The Billionaire's Regret

CHAPTER FOUR

In the quiet moments after I finished in the bathroom, my mind drifted back to where it all began -the last day of university. A celebration for our graduation unfolded into a night of unexpected turns. A mysterious vodka found its way to me, setting off a chain of events that would shape my days to come.

The liquor's effects took hold, stirring a newfound desire that I dismissed as a passing whim. Yet, unable to resist, I sought refuge in the bathroom, only to find a company in a girl who seemed just as caught up in the moment. That night, passion unfolded in the confines of the toilet, marking the onset of a condition I had never anticipated -nymphomania.

Post-graduation, life led me to Arielle, a fellow resident in our shared neighborhood. Casual encounters turned into conversations, and soon we became inseparable. Only she knew the secret burden I carried. Arielle, understanding and compassionate, offered herself as a remedy to my desires, becoming a willing partner in my struggle.

However, the convenience of her presence became a constant temptation. No matter when I called, she was there, blurring the lines between friendship and something more. As I reflected on the journey from that graduation party to my present, the complexities of my entangled relationships unfolded like chapters in a novel.

  STANFORD UNIVERSITY
In the serene ambiance of Stanford University's garden, I found solace engrossed in a book. Suddenly, Kourtney Louise, a familiar face among the popular crowd, approached me.

"Hi Rob, she greeted, and I reciprocated the salutation. Surprisingly, her face lit up with excitement. Puzzled, I inquired, and she confessed joy at my recognition. Nonchalantly, I mentioned her popularity, to which she grinned.

Seeking permission to join me, Kourtney initiated a conversation about needing a tutor for a medical subject. Upon her pleading, I agreed to be her tutor, scheduling our first lesson for the following day. Expressing gratitude, she hastily asked if l could also be her friend, a request I granted due to her amiable demeanor. Her joy was palpable.

Next, she proposed treating me to lunch, which met initially with my refusal, but she insisted and eventually acquiesced. Walking into the cafeteria together, we garnered attention, though I paid no heed as Kourtney was not my romantic interest.

She ordered both our meals, choosing pasta sauce, my favorite. After the meal, we bid farewell, going our separate ways. However, on my journey back to my department, a group of guys warned me to stay away from Kourtney Louise. Unperturbed, I retorted, urging them to address Kourtney, not me, and pushed through.

Returning home, I discovered my sister absent. Anticipating her return, I hastily prepared a meal for both of us. As I savored my food, my sister arrived, and I rushed to embrace her, a testament to the significance of our bond.

Aurora returned, contemplating Mrs. Herndon's plea to become her son's chef and maid. Wondering why she was chosen, Aurora asked Mrs. Herndon, who explained her deep trust.

Considering leaving her brother to reside in Herndon's mansion, Aurora decided to consult him the next morning. Early on, as I prepared breakfast for my brother Rob, we discussed my potential move. Tearfully, he supported my decision.

After Rob left for school, I packed my belongings and took a taxi to Herndon's house. Upon arrival, Alabama, Mrs. Herndon's daughter, gave me a disdainful look. Despite fear, I walked past her, but she insulted me and tried to slap me. Richmond, her brother, intervened, allowing me to proceed.

Assigned to a gorgeous room by Mrs. Herndon, I settled in and took a bath before sleeping.

Later, as I prepared to leave for work, I intervened when I found my sister attempting to harm my maid. After setting the maid free, I scolded my sister for her unacceptable behavior, hoping she would change.

She complained that the maid always irritates her. I've known my sister for a long time; she's accustomed to mistreating those less fortunate. In character, she's taken after our dad, both having a disdain for the poor. In contrast, I've embraced our mom's exceptional kindness.

After reprimanding my sister for her behavior, I headed to my company.

In the bustling atmosphere of my company, filled with securities and a sense of urgency, I noticed my employees scurrying helter-skelter. Intrigued and concerned, I turned to my assistant for an explanation. To my surprise, they revealed that my staff was fearful of me, attributing it to the strict training influenced by my father.

Reflecting on my upbringing, I settled into my office, where my PA informed me of a single appointment: a meeting with the president's daughter at noon. Rushing to a broad meeting, I presented a new automobile project, earning a standing ovation.

Post-presentation, my proud father expressed his joy, a rare occurrence. Returning to my office, I eagerly immersed myself in work. At noon, the president's daughter arrived for our appointment, intended to forge a business link between our fathers.

However, the situation took an unexpected turn when she entered provocatively dressed, triggering my inner struggles. Realizing I forgot my medication, I feigned illness to reschedule the meeting for the next day. Hurriedly retreating home, I sought solace in a moment of self-indulgence, followed by the belated intake of medicine.

As I drifted into a brief nap, my father barged into my room, unaware of the unconventional events that transpired.

As my dad barged into my room, he went off about me rescheduling a meeting with the president's daughter without cluing him in on my undisclosed ailment. I tried explaining that I had a pounding headache and pushed the meeting to tomorrow.

Insisting I make the appointment, he left in a huff. Soon after, a knock echoed, and upon granting entry, my maid appeared. There's something comforting about her presence that makes me feel secure.

She brought in my meal, and as I dawdled overeating, I instructed her to relax on the couch. Before I could finish, though, I found her peacefully dozing off.

As she drifted into slumber, the room hushed, embracing the tranquility of dreams. Little did she know, the night held secrets yet to unfold. Join me in the next chapter as we unveil the mysteries that await in the silent dance of the moonlit hours.