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

Chapter 43

Angelica

It was raining heavily and almost dark but there were so many customers that I couldn't breathe an air of relief and reach the school in time. I know Sandro will be very disappointed with me today. I wouldn't be able to watch his performance. Nancy my helper reported sick yesterday and she hasn't been able to come to the shop since then. It has been almost nine years since I have opened my flower shop at the outskirts of the city. I organise flower decorations for marriages, social events and ceremonies. Office job was unsuitable for me though I am university graduate because of the injury in my leg. I can't stand or walk for long distances and walking in heels is something beyond the point.

Closing the windows of the little room attached to the aisle of flowers set for display, I peep out of the window to take a look at the adverse climate. My face is already soaked wet. Picking up the hand towel hung on the stand beside the bathroom I wipe my face and look at my wrist watch. It is already seven in the evening and I haven't left the shop as yet. Sandro will be very angry. It has been raining cats and dogs since today morning and there is no forecast of stoppage at least for the next twelve hours as per the meteorology department.

I collect my car keys and handbag from the table close by to leave to school when there was a bell ring at the entrance. Hush! Another customer, "Madam, a bouquet of Red Roses please...." A man of around the age of twenty five years, drenched in rain was standing at the entrance of the shop holding an umbrella. "The shop is closed for today." I tell him politely. "Please madam....just one bouquet of any kind of roses available. This is my last chance to please my girl friend." He urges me. I make an inaudible sigh and look inside the shop. Coming back to the entrance, I hand him a bouquet of white roses. "This is the last thing that is left in roses. The shop has been very busy since morning and there is no stock of any other kind of flowers." I tell him with regret. "Thank you so much. These flowers are no less beautiful." He eyes the roses in his hand and tells me in happiness.

"All the best for your love" I tell him and lock the door when I hear my phone ring from an unknown number. "Hello mom" I hear the cheerful voice of my son. "Mom I am at Abigail's house and this is her dad's telephone number. He will be sending you the house location and you can come here to pick me up."

"But Sandro..."before I could speak further the line got cut. Shit! Today is one of the most disappointing days of my life. I was driving according the directions sent to me on the phone and after an hour of seeking out the address I was slowly moving to Newyork's richest localities. Big mansions followed by huge lawns, lot of greenery made the habitat look opulent and brought me back the unforgettable memories of the past. I guess Abigail's father must be really loaded. After my marriage failed, I never happened to live in such rich localities and those uninvited emotions are slowly getting me perplexed.

I stop my car in front of a stylish looking palace. The security at the gate stops me and I handover him my details. He speaks to someone on the phone and then I was immediately guided inside the mansion. From the gate was a long concrete driveway with a green pastures and huge trees on either side to the entrance. To the left was a breathtaking view of flowers in different colours and varieties, I couldn't stop chasing my eyes. Abigail's father is a person of means. I couldn't stop thinking.

I ring the calling bell and within the blink of an eye the door opened and in came the view of barefooted prehensile and shapely toes of a man. I inhaled heavily getting a bit paranoid. His pure male scent ventured my nostrils invoking nostalgic emotions that unsolicited resurface after more than a decade. Why am I feeling like this? "I am sorry for bothering you this late. Actually I was struck in the traffic, you know...because of the heavy rain." I try to apologise raising my head to look at the 'gravitus personality' standing in front of me and then....MY WORLD STOPS.

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The coldness that I did not feel all this while suddenly strikes looking at him after years of quake. My hands and legs start shivering and I was about to give up when he suddenly gets forward and holds me in his warm, protective embrace. Breathing deep my face comes into contact with his thick mane covering the sculptured chest and concealed masculinity. I close my eyes gasping the moment and felt the thirst of years had been quenched. "Get inside, you may catch cold." He states in his mannish hoarse voice and brings me inside the home handing me a towel.

"Can you call Sandro, I am already late and I need to get home." I tell him trying to catch my lost breath that got disoriented by his jacked touch. "Is that all you have to say meeting your husband after more than a decade?" My ears perk out hearing his accusing words. "You are not my husband. We parted our ways which happened more than a decade back and it is unjustifiable to speak to a woman like this when you are married to someone else." I tell him pulsating trying my best to keep every cell in my body under control.

The next second he was in front of me holding my upper arms in an iron grip like a wild wolf. The beautiful eyes of enveloping chocolate browns had now shrads of blackness enraged with fury as though they were going to burn me to ashes. I couldn't muster the courage to meet his optics. "You say you are completely fair in your doing but all you did was never try to contact me or meet me. How dare you hide my son from me and on the contrary you blame me with all the falsified accusations of remarriage and betrayal." He threw his words to me like stones in a coal house. "I thought I lost you after I found that body soaked in blood at the end of the forest." His voice almost broke at the conclusion of sentence but was quick enough to recollect himself. "What is your explanation to this?" He admonishes getting his voice low but with underlying command and force.