Madam Billionaire

“What do you mean you don’t want to come with me?”

It was just after lunchtime, and Amara was waiting for her doctor’s visit when Matteo said that he had arranged for her to come back with him.

“I’m not your burden, I’m perfectly fine without you the past few weeks. Peter is coming to get me.”

She was annoyed when he was deciding without asking her in the first place. She wanted him, badly. But not because he felt sorry for her, not because she was weak and needed him.

“Amara, you’re not fine. You’re hospitalized.”

He tried his best to convince her, but he knows words were not his strong points. He wanted her safe, he needed to know that she would be safe.

“So? I’m taking some time off I’m going on a trip with Peter. You can stop worrying about me.”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t decided.”

Matteo caressed her beautiful pale face, wishing things would be that easy between them. Maybe she was still in love with Antonio, though he truly wishes that wasn’t the case.

“Will you let me know at least? I need to know that you’re okay.” He took her hand and kissed her.

Maybe it’s for the best. Matteo thought, while still holding her hand.

Their intimate moment was interrupted by the handsome doctor. He looked young, ripped, and have a cute face with the sweetest dimples.

“How are you today Amara?” the doctor asked while looking at her chart.

“Dr. Mike, I’m better.” She smiled when he greeted him, while Matteo reluctantly stepped back and let her doctor take her vitals.

The brute underboss was jealous of her doctor, he couldn’t stand watching them converse so he decided to walk out of her room for a moment and call the club to follow up on the search of the guy who had been stealing from the club.

“… no, wait for me. Don’t let him go, he needs to know the consequences. I’ll take care of him myself. I’m going there soon as I’m done…”

He stop his words when the doctor nodded to him, as he walked out of her room. A nurse smile at the young doctor and gave him another chart and guide the Doctor to the room next to Amara’s.

She was not there when he stepped back into her room, he panicked for one second until he heard the bathroom door was being open.

“Could you help me with the top button?”

She was already wearing her jeans and a simple designer blouse with the backside still open at the top.

Matteo came up to her, while she put her hair to one side. Then he looked at her still pale white skin then buttoned the top part of her blouse. His thumb caressed the back of her neck and kissed her softly.

“I wish you would come with me.” He turned her around and caresses her face softly.

“Matteo…” she sighed and put her hand on his shirt. Then put her cheek onto his broad chest.

She hesitated, thinking maybe she should just go with her heart and go with him. But her walls were up higher since Antonio, and she didn’t want to be disappointed by another man.

“Oops, maybe I should get back later…” Peter said from her doorway.

“Peter, no… please come in. Matteo was about to leave.” She looked at him and nodded.

That was his cue, she was politely telling him to go. Matteo didn’t want to, but he was disappointed in himself.

Why is it so hard?

“Yeah, I should… I need to go to the club. Work, I have… stuff to do.” He replied awkwardly, making Peter smile warmly at him.

“I’ll take good care of her, thank you for keeping her company last night.” Peter truly thanked him. One of the nurses had told him about Matteo who had been staying with her the whole night last night when he passed by the nurse’s station earlier.

“So, you’re both good?” Peter asked while he helped her gather her stuff.

“We’re going on a trip! and you’re coming with me, reschedule all of my appointments. Dr. Mike said I need time off, so we’re making this happen. How about Dubai? just for a couple of days, you need time off from your stud.” Amara said babbling, as she didn’t want to answer his question.

Peter chuckled at her invite telling her that he’s in. He knows exactly she was avoiding his question. 

“It’ll be so much fun! we haven’t done this in ages.” She smiled widely at him.

That night they were off to Paris instead of Dubai, Peter said that retail therapy would be good for her.

Meanwhile, Matteo was drowning himself with work, well not behind the desk kind but more about beating the shit out of the guy who had been stealing money from the club.

“You know what would happen, but did it anyway? is that what you’re saying?”

The guy’s face was bloody, his nose was broken but Matteo still punches him on his stomach knowing that he was done already.

Paolo looked at his boss and told himself to never cross his boss. He could see his knuckles were bleeding but it didn’t stop him to torture the guy who was looking like he was about to faint already.

And the guy finally gave up and fainted when Matteo hit him again, for one last time. Hard. Only the guy’s hands which were shackled to the walls that were holding him up, his head slugged downward while blood dripped from the side of his head.

I’m a killer. That’s what I am, she deserves someone better.

Matteo walked back to his office, and Paolo called one of the girls to help his boss with his wound.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” the beautiful stripper offered herself after she had cleaned his knuckles and wrapped them like a pro.

“Not tonight, Bambi.” He took the glass that she offered and gulp it down in seconds.

“Are you sure? I’ve missed you.” She said sitting her bare ass on his lap and looking at him longingly, making him chuckle and caressing her beautiful brown features.

“You’re too young for this Bambi, you should get back to your nursing school. Your talent is wasted by staying here and patching up me and my guys.

She pouted adorably and was off from his lap moments later. Her half-naked body was there for all to see the day she was deep in debt from her nursing school while having to feed her three younger siblings the day her parents were killed in a tragic accident.

“You’re a good girl Bambi, try not to stay in this business for too long, okay?”

“Maybe one day, when I hit the jackpot and can free my debts and feed my brothers and sisters. Until then, looks like I’m nursing you guys with my skimpy outfits.”

He looked at her and smiled while she exits his office strutting her ass making him shake his head and pouring himself another glass of his strongest drink.

Paris.

He looked at the text message from Paolo as he was informed by Amara and Peter’s bodyguards that they have just landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport and were on their way to their hotel.

Matteo decided to go home and put on his boxing gloves and let his frustration out. He was beating the life out of his sack when an hour later Leonardo called him for an assignment.

He smiled knowing he would most likely be killing someone before the night ends.

She’s way too good for me.

She’s better off without me.

But then he groaned when Leo told him where he was going.

Paris…

Are you fucking kidding me?