Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best smutty novels .TXT) 📕

“The company is safe. Once more.”

My announcement gives Lydia a chance to breathe easy again, at least for a few moments until the fire alarm goes off again. The one that expresses in a figurative sense the matter of how much it costs to carry this forward, even with the advantages that the transformation involved has allowed thanks to our entry into the Ferrari firm and with all the difficulties that its departure also implied.

Joshua also did his thing. He quit his job at Starbucks and a couple of months ago he opened his own online video game store which seems to be going quite well, precisely because he already knew this market as a consumer before. He still is, but now he is also an entrepreneur and the income that I was able to guess a long time ago where he came from is yielding him well.

Also, that check for one hundred thousand dollars that he sent me and I referred him to be able to hold the directory for one more month. Little by little the business was able to grow, apart from what Leonardo marked. It took long fights with our lawyers, he tried to contact me, I rented an apartment somewhere else and he even tried to harass my psychologist without any success until finally, he sent me a letter of farewell and also of mercy, because of course He tried to drown me with the company until finally, he decided to give up his clenched fists on my neck and with Lydia we have been able to spend the usual days.

We were able to take on two other people at night to get to the top of the orders in the best possible time since although the machine has allowed us to increase our production to industrial levels, we still had to modify the logistics, the preparation work, and the advertising measures so that the “optimal” income does not become a “lousy” income. At the end of the day, I have been able to learn something from the teachings of the directory regarding concepts that I did not even know existed.

“You don't know how happy I am to see that it has been resolved,” she tells me after our social media people have finally been able to control the barrage of critical messages that came because of a manufacturing flaw in a piece of fabric which led to the lace of the latest line of underwear sets being issued with a very unattractive seam at the height of the vagina. They've been sent an extra set and we've been able to talk client by client to make up for the damage,” I tell Lydia. Still, we have not been able to please everyone.

"There were more than fifty thousand pieces sold," she declares.

“Fortunately, some were bought by the same person and the calls were reduced. In addition, there were stores that bought several thanks to wholesale. Maybe there were more than seven thousand calls…”

“In two days?”

“I have not slept at all.”

“Go to rest, I'll take care of checking the extra pieces.”

“Some were not entirely happy and reluctantly left a comment on our online store,” I tell her.

"We can't make everyone happy. Go to rest.”

"Just a nap on the couch and I'll be right back, okay?"

“Of course. Try to get repaired.”

I smile and walk away.

However, my mobile starts to vibrate wildly. There are those who are leaving me hateful messages on Instagram, others who send me tons of emails berating me about what just happened with the outfits. Most of them are some with whom I spoke a few hours ago! And they do this, stupid fucks! My sales will be irreversibly affected if I get a lousy rating!

When I stop a taxi, I keep thinking of something I can do to fix it, but my mind can only remember Leonardo's letter.

Something that I googled and did not find in the results, was the sole merit of your creativity.

I remove the data from my mobile and read it for the umpteenth time after telling the taxi driver the address where I am going:

Teach me.

Maybe I'm not the best at loving.

Maybe I have a lot to learn.

Perhaps you are more valuable to me than I am to you.

Maybe I screwed up again.

Maybe you already discovered that I don't know how to do this well.

Maybe you have other plans and I'm not part of them,

but I'll always be looking for someone like you.

By your side, I felt young.

By your side, I felt free.

At your side, I learned what it is to want to leave everything,

and that nothing more is worth it.

I tried.

Did you try?

You gave me a chance.

And another.

And another one.

Until you disappeared and I despaired.

Taking this to realize