Billionaire’s Side Attraction

Lula Lopez

These past few days have been my happiest in a long time. I needed that trip to be away from Carlos, social media, and my mom. From the moment Javier and I stepped off the plane, my joy knew no bounds; I had butterflies in my stomach just watching him flex his muscles. The way he held my hand in his, protecting me.

The Hollywood summer air carried a misty vibe to it, but if there is anyone who is used to it, it should be me. Having originated from a Latino family, my mom made it clear that to get ahead in life, we needed to avoid home as much as possible. I did love my roots all thanks to my papa, but after his death, I was subjected to my mom’s harsh ‘truths’ about everything else but herself. It was hard to get too far away from her, since she is my manager.

As I said, from the moment Javier and I stepped off the plane, my joy was sky high. But getting ambushed by the paparazzi wasn’t something I was expecting. I mean, not even the big celebrities get ambushed like this. Although I am doing well as both a model and an actress, but I am not as popular as Carlos. Someone must have sent them, I thought.

When that girl mentioned my mom finding out about Javier, it forced me into a state of total shutdown of my brain. My mom let me date Carlos because of how popular he is in the entire world, he was the exception to her rule. Without thinking, I rambled on and on about Javier not being more than a friend. I can only imagine how he must have felt, but he should have understood me! Isn’t that what he had been doing the entire journey?

How can he just walk away from me just like that after everything we’ve been through together?

The ride to my house was mixed with emotions, from annoyance-to feeling sorry for myself-to hating my own guts-to hating Javier’s guts. I hate him for walking away when I wanted him to stay. Why can’t we just keep our relationship a secret? Why can’t everything just go back to how it was on the trip, when we were both just normal people and not food for the media to feast on.

My phone rang and the number flashing on the scream irked me to the bone. It was Carlos’s number, I knew it like the back of my hand because I had memorized it, like the idiot that I am. I grew madder at myself for ever loving him in the first place. I snatched the phone from the seat and turned off his call. I guess this new phone hasn’t gotten a hang of the fact that I already blocked his ass, so I blocked his number again.

I stopped in front of my house and got down with the help of the driver. He also brought out my luggage and I thank him. I went upstairs, Lord knows I need a shower.

As I lay in the bath tub, rubbing the leather smoothly on my skin, I couldn’t help but remember Javier’s naked body. The way he looked at me when we made love, the way he fucked me so gently yet roughly. His muscles and his chiseled chin. And most importantly, the taste of his dick in my mouth. My mouth watered just thinking about him and my pussy turned wet with desire.

I got out of the tub and rinsed myself before returning to my bedroom. The white walls were my mom’s decision, she said it screamed the word ‘superstar’… I wanted simple pink.

I sat at my dresser, swept my hair to my front shoulder and started combing through it with my fingers. I looked down at the towel wrapped around my chest. My thoughts lingered for a few minutes, then I brought my hands to the edge of the towel and pushed the heavy material off my body. My breasts came into view in my reflection in the mirror.

I gazed upon my nipples as flashes of Javier sucking on them replayed in my head. I closed my eyes and bit my lips, my legs rubbed together, craving for him. I let out a soft moan as I remembered how he thrusted inside of me.

“I’m glad you’re still thinking of me.” I heard a masculine voice from behind and I quickly gripped my towel and covered myself.

“You fucking idiot! What are you doing here?”

Carlos stood at the door, his eyes darkened with lust as he looked at my body despite me having covered myself with a towel. “We dated for so long, baby, I know your combination just as you knew mine.” A look of pride in his eyes mixed with a smile on his devilishly handsome face.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Carlos! Get your fucking things and leave, fuck you!”

“Tsk Tsk Tsk” He walked further into the room inspite of my protests. “I know you really love me, that’s why you are still so hurt. But I assure you, you are the woman I want to marry, not that dumb Celia. Just cause I gave her a little attention, she dropped her panties. She is shameless! But as for you and I, we are meant to be together. Let’s get engaged again, I promise things will be much different.”

“You must think I’m like Celia, but I don’t blame you for being a piece of shit. I blame myself for not see what you were much sooner. I’m gonna say this one last time, get out of my house, Carlos Martinez.”

His gentle eyes turned stormy and his brows turned angry. “You have forgotten who I am in the industry, I have the power to ruin your growing career by the snap of my fingers.”

“I dare you, Carlos Martinez, do you worse.”