FROM DESK TO DATE ; A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

2nd June, 2001.

Dearest Diary,

We had a good time last night, his touch and romance was everything.

He was drunk maybe that's why

Because we woke up on the wrong side too.

Tears are blurring my vision.

I'm bleeding.

My baby. I can feel my poor child kicking

He said he doesn't want to hear me sob else he'll throw me out.

My elbow hurts..

My finger aches

Ttyl.

With love,

Camila.

LÉA GARNIER

There were blaring sounds from the sitting room. The little Garniers were already up and watching cartoons.The kids were at it again." Bob the builder, can we fix it? Bob the builder, yes we can!" Was blaring wildly from the home theaters.

Léa tossed from side to side across the bed. Her eyes were still ladened with sleep and tiredness from the hangover she had the night before. There were still reminiscences of him, though faint. He was a fair, tall Latina man that had whined her loins to pleasure - she was a little embarrassed now.

How she held him and begged not to stop, how she couldn't control her thin voice shrilling through the cold silent night, how she tried to keep control of her eyes on him but couldn't. How her legs wobbled after.

She was a comphet, that was her first time having anything to do with a man - a little embarrassing but a win was a win, right?

She had forgotten to set her alarms the night before or maybe couldn't- who could? When wrapped around muscular arms and broad... Picking up the side clock by her bed,

"Fuck! Shame on you Léa! It's 6 a.m. already, it's your first day at work and you're having thoughts like that!".

Like a dog on heat, she hurried to the bathroom hanging her towel over her chest. Before you could say Jack Robinson, she was already out.

She exfoliated her skin and dressed up with a blue oversized shirt and black oversized cargo pants, a cross bag and black masculine palms. She picked up her favorite necklace and looked at it for what seemed like a few seconds and wore it. It sure wasn't time for emotions though the necklace had a lot of emotions around it, she had a silver wrist watch on too. She applied her oil on her hair and slipped her hands through it and left it at a messy daring state - she liked it that way.

Victoria's Secret Bare Vanilla was her favorite body mist. She sprayed this generously over her and took a deep sigh - she was ready to go.

"Sister, can I have some custard please" said Damien ,her last brother. He had stained his whole body with beverage and custard. He kept staring at her with teary eyes and his bowl. "Maël, get Damien custard, please I'm really late". She bent over , pecked them on the cheeks and patted their heads.

ALEXANDRE DEPONT

" Why isn't this contract signed, Mr. Martin?". Alexandre snapped in his peculiar french accent. He was fuming with rage , sweat balls could be seen forming around his face and his hands visibly shaking but holding the telephone in a grip that looked like it could crush the telephone to pieces.

Silence.

"The contractors said you're short-staffed and would be less- efficient, this wasn't..."

Alexandre had hung up the receiver.

The door creaked noisily.

"Coffee, sir".

It was his Personal Assistant, Rachel. A young woman in her early thirties.

Alexandre slammed his fist on the office desk, making the cup of coffee Rachel had just placed in front of him spill over the papers on it.

"Totally crap! That incompetent fool couldn't even manage to get the contract signed?" he retorted, his face red with disdain and contempt.

Rachel stood unmoved, already used to Alexandre's temperamental issues. "I'll try to reach Mr. Martin again, sir. I think there was misappropriation."

Alexandre's dead stare deepened.

Rachel could feel his eyes staring wildly like it could dig pits in her.

"Misappropriation? The only misappropriation is how someone so inept could end up running a company, they'll all go bankrupt in a few days!".

Just immediately, the phone on Rachel's desk buzzed. She picked it up, listened briefly, a sly smile escaped her lips, she hung up the receiver and turned to Alexandre. "Sir, the new secretary applicant is here. Shall I send her in?"

Alexandre waved his hand dismissively. "I don't have that time at the moment. But...actually, yes. Send her in. Maybe she can somehow manage to compete, he said "I'm short staffed and maybe that's true".

As Rachel nodded and left the office, Alexandre's gaze followed her, still sulking, he sipped the coffee that had already turned cold and dead. When she returned with a stunning young woman, Alexandre could feel his anger temporarily falter. Her piercing brown eyes and raven-black hair left him breathless.

"Uhm, Ms...?" he trailed off, expecting her to fill in the blank.

"Léa, sir," she replied, her voice gruff, a sweet contralto.

Alexandre's gaze lingered on her for some seconds, but his ego quickly reasserted itself. "Well, Léa, I suppose you think you have what it takes to handle the demands of this company?"

Léa's eyes narrowed slightly, something that looked like a frown but she smiled sweetly. "I'm confident in my abilities, sir."

Alexandre snorted. "We'll see about that. Rachel, show her to her desk. And, Léa, You're welcome, I hope your hands work as fast as your lips just did."

As Rachel escorted Léa out, Alexandre's anger resurfaced. "And get me that contract signed, Rachel! Now!"

Rachel nodded and left the office, leaving Alexandre to seethe in frustration. He drummed his fingers on the desk. His Father's words kept recurring.

"You're my last hope son, I know you wouldn't let me down".

Just then, Léa reappeared, her presence a brief distraction from Alexandre's anger. "Sir, I've set up my desk and I'm ready to begin. What are we starting with?"

Alexandre's gaze lingered on her, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Rachel will show you the files to document, I hope you can use a computer system. Just...try not to mess it up."

Léa's eyes flashed with a trace of irritation, but she nodded and turned to leave. Alexandre's gaze followed her, his thoughts a jumbled mix of annoyance

3rd June,2001.

Dearest Diary,

I woke up strong, good morning.

He's off to work, he's always a dick head you know

I saw a woman wait for him from the balcony, he pecked her before they left

She's tall, dark skinned and just fit.

As they left, all I could imagine was them stopping by the roadside to have a quickie

He always did that with me till I took in

So he's probably doing that with her.

Whatever.

I need to get cereal from the mall.

Ttyl,

With love,

Camila".

RACHEL MICHAEL

Rachel is a woman in her early thirties. She's tall and elegant. With a daring look that could send anyone down on their panties. An English woman. You could hardly tell she's a mother of three. A woman that saw strengths in her weakness, went miles to satisfy her children, a single parent too. Her ex- husband had cheated on her and had children outside. Rachel was resilient regardless, she was a workaholic. Her children lacked nothing. Rachel was a hard nut to crack, no vulnerability - but she was a feeble one, to Juliette.

She was a few minutes close home. She heaved a sigh of relief. She could sight her fluorescent lights at the top windows of the duplex peeking out from her room. She had forgotten to turn off the lights. Who would? When Alexander had sent shivers down her spine so early in the morning.

The purple bougainvillea that heaved in hedges round the compound greeted her with their soft sweet fragrance as she approached the gates.

She long pressed hopelessly on the car horn and Rio, the gatekeeper stumbled towards the gates and swung both sides open.

She drove in, halted and staggered out of the car with her handbag and handset, the car keys dangling from her pinky finger.

Rachel trudged through the front door. She pressed the doorbell, no response. Again, no response. She reached out to the spare keys in her bag and turned the lock open. She could hear noises from the children's room upstairs. She went up to their room and was greeted by chaos.

Jack and Lily were sprawled on the couch, bickering over a video game. The air was thick with the smell of stale pizza and unwashed laundry.

Mom, he's cheating!" Lily screamed, tossing her controller aside.

"I am not!" Jack shot back, his face with gleams of excitement.

Rachel sighed, rubbing her temples, becoming clearly agitated, " What exactly is going on here?!". She didn't know how that turned into a scream but it was.

"Mum, you almost shattered my glass with your high pitched scream". It was Rayna, her teenage daughter, standing akimbo Infront of her room door.

"Physics" she trailed off before shutting the door behind her.

"Oh well, that was a proper welcome from a tiring work. Jack, Lily, I need this room tidied up in the next twenty minutes".

With that she went to her room and quickly undressed. Grabbing a towel, she headed to the bathroom.

She turned on the warm water switch on the bathtub control. When the tub was half-full, she submerged and soaked herself in it. The warmth soothing every tired nerves. That lasted ten minutes.

She drained the bathtub and stepped out, dried her silky hair and tied it into a bun , wrapped up in a bonnet. She wore a night coat and went ahead to check if Jack and Lily had done as she said.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Rachel's heart sank as she saw her ex-husband, Mike, standing on the porch with a charming smile.

"Hey Pookie! I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to say hi," he said, sauntering in uninvited.

Jack and Lily immediately perked up. "Dad!" they chimed in unison, rushing to hug him.

Rachel felt a surge of resentment. What was Mike doing here? Didn't he have a new family to bother?

" I brought Mac and cheese for you" Mike said and brought out a big bag from behind him.

"I doubt it's only that" Lily snapped in between laughter.

"Trust me on that!"

Rachel noticed the way he avoided eye contact with her. She knew that look – it meant he wanted something.

"Mike, what do you want?" she asked bluntly, crossing her arms.

"Can't a guy just visit his kids without an agenda?" he protested, but Rachel saw the guilt flicker in his eyes.

The kids, sensing tension, began to argue again. Lily started tantrums, while Jack stomped off to his room, slamming the door. Rachel felt her stress levels skyrocket. Why did Mike always do this? Couldn't he see she was trying to hold everything together here?.

She took a deep breath and asked Mike to leave.

She could feel her anxiety rising.

She couldn't breathe.

"Please, just go," she said, her voice firm but shaking.

Mike looked taken aback but eventually shrugged and left, leaving Rachel to wonder what he really wanted this time.

As she cleaned up the mess and got the kids to bed, Rachel felt a mix of emotions: anger, sadness, and exhaustion. She knew she deserved better than this toxic cycle. It was time to focus on herself and her kids' well-being. No more drama, no more Mike.

"Goodnight mum, I love you" Lily said as Rachel was about to leave the room. Rachel came back and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.

Her heart was heavy, Lily's words seemed like an encouragement to let her know she was still adored by people.

She was about to cover her duvet when her phone rang. It was Juliette.

"I'd be coming over, hope you're home" Juliette said in a whisper.

"Yeah, sure"

"Five minutes"

"Five minutes, it is".

She was still scrolling through TikTok when the doorbell rang.

She stormed downstairs, peered through the apprehensive glass and opened the lock.

Juliette was literally dressed in lingerie that exposed her perfect curves.

She immediately felt throbs in between her legs.

"How about the kids?"

"In their room, let's go up Juliette"

Rachel watched Juliette sway her hips gracefully as she climbed the stairs. She was completely lost, staring greedily at her in lust.

"Bitch, you came fully prepared" Rachel said as she closed the room door.

Without further Ado, Juliette stripped off the robe and ran soft kisses around her body.

Still pinned to the wall, she ran her hands through her hair.

Juliette pushed her to the bed.

She could feel the throbs in between her legs getting intense. Juliette ran her fingers over her hard dark nipples and squeezed them. The smooching sent more and more shivers down her spine.

The love bites on her nipples and ears were so heavenly.

A soft moan left her lips when Juliette ran her fingers over her g-spot and twirling her hard nipples at the same time.

Juliette proceeded to penetrate with two fingers. She lifted her face to watch Rachel.

"Look at me" she said watching Rachel struggle between keeping her eyes stable and rolling them to the back out of pleasure.

"Stroke deeper, please" Rachel said feebly and tears ran down her cheeks as Juliette increased the strokes. Pleasure had overwhelmed her.

The moans were getting louder.

Juliette drowned them with a french kiss.

Rachel's legs began to wobble.

Her torso contracted violently. She held Juliette's hands and thrusted deeper with it. Begging and breathless.

She ejaculated.

"You're a whore" she said as she stood to clean herself up in the bathroom.

Her legs wobble.

"That's why you always crave me making your legs malfunction" Juliette responded , smiled and kissed her second and third finger.

Rachel's juices.

GEORGE GREGORY DEPONT

George Depont's Uber cab navigated the winding, bumpy roads leading to Alexandre's house, surrounded by lush green forests and vast expanses of rolling hills. The rough terrain reminded him of Camila and what she had said about these bumpy roads. He could recall her face, her smiles, everly charm.

"George dearest, I know this shouldn't be funny regarding my situation but I remember a joke about wayward girls avoiding underground clinics because these bumps are already enough to terminate their unwanted fetuses". She had said with a hand on her bulging tummy and a weary smile.

He chuckled, recalling her wit, but his smile faded as he remembered how he had treated her.

"Alexandre would never forgive me, If he finds out anything about Camila, he knows I didn't love her and that's enough because maybe I did but I was just being lost in expectations and standards. He barely knows her name".

He was visibly trembling, He heaved a sigh of relief and discomfort. It was another wholesome day indeed. Anything about Camila gave him chills. Alexandre knows Camila as Rose. What was more for a betrayal?

He needed to stop thinking about these things. So, he took a soursop he had purchased from the mall earlier on and stared at the trees nearby, seeming to be whispering "Camila".

As he descended into the valley, the scenery shifted to picturesque villages and quaint farmland. George's thoughts turned to his son's surroundings, still housing the sentiments of his mother. The tri-coloured Camellias around the farmlands. Camila had loved these flowers because they had a likeness to her name.

Alexandre's house, a stunning modern villa, came into view, nestled among meticulously manicured gardens and a serene lake.

"You have finally reached your destination". His thoughts were startled by the GPS map on his phone signifying the end of the ride.

"Please wait for me sir, I won't be long".

"Most definitely, Mr. Depont, it's already an honor to be hired by you for tonight sir".

Upon arrival, courteous house helpers greeted George, directing him to Alexandre's study. "Welcome, Monsieur Depont. Please, follow us. We'd inform Sir Alexandre of your arrival".

As they walked through the exquisitely designed interior. The housekeeper, Mr. Colson kept rattling on and on about the artworks his son had done in the hallway as they trudged.

"My son furnished this house for Sir Alexandre, Isn't the work perfect Mr. Depont?". George admired the tasteful artwork and elegant furnishings. "Your son has impeccable taste," he commented.

"Thank you, sir," replied the house helper. "Alexandre values beauty and comfort".

As they trudged down that hall, George certainly didn't know what he was expecting but he was prepared to face it.

ALEXANDRE

10th June, 2001.

Dearest Diary,

I have been having several complications since a week ago, constant migraines, abominable pains!

I need help.

He came to see me,

You needed to see the contempt and disdain..."

His phone beeped. It was a text from Mr. Colson. "We're outside sir, you have a visitor".

"I'd be there, momentarily, " he replied.

He dropped the large brown papered diary on the side of his bed.

George had kept his face down the whole time and barely noticed when the doors opened.

"Mr. Depont". It was Alexandre.

"Please come in, Join me for dinner, I will eat in my study."

"Mr. Colson hang around if need be. "Shall we, Mr. Depont? Alexandre gestured to George to make himself comfortable.

As George Depont sat across from his son, Alexandre, he found himself struggling to say his thoughts, his words faltering like a beggar's plea. The opulent dining room, with its crystal chandeliers and fine china, seemed to mock him, a bitter reminder of his own emotional poverty.

"Alexandre, my son," George began, his voice trembling like a leaf, "I must say, your estate is truly... magnificent." The words hung in the air like a challenge, a desperate attempt to bridge the gulley between them.