The Billionaire's Ultimatum (Book 1)

Chapter 8

I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm- Benedict Smith.

Katy's POV.

As the weeks skirted by, a familiar routine became quickly developed. I awoke almost midday every day and leisurely watched a few television shows that were starting to become an addiction. Late in the evening I would prepare dinner just in time for Ethan where we spent most evenings dinning on the balcony overlooking the breathtaking view of the city then end the night wrapped in each other's arms in Ethan's bed where apparently I had fully moved in too. On the weekend afternoons after his regular morning football game with his friends we would sometimes stroll through the busy streets with his ever present bodyguards discreetly behind us following our every move. It had been almost three months since I had been living with him and every day I lost piece of my heart to him. He was nothing as described in the tabloids I had managed to pick up at the reception desk once down at the lobby. He was loving, gentle, caring, confident and extremely hard working. He was cocky and arrogant but it showed how much he believed in himself and his self-worth and that only added to his aura. Spending so much time with someone like him I learnt to value myself in the process. He taught me many little things and the most important was that wealth does not distinguish who you are as a person. He valued the little things in life though he took full advantage of his race cars and cleaning service. He was fiercely protective of his sister and anyone within a mile could have seen that. Every day he spoke to her at least twice and a couple times he mentioned he had to visit his parents stopping for lunch during his office days. How can someone so sweet and generous not make you fall in love with them?

As foolish as I was, I knew he would never return my feelings but it comforted me knowing that in the present moment he belonged to me. When I eventually have to go it would ultimately break my further broken heart but I would walk with the knowledge that I caused this one upon myself. In the future I may not have him but I would forever have his memories and I would hold that close as my greatest treasure. He offered me a lifetime of happiness in the short time we were together. He gave me companionship and a leaning shoulder when I needed it the most. He became my rock and he thought me how to love again without even knowing it. I had already fallen. I loved him. I loved him with all my heart. I knew then that it was the moment to say goodbye if I ever wanted to save myself.

Whilst I waited on Ethan to return home from his Saturday football game I prepared a light lunch of a ham and cheese cucumber sandwich and some freshly squeeze lemonade I made from the bowl of juicy lemons that has been sitting atop the counter many days now. Surprisingly enough we were blessed with warm weather after the continuous downpour.

Not long after Ethan made his way into the suite freshly showered and down dressed in a casual salmon colored t-shirt that outlined his bulging biceps and toned abs and a pair of well-worn denims that emphasized his hard legs and firm derriere.

"See something you like sweet?" He teased as he engulfed me into his arms and slowly captured my lips. His sharp tongue diving into my mouth teasing, tasting and exploring as he easily lifted me up and set me atop the counter wrapping my legs around his torso. I was now eye level with him as his mouth continued teasing me. His clean scent enveloped my senses. My hands fisted against his neatly pressed t-shirt as my mouth fought back until we pulled away pressing our foreheads against the other in taking much needed air.

"You're beginning to get under my skin Katy." He said huskily as he tried to even his breathing.

My heart cracked a little at his statement. He had already gotten under mine but I knew it was the most I would ever get out of him. Pasting a smile onto my face I offered him lunch which he ate while telling me about the goal he scored. It was moments like these that I would miss the most. The moments in between to allow me the fantasy of the life I desperately wished I had.