Free Romance: Two Nights with the Billionaire by Elizabeth Ward

 
     
     
     
     
    I wake with the taste of him still lingering in my mouth.
    Growling, I try to wriggle closer to the sexy beast that rocked my world last night. My whole body is still aching from the hours of pounding that Joshua put me through and I’m eager take another ride. I have never felt closer to anyone when our naked bodies are pressed intimately together. I love the feeling of emotional closeness that we have – I never knew two people could experience such wonder together. 
    It’s not until my hand reaches the edge of the bed that I fully wake up.
    I’m alone.
    Again.
    Joshua has been leaving for work earlier and earlier. I ask him to wake me before he goes but he never does.
    “You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping,” he always says. “I can’t bear to disturb you.”
    I know I shouldn’t let it annoy me, but I can’t help it. We see each other so rarely - is it too much to ask for a few minutes of his time before he goes to work?
    I stretch and sigh, feeling the annoyance draining out of me. After two years together I should be used to his constant absences. Even when we were first together and he couldn’t keep his hands off me, he was always between meetings or running late for something.
    Two years.
    Two years since that first incredible meeting in his office when he’d agreed to fund my app in exchange for a partnership in the venture. Right from the start our chemistry had been sizzling, but it was never just sexual attraction - I saw in him a fellow independent spirit. As a self-made billionaire he understood my need to make my own way in the world, to carve out my own place. And he admired it.
    Even now, when I think about that first night in his arms and in his bed my whole body tingles with heat and excitement. If I have the pleasure of growing old and forgetting everything, I hope that night is the last thing I forget.
    Joshua has made me feel things I’d never thought possible, at least not for me. And though his constant need for control can get annoying in the daylight hours, behind his closed door, between his expensive silk sheets, I belonged to him and he never let me forget it.
    I slip out of bed and step into my slippers so my feet won’t get cold on the hardwood floor. I’m not even sure why I’m getting out of bed - I have nothing to do. I remember when I was a teenager, I always thought it would be so glamorous to be a rich man’s wife or a lady of leisure.
    But in truth, it is actually kind of boring. I don’t like tennis or horseback riding and daytime television doesn’t interest me.
    Two years ago, I was a driven woman. I wanted to be successful. I went to this unknown handsome billionaire and begged for money to fund the new app I developed. Joshua agreed to be my business partner, but we also landed in bed together.
    I was able to identify the gap in the market, and with Joshua’s guidance, I programmed and designed the app to meet the market needs. 
    The app took off the second it was released. We broke all sorts of sales records in the first few weeks and the excitement was dizzying. I knew the app would be a hit but I never expected it to move so fast.
    In the first year, I made more money than I had ever even dreamed of and just over six months ago, we’d negotiated a deal to sell the app for an insane seven-figure sum.
    I am now a very wealthy woman in my own right.
    I have everything I’ve ever wanted and the days of worrying about where the next month’s rent was coming from or whether I would eat are a blur now.
    Still, sometimes I miss those days of having nothing but noodles in the cupboard for a whole week. My old roommate and best friend, Nicole, and I would talk it up like we were eating caviar, giving the noodles funny suave-sounding names like ‘oriental angel strands’. No matter how dire our finances were or how hungry we felt, we always found things to laugh about.
    Yawning, I make my way down the stairs and through the huge foyer