it flatters me a lot. When she kissed me I understood how strong was her passion towards me? Only thing is she doesn't want to accept it because of the problems she underwent in her young age. But I am sure going to break away each and every of her shells and restate her definitions on romance and relationships. Be mine, my cup cake....

"Good Morning Sir." Her voice gets into my ears making my head feel light in an instant from the entire work load. I smile at her and ask her to take a seat after wishing her a morning. "Tomorrow evening you will be accompanying me as my date to my parent's 30th anniversary celebrations in their lake house. Here is the necklace to put on for the occasion." I tell her in a firm voice giving no way for any argument and push forward a blue rectangular box resting on the office desk. "Finish your work an hour early because we will be leaving for dress shopping after the office." I tell her studying one of the files sitting on the office desk while having my black coffee.

Her voice comes out almost in a whisper. "Sir, this necklace appears to be very costly. I can put on something cheaper of my own and moreover...." Lifting my eyes from the file I glare at her daring her to speak further. She fidgets with her fingers shifting her weight from left leg to the right and vice versa for a few times and closes the door without saying a word while picking up the blue necklace box.

As the door clicks to a close I press the remote on my desk confirming a lock. Stretching back on my black leather chair I ease a little and spread my legs one above the other. A soft smile was enveloping my features. For the effect I have on her.... I thought closing my eyes with a feeling of contentment.

Soon it was five in the evening. I grab my coat resting at the back of my chair and move to her office in swift long strides. "Are you ready?" I ask her buttoning my coat. "Yes sir." She replies courteously and follows behind.

For the next two hours we were thumping the costliest market of Newyork city. Angelica grew tired trying innumerable dresses in the process of getting me satisfied. Some of the dresses were too formal while others were very much revealing. I did not like either of the options. As it was a family dinner in my parent's house I did not want her dress to be too formal. At the same time it is against my taste for her to dress in something revealing.

There isn't going to be a compromise when it comes to my cup cake. She is going to be my wife very soon. The wife of Augustus Martin, one of the richest billionaires in America.

My cup cake has never been in love and untouched by a man. The reverberating truth brought happy shrills in my body. She is pure and innocent and that is how I want her to be. All the girls that I dated earlier would hardly wear any clothes when they joined me for dinners and that was like an invitation to rough sex to me. But all my declarations change when it comes to my cupcake. She is never going to wear anything showing her skin in the public.

Finally after a lot of workout my eyes halted on a turquoise colour gown. It reached below her knees looking elegant and at the same time a teeny bit sexy. Alas! But by the time Angelica was already fuming. "If you don't approve even to this dress" she points to her attire and inflates her eyebrows throwing daggers at me. "I am never going to go dress shopping with you." I smile at her cute piques and give a wink. "Well this is going to be the last dress you will put on as I approve of it."

The bust area was embellished with diamonds which would match the diamond necklace I bought for her and from the waist the dress flew freely in curls. In short my cupcake looked like a fallen angel. I want to kiss her now. It took all of my will power to not to commit the irrevocable sin. I put a straight face to her and bring out in my commanding voice. "Let us go home now and tomorrow I will pick you up from your house exactly at 6." Marking my words I clasp my hand with hers and pull her out of the busy market.

Tomorrow is going to be a long night. I smile to myself going cheesy.

The next day I reach her house exactly at six. Just then she was getting down the stairs looking elegant and gorgeous. Her dress seems to be reflecting the colour of her eyes, icy blues. She has put on the necklace I gave her along with a matching bracelet and studs. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun. Running my eyes along her perfect physique I mentally snap a photograph registering her beauty permanently in my heart. God, she is prepossessing.