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

Chapter 37

Angelica

Augustus hasn't arrived to the office as yet. I called on his number but it was going through a voice message so I called the landline and one of his servants attended it with the information "he is down with temperature." My heart began to thud.  Will he be okay? Should I go and take care of him? What if he asks me the reason for my presence in his house? I began twisting my fingers and started pacing in my cabin. I wasn't able to think straight. My mind became a computer with questions appearing one after the other like I was attending some competitive exam.

After a few minutes an idea strikes. Yes! I fist my hand in the air and was already at his entrance ringing the bell. "I am Mr. Martin's personal assistant and I wish to take his signatures on some files." The butler nodded his head and allowed me inside. He was getting down the stairs in a casual grey t.shirt, black pants yet  looked irresistibly sexy and handsome. As charming as he always is, he appeared different today from his usual looks which I got used to over the years. My eyes wouldn't stop feasting on him. His hair was scuffled but distinct and l wish I could run my hands on it to feel its texture. There was slight stubble appearing on his face unlike the usual cleanly shaven appearance. Drinking in every bit of his well formed appearance I began to feel the goose pimples.

He sat beside me on the long sofa placed in the drawing hall maintaining a distance but close enough for me to breathe his toe curling masculine scent. 'Oh Lord! How much more of testing my celibacy against this marking Adonis? He takes the files sitting on my lap and his fingers slightly brush the skin on my legs. Cold creeps began to crawl instantaneous in my system. I gulp and look at him from the corner of my eyes playing with my fingers. My hands ache in need to get a touch of him at least for one more time even if it would last for a millisecond.

A lady dressed in a maid's uniform comes to me holding a coffee mug in a porcelain tray. I felt a bit hesitant to drink in front of my boss while he wasn't consuming anything. "Drink up." He says in a husky voice still perceiving the file in his hands. My ears perked up. After a lot of time I could finally hear him. Sweet Heavens! Can anyone in this world be as striking as him?

I take a small sip from the mug and begin to cough uncontrollable. In an instant he drops the file on the table in front and pulls himself closer to me. "Are you a one year old baby who doesn't know how to drink?" He scolds me like I was a kid simultaneously running his hand on my back. After a while the cough eases and I twiddle ones again with my fingers. "What do you want?" He asks me studying my anxious features. Shit! How does he know everything about me? "How...." I clear my throat. "How is your health?" He chuckles. 'God damn those chuckles.' "I'm fine. Now that you are here." He whispers the next sentence. I try to reach him with my hesitant, shivering hands and he gives me a look which gets me to the edge and I change the topic.

"My dad is being released from the hospital today. Can I get an hour of permission for today afternoon to drop him home?" He was now reading the contents of the file and I understood he did not hear me. 'You are a messed up idiot Angelica. Why do you always get nervous around him? Now say it again.' My sanity tries to teach me and before I open my mouth he speaks. "Pick a car of your choice from the garage. Oliver will drive you to the hospital and then to your home. Take leave for today and spend time with your dad."

I felt immensely happy for his kind gesture. 'The devil holds a heart.' With a soft smile I speak to him. "Thank you for the help but I can take my car to pick him up." Drawing out a long breath he looks at me with irritation. 'Damn Angelica! Now what did you do?'  "What you drive cannot be called a car. It is only an assemblage of a few nuts and bolts. No further arguments." He dismisses me quick and fast. "But sir..." My voice stops in mid air looking at his ferocious face. "I care for my employees more than you can imagine Ms Evans, because if you land into a trouble it is my company which is going to bear your hospital expenses. Take the car and you may leave now." He stands up putting his hands in his pant pockets leaving me with no place for an argument.

I pick the file seated on the table and mutter to myself "arrogant scoundrel." Why do I always fall for him when he cares nothing for me? His botheration is for the company losses but not for me.

"I heard it." he speaks a bit high standing behind while I walk to the entrance. I give him my dirtiest scowl pulling the entrance door open. A hand reaches my wrist and I turn around horrified. When did he reach me? Is he a super man? "Arrogant Scoundrel, Is it?" He holds my face in his big warm hands and smooches my lips.

My toes curl in a euphoric pleasure as I place my trembling hands on his chest feeling his deep stallion bushes beneath the soft fabric of his super fine cotton shirt.

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Pushing off the comforter I sit straight on the bed looking around. It was just a dream Angelica.

A smile triggers my lips. "Augustus" I call out for my husband but there was no reply. I run out of the room and call out for him ones again from the couloir in front of the stairs. "Yes baby I am here." I hear his voice from the kitchen along with the sound of the microwave beeping.

I rush the stairs quickly, run through the hall to reach the kitchen and hug him tight. He was motionless for a few seconds and then his hands slowly reach my back holding me protective in his pulchritudinous arms. "Did you have a bad dream cupcake?" He asks me softly running his hand on my lose tendrils. I don't reply him but look at him with lecher. Cupping his hairy cheeks in my hands I kiss him hard like a hungry tigress. We pull apart for a want of breath and he tells me in a mockery. "My little kitten wants something more than food now."