Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

Chapter 9

”I would have expected it from anyone, but from you? It's a joke? Please tell me that is not true. Please tell me it isn't!”

“Jo…Joshua, maybe we should talk about it in person.”

My knees and jaw tremble as I feel my brain and heart being squeezed to a merciless limit as I back up to one of the couches and fling myself on it thinking of the chances that Leonardo has paid him a visit. That would be synonymous with a horrific reality ready to engulf me.

However, I end up agreeing to steady myself on the desk first rather than collapse as I listen to him speak: —I never “thought you would do something like this in my life, I thought you had other interests, I thought this meant something else to you.”

"Please let me explain.”

"What are you going to explain? Is it really worth giving an explanation for something like that? It's not going to be that you later regret i”t.

"I am sorry!"

”Oh yeah? Do you not realize the damage you’ve  done to me?”

My voice breaks and I try again to contain the crying that begins to push with all the strength to be fired from my throat.

"Please Joshua!"

”Do not regret! It's not worth doing it, what's done is done!”

”Then...?”

”Then, I'm not going to give it to you even if you have an exchange ticket.”

Suddenly in my head a series of steps appears that jump and are no longer part of the rest of the steps in the conversation.

"'Change ticket'?" I ask, choking.

“Of course, darling. Don't even think I'll give it to you! Although you have repented, you know how to make me the happiest man.

"Uh…" why isn't he angry? I begin to read the tone of his words better, sensing that he's not angry but surprised. “Joshua, can you be a little more clear and tell me what exactly we're talking about?”

"What are we talking about? I'm talking about Milan!”

“Damn! So yes, you know.”

"Joshua, I…”

"I love you, I love you, thank you." You are the most perfect woman there can be.

"I... Yes..." Think, Iggi, think of something good before you screw it up all the way, find some explanation once and for all." Of course... Yes, I insist. Could you please tell me if it's ok or do you prefer something else...? The thing is, I do have an exchange ticket and maybe…”

”Are you kidding me? I'm lovin’ it! I thought you hated that I play PlayStation.”

”Huh?!”

”Or as you call it ‘little games’. I think something in your heart said while you were in Milan that you wanted to apologize or whatever. In truth, the one who should apologize is me.”

Honestly, I hate when he plays those things! I don't understand how he can spend so many hours in front of a screen goofing off with his friends on weekends! But... I have given him a latest model, apparently, from Milan?

"Joshua," I murmur. “Did the PlayStation arrive late?”

”So it seems or so the delivery man said. Next time, try to get me home, please, so I don't have problems at work. But you have made me very happy.”

For god's sake.

He did it.

The!

But why would I give my boyfriend a present? A gift that is exactly something I HATE! Something he takes very seriously, but it's too hard for me to understand and probably sooner or later it will be another reason for a fight because it irritates me too much.

I'm sure Leonardo did it, he sent it. Leonardo sent the blessed gift to Joshua, but why would he send that to my boyfriend, knowing it would make him so happy?

Sure, but I hate it.

One moment.

So he did it for that. To fight hard with him! HOW THE FUCK DID LEONARDO KNOW WHERE MY BOYFRIEND WORKS, HOW HE KNEW I DON'T TOLERATE HIS FASCINATION WITH VIDEO GAMES, AND WHAT'S EVEN WORSE, HOW LEONARDO KNEW ABOUT ME AND MY REAL NAME?

This time I do feel my blood pressure drop.

"Honey, are you still there?"

Joshua's voice is an alarm signal in my head.

"Y-yes," I mumble. “I must leave you and continue working.”

At that moment, someone knocks again on the door outside my office. Judging by the manner and because no one else is out, I think I know who it is.

"Y...yes...love.Me too.”

"Is everything okay with you?"

I try to correct the tone of my throat.

"Y-yes."

"Okay, I'll see you at home. LOVE YOU!”

It doesn't even take me to answer when he's already hung up and they knock right back.

"Yes, Lydia?" I murmur.

"Iggi…"

She opens the door as if submerged in fear.

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