'Please.' Christian whispers. 'Please. Don't leave me.' Tears are rolling down my eyes like a waterfall. Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel so connected mentally and physically to someone I've never met in my life. This is so weird. The thought of leaving this place makes me just so, empty. No other words could describe it. It's just, empty. It's so uncertain. Like, am I doing what's right? Am I making the right decision?
'Mia, I love you so much. I don't know if I can even survive a few months without you. And what if it becomes a year? What if I never see you again? What if, this was just a fling?' His words were laced with a strong amount of hurt, especially that last sentence. Ahhhhhh. Fuck! This is so hard! I never thought it'd be like this. I'm still young. I want my time. But I also want my time to be with him. I want my time to be shared. I want to be with him but I also want my life. It shouldn't be this hard. Maybe it's a sign from God that this was the path I was meant to go on. The path I was meant to choose. The path with Christian. Maybe it's time I have a companion. A pal. A lover. Fuck! I don't know! I'm crying even harder now. My tears are uncontrollable. But I have to make a decision. I have to choose. If I'm leaving this place, it's for a few months, maybe years. But, if I stay here. It's forever. I have to choose. I have to choose. I have to choose.
I crouch down and curl into a ball. I let the warm water fall and drip onto to me. I don't know what Christian is doing. I blocked everything out. The sound. Gone. My surroundings. Gone. Christian. Gone. Though I can feel his presence. I'm not being dramatic. This is the toughest and hardest decision I'll ever have to make. Am I really ready for this? Not being able to see him for awhile. I know I can see him again, I can just call him. But I wanted it to be a solo voyage. I'll meet him, I'll visit him, yes. But, I want to spend most of my time alone. It's only me against the world.
After a lot of thinking, curled up in a ball. I decided on what's right. I decide what I feel the most up to. Most content to. For some reason, my heart is always tilting to one side. The water in always gushing on the other side. The beads are always falling on the other side. I choose...
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The Billionaire
RomanceA 6'2", dark brown hair and blue-eyed billionaire that is a good fucker and dirty talker? Yeah. I got you. Christian Black. The CEO of a company called Black that was founded by his great-grandfather. One day on a quick coffee run before work, he bu...
