The Billionaire's Heart

*Tina’s POV*

The alarm clock rang signalling the beginning of a new day. I groaned and turned away, trying my possible best to ignore the sound. However, since it was on repeat, the sound persisted. I reached out blindly and slammed a fist on top the machine, cutting short the noise.

I slowly got out of bed and stretched.I could feel the knots slowly loosen from my naked body. That was a nice relief. Daylight penetrated through the window, giving my room sufficient illumination. Letting out a lazy yawn, I attempted to make my move to prepare for the day when a hand clasped around my wrist. I looked down and saw Mike, giving me a lazy look.

"And where do you think you're off to, babe?" he asked, stifling a yawn.

"To get ready for work," I deadpanned at him. "And I think you should be doing the same."

Mike's grip tightened around my wrist and he pulled me towards the bed. The look on his face had morphed into a mischievous one. And the morning wood he spotted was a big indicator of what he wanted at that moment.

"Mike, come on," I grumbled. "Didn't you get enough yesterday night?"

He had sat up at that moment and his other hand moved behind me to squeeze my butt. I suppressed a moan.

"You know I can never get enough of you, babe." His brown eyes glistened in lust and his grin widened.

As flattered as I was, I had to get to work on time. If there was something I valued more than a relationship, it was diligence. I made and kept to my own rules and that was what had gotten me so far in life.

A cry of surprise escaped my lips as Mike tossed me onto the bed and hovered above me.

"It's not going to take long." He leaned towards me. "You won't be late for work, I promise."

"Mike, it's 7:30am." I frowned. "I'm to resume by 8:00."

He didn't seem to listen to any word I said. His lips were already on my neck, sucking gently.

"Mike..." I couldn't get any more words out. His teeth grazed against the sensitive spot on my neck and a moan escaped my lips. I could feel his hardness grinding against my sex. His left hand reached up and cupped my breast, squeezing it roughly. I groaned and spread my legs, giving him access and he thrust inside.

That was the thing with me. When it came to sex, all rational thinking goes out of the window. I was supposed to be at work in the next thirty minutes and I was yet to even do the basic morning ritual such as brushing my teeth.

As Mike thrust harder, I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper into me. He pinched my nipple in response and bit into my neck. I stifled a scream, not wanting to alert my witch of a landlady and give her any reason to be more of a bitch to me. Mike real eased his lips from my neck. There was definitely going to be a hickey there. How to cover it was an issue. But I didn't give a damn at that moment. All I wanted was Mike to do something no man had ever done. Give me an orgasm. All the men I'd dated since my college years till now were yet to achieve that feat, Mike included.

I could feel my orgasm approach and I was elated. If that happened, I wouldn't mind being late for work. It would be worth it. Besides, it would be my first time and I'm sure my boss would understand. My joy was short lived as I could hear Mike grunt above me. I knew what that sound meant. He was approaching.

"Not yet, babe," I groaned. "Let me—"

He cut me short as he made the final thrust with a loud groan. His hands tightened on my breasts as I felt his seed flow into me. With a final sigh, he got off me and layer beside me breathing heavily and looking at the ceiling. He had a satisfied grin on his face while I was left high and dry. Again.

"Thanks, babe," he said, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're the best."

"Right." I glared at him as stood up, making my way to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on my butt as I walked but I ignored it. I was upset at this point because I lost on both ends. I was going to be late for work and I didn't even get the mutual satisfaction.

After a quick shower, I stepped out to see Mike still on my bed. He was nearly drifting into slumber. I wrapped a towel around myself and approached the mirror.

"Aren't you going to get ready for work?" I asked, dropping the towel and applying lotion over my body.

Mike and I worked at different places. I was a cashier at the city bank while worked at a supermarket.

"Yeah?" He looked like my statement startled him out of a deep thought. "Oh, right."

He got up and walked past me to my bathroom, not before slapping my butt. I jumped up in shock and then laughed at his actions.

"Love you, babe," I called after him as he stepped into the bathroom.

"Yeah," he plainly replied and closed the door.

I was baffled by that reply. Just 'Yeah?' That was all he could say back? Then again, since we had begun dating, he had never used the L word. I never bothered to ask why. Maybe he was sensitive about it or something. I shrugged it off and dressed up. Within five minutes which was unusual by the lady standards, I was done and I set off.

*Tina's POV*

I stepped into the bank and surveyed the surroundings. Members of the staff were busy and some moved around, attending to customers. I walked towards my desk and sat down beside my colleague,Jenna. She was a petite blonde with blue eyes, pointed Roman nose and full lips adorned in red lipstick.

"You're late," Jenna pointed out as soon as my butt landed on the seat. "Fortunately, the boss is running late too."

"That's weird." I switched on the system. "Any idea on why?"

"Can't really say." Jenna shrugged, typing away on the keyboard. "But the news is she has an emergency to handle or something like that."

"Thank goodness," I muttered under my breath as the system came on.

Jenna steered away from her system and had her eyes fully on me now. There was a coy smile on her lips.

"What?" I questioned.

"Someone had a great night." She nodded towards my neck and giggled.

My eyes widened in realization. The hickey! I guess that explained why I got strange looks earlier while I was entering the building. Unfortunately, I didn't wear a scarf to cover it and my collar wouldn't suffice. I groaned and placed my head on the desk.

"Was it that bad?" Jenna asked. "Usually, when someone gets a hickey, I take it as a sign of good sex."

I raised my head and stared at her. She was squirming on her seat, itching for gossip.

"It was...okay. I think." I rubbed my forehead with a huge sigh.

Jenna didn't look convinced. However, her eyes lit up as if remembering something.

"Oh, that reminds me." She reached into her drawer. "Guess who made it to the bachelor of the week."

"I don't know. Abraham Lincoln?" I shrugged carelessly.

Jenna paused in her actions and stared at me incredulously. "You're weird." She shook her head.

I smiled back at her.

"Anyway, you're obviously wrong." She resumed her actions and pulled out a magazine from her drawer. "There you go." She dropped it on my desk. "I present to you, Alejandro Gonzalez."

I stared at the magazine. More specifically the man who was on the cover: Alejandro Gonzalez, the C.E.O of Gonzalez Industries. A power holding company that supplied electricity to seventy percent of the country and also to some cities in Mexico. He was dressed in a suit so expensive that the value could pay my rent for six months. His olive skin shone in synchronization to the camera that was used to take that photo. A mop of curly black hair adorned his head. He had a square jaw, straight nose and sharp green eyes that stared focused at the camera. There was something about those eyes. It's almost as if they were hypnotic. As if they wanted to peer into your soul. He had his signature expression. One devoid of a smile. I had never seen him smile. I had seen him several times on the news and each time he spoke, he was always direct. Never told a joke. A typical business tycoon.

"That's great." I tossed the magazine back to Jenna. "Congrats to him."

"Oh come on, you can't tell me you don't find him hot." Jenna was practically drooling over the magazine. And I prayed it was only her upper lips that were leaking. Not the lower ones too.

"There's nothing special about him." I shrugged and a gasp escaped her lips. "Besides, I have a man."

"Ah yes, Mike." Jenna rolled her eyes. "The nymph."

"Hey,watch it." I frowned at her.

"Admit it, Tina, from what you've told me about Mike severally, your relationship is mainly sexual."

"No, it's not!"

"Oh, really? What have you gained from Mike since you started dating?"

I hesitated. The question came like a time bomb. Ever since Mike and I started dating, I couldn't point my finger on anything romantic we had done. The furthest was the cuddles between us. Jenna saw my hesitation as an advantage.

"That's what I thought. Has he ever told you he loves you? Have you ever gone on a date or something? Has he ever met your parents?" she asked.

Conflicting thoughts ran within me as I pondered her question. I wanted to relent but a stubborn side of me just wanted to win the argument.

"At least I don't spend days daydreaming of a billionaire," I said. "My man is real."

Jenna faked a gasp, putting a hand over her chest. "Ouch, I'm hurt." She pouted. "Your man may be real but at least you have to gain something from your relationship."

"Like what?" I questioned.

"The green, sweetheart." Jenna grinned. "And I don't see you getting that from Mike."

"In other words, you want me to be a gold digger," I said plainly.

"Hey, in this modern world, love is a fallacy." She shrugged. "All men are only after pleasure. So why don't we ladies take advantage. If I'm to be with someone like Alejandro, he can bend me over, spank me on the ass and force me to call him daddy for all I care. As long as I'll inevitably get something out of it."

"You're weird." I scrunched up my nose in disgust at her shameless statement.

"I know." She winked.

Mrs Jones, our boss, walked in at that moment. She looked very tired and I could see the worry on her face as she walked past our desk.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" I asked.

She paused and I saw her shoulders sag a little. She turned to us and a forced smile appeared on her face.

"Well.. It's not something to discuss at the moment," she replied hesitantly. "The Bank will have to close very early today."

"What?" I was surprised. "Why?"

Mrs Jones turned her attention to some people who had looked our way. She gave them an uncomfortable gaze and then turned back to us.

"Like I said, it's not important now. Just focus on work." She said firmly and walked into her office.

"Okay, what just happened?" Jenna asked.

I shrugged. I was just as confused as she was.

True to her word and the surprise of members of the staff, we all closed from work earlier than usual. Mrs Jones had promised to give reasons the next day. What worry d me was the way she couldn't even make eye contact as she made that announcement. Well, it was a welcome development for me. I could get extra hours to be lazy and wait for my boyfriend when he got back from work. He owed me. Big time.

I was about to put the key into the lock of my door when I heard voices from within. I pulled back in surprise and then leaned my ear on the door. There was no denying it. Mike was inside. He wasn't supposed to be around until evening. And the second voice was not a man's.

I quickly unlocked the door and walked in. I heard startled sounds, followed by hurried footsteps in my room. I walked swiftly into my room to find a surprised Mike. He was bare from head to torso with his lower half clad in only boxer briefs. I narrowed my eyes.

"B..Babe," he stuttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "You're back early."

"And so are you," I replied, steadying my gaze on him. He smiled nervously as he made his way to hug me. I stopped him with a hand before he did so, perceiving a strange scent from him. Feminine.

"Mike, who were you with?" My voice was dangerously low.

"What are you talking about?" he retorted. "I haven't been with—"

"You're sweating, despite the fact that the fan is on." I cut him off and walked past him, pacing around the room. "I never knew you to use a woman's perfume and even if you did, it's not mine."

My eyes glazed with fury as I spotted a tiny piece of material at the foot of my bed. I picked it up. It was a purple thong. His eyes widened in shock as I brandished it to his view.

"And this is not mine." I was furious now.

Mike opened his mouth but no words came out. He could only stutter. I heard a sudden noise from within my closet. I walked towards it and opened it forcefully. A woman yelped in shock as she fell out. She was naked from head to toe, covering herself with what was obviously her discarded clothes. I stared at her in shock. She was a redhead and curvaceous too. I turned my attention to Mike and clenched my fists.

"Babe." He raised his hands, trying to calm me down. "It's not what you—"

"Fuck you!" I exploded in rage, picking up my hair brush and throwing it towards him with full force. It missed his stupid face by an inch.

The naked red head took the cue and bolted out of my room, but not before is pulled out one of my heels and threw it after her. Her yells of pain at the corridor meant I hit the target. I heard the living room door slam minutes later after she made her exit. I turned my rage towards the bastard who was supposed to be my boyfriend.

"You bastard!" I yelled as I attacked him with slaps. "I gave you everything! My attention! My Love! My body! But it was never enough for you, was it?"

"Babe, it's not like that." He shielded himself from my attacks. "She seduced me and I—"

"Do you know how stupid you sound right now?" I paused my attack and stared at him incredulously. "She seduced you and so you brought her to my house to fuck?! My house! It wasn't enough that you've been cheating on me, you had to do it in my house?!"

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a while. Wave of emotions flowed through me and they all connected to one thing. Murder. If this asshole stayed in my house for one more second, I would do something I regret.

"Get out." I opened my eyes.

"Tina—" Mike tried to speak.

"I said get out!" I yelled. "Get the fuck out of my house, you son of a bitch!"

I pulled out my second heel and threw it towards him. This time, it connected against his shoulder. He yelled in pain but quickly retreated as I began to throw everything in the room against him. Shoes, heels and combs. He picked up his clothes and ran out of the room. I chases him through the corridor and the living room until he was out of the apartment. He stood by the door and faced me.

"Tina, please you have to—"

"Go to Hell!" I slammed the door on his face. I heard his slow footsteps as he walked away.

Sliding down to the floor, I let the tears flow.