Forbidden Love(Billionaire Romance)

You made a mistake." I remarked as I cautiously reinserted the phone into my ear following his eruption.

"Man, yeah." I pursed my lips and let out a sigh of sympathy for Noah.

The question "What did you do?" I questioned while exhaling through my nose and gazing out the window of the car at the sky. It was becoming windy and cloudy.

She had been painting. It was stunning. He stopped.

"And?" I stumbled.

"I just wanted to look more closely. Then, all of a sudden, I was whirling and noticed that the painting was covered in blue paint, my clothing was covered in red paint, and her head was dripping with purple paint. You ought to have seen her face, dude. I was being damned to the moon and back by her. You know, it was difficult not to chuckle when she had a bucket on her head. It was inaudible to me. It was terrible. I mocked him as he moaned. " Joke around all you want, man. You'll undoubtedly run into a female one day who will make you insane.

I chuckled as I retorted, "Yeah, right." You already know that it will always be the other way around.

"You'll notice," Noah responded with assurance. This is a curse I've put on you.

"Whatever, Noah." I grinned wryly. "It won't take place. Girls are obsessed with me.

We are here, sir. Informed the driver, and I nodded.

"Get the file for me."

I sighed and leaned back against the leather seat as he instantly got out.

It's a curse," Noah said further. Billionaire boy, try not to be so arrogant. It will take place. You're going to lose your mind because she's going to drive you so mad.

I promptly stopped him mid-sentence when my eyes locked on a woman who was strolling down the street. It wasn't just a regular woman, either. She was decked out in a bridal dress. She walked while dragging a long white gown behind her. It displayed all of her curves and fit her well. Her face was covered with loose blonde hair. She was holding onto her high shoes with her fingers. She had chocolate in her other hand. She was chewing on them while barefooted, moving along the sidewalk and dodging the strange looks from bystanders.

She walked with a spring in her step. She was grinning as she observed the overcast, windy weather. She appeared to be a goddess because of the way her blonde hair was flying around. She was surrounded by a vibrant vitality that amazed me. I briefly experienced something piercing my heart before a warm sensation went throughout my entire body. Automatically reaching for the car door, I rolled down the window for a better view. The entire street was staring at her, and sure enough, she appeared to have nothing to offer.

especially while chomping on a chocolate bar.

I rubbed the hot skin around my heart as I caressed my chest. Why does it feel like an arrow has been shot straight through my heart? Why does that matter? Did Cupid shoot an arrow at my heart or something? Where is that sly, evil lad now?

Why am I thinking this way, and what's wrong with me? What are these ludicrous ideas? Why am I asking so many questions? What? Stop.

My mind was racing with a gazillion questions as I brushed away all the silly ideas and returned to her in awe. She is who? Why is she dressed in a bridal gown? The groom has vanished. Why the chocolate, you may ask?

Alex? "I'm a douchebag!" My train of thought was abruptly interrupted by Noah's words. I tried to focus on what the guy was yelling in my ear, but I was distracted. I experienced her presence as entangling. After terminating the call, I put my phone in my pocket.

I had to get to know her.

She abruptly came to a stop and turned to look both ways at the road. She frowned and put her hands on her hips in a juvenile manner as she waved her hand to try to stop a taxi from speeding by her. I grinned at the behaviour. My hands were suddenly itching to grab the wheel and head in her direction, to bring her home and keep her there forever.

That's what I did, then. I hopped over to the driver's seat and checked my appearance in the tiny mirror that was hanging from the top. I took the wheel and steered the automobile in her direction with a grin on my face. She glared and looked directly at me.

Fuck.

Her eyes attracted my attention right away. They resembled cats and were hot. Suddenly, a long-forgotten memory came to mind. But it escaped before I could catch it.

She had a model's appearance. I was intrigued by all of the secrets that appeared to be hidden behind her eyes. They were seductively black and made you shiver. She's sexy.

I tried to keep my cool while trying to slow my heartbeat since I could feel her eyes lingering on mine. My lips were teasingly smirking.

"Wanna watch a movie, eat pizza, and fall hopelessly in love at my house?" I grinned. "Just a thought."

She arched her eyebrows, appearing unimpressed. She suddenly extended her lips in a flirtatious smile, and I grinned triumphantly. She kneeled down and brought her face up to my level. She leaned even closer to my face, sending my heart rate over the roof. Her instantaneous grin vanished, and she replied, "No thanks." She moved backward while searching for another cab.

My body started to shake. I blinked as I tried to process her rejection of me. Her rejection left me a little saddened. Just a little.

I guess a lot.

I can't recall ever having a girl reject me that quickly. What was this woman doing to me, and who was she?

A small rain began to fall from the sky as I looked up at it. She muttered an expletive while hurriedly searching for a cab.

You are welcome to enter, and I will keep you warm. She complained as I winked, raising her palms in exasperation.

Are you still here? Angered, she inquired.

"Always."

"Let's go! Where is that woman? Is she there? The stunning woman in front of me began to panic as a shout came from a distance. I stiffened up because I wanted to defend her. I didn't like how tense she appeared. I yearned for that ferocious, insane spirit to return.

I offered her another heart-stopping smile that always worked with the ladies when she glanced down at me. I could see how she was purposefully losing her willpower.

Say, "Open the door." I grinned, ecstatic at her alluring instruction as she shouted as she began to round the front of the automobile. I pushed the door open after unlocking it, and she entered while crossing her arms across her chest and shutting the door behind her. Before turning to face me, she munched on the chocolate while holding it in her palms.

Her look was savagely mutilating my heart.

Why are you looking at that? Drive." I smiled as I pressed the gas pedal and sped across the highway as she ordered.

"What's your name?" She bit her lip in response to my question and took another bite of the chocolate.

No concern of yours. I smiled, already liking her. She smiled back with a cynically sweet grin.

You're donning a wedding gown, right? Her groaning as I asked caused me to smile even more.

I eloped after my wedding. She responded without hesitation, and for a little instant, something flickered behind her eyes before disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared. I could tell she didn't like the subject by the way her lips were pursed. I decided to switch the subject. Where are you headed?

I wanted to be able to take her home, so I was hoping she'd say she had no idea. Alex, what's wrong with you? You have never before brought a girl home. Why at this time?

"The home of a buddy. Winston contains it.

I turned to face her as the vehicle jerked to a stop in the middle of the road. Once she had eaten the chocolate, she carelessly flung the wrapper outside.

Littering.

"Do you, by any chance, have chocolate?"

It's a two-hour journey from here, I replied, staring at her strangely and feeling amused.

"Duh." She rolled her eyes while rummaging in the car's accessories in quest of chocolate. "No chocolate?"

I responded, "I don't have any chocolate." She sighed and ceased her tinkering. "I'm sorry, but I can't drive you there."

"Ok. Then I'm getting into another cab. As she spoke, the door was being pushed open by her hand.

"Wait!"

She turned around, a triumphant sparkle in her smile. She was quite sly. "What?"

I kept my composure. "I'll deliver it to you. But tomorrow," I said, pausing and pointing towards the sky.

She gave me a narrowed-eyed look. "Where will I stay up until then?"

I grinned and said, "I hate to say this, but." "I'll let you stay at my house if you want to."

"Douche." I pouted in jest as she rolled her eyes. "What gives you the impression that I'll stay in your home? You might commit rape. You might be a serial murderer.

Do you recognize me? I queried.

"Why? Have you overlooked it? I realised when she inquired that she had no idea who I was. Should I tell her that I am Alex Martins, the head of Milton Industries, the youngest person to earn a billion dollars, and the most intelligent person (particularly in bed)? I suppose I shouldn't tell her about the bed.

I am Alex. She blinked in disbelief at what I said before gathering herself. So she is aware of who I am?

"Oh." She said she was not even slightly surprised. "You could be useful."

"Why?" With my head cocked to the side, I questioned whether I got behind the wheel.

"Well. Do you recognize Alex Martins? She cocked her eyebrows and questioned

He is, um, directly in front of you.

"Yes."

"Well." She was unsure. "I escaped a wedding, right?"

"Yeah," I replied, sensing the approach of something significant.

"I told them that I secretly wed Alex Martins and ran away."

Blink twice.

a smile that is broad.

"Really?" I questioned. I made an effort to restrain the grin that was about to appear on my face. Biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud at the scenario, I could feel my heart leaping with delight.

"Really." She grunted. You share the same name, I see. You might be valuable.

Oh, such a lady.

Do you think Alex is attractive? I inquired, almost fighting the urge to clench my teeth in laughter.

I've never met him. But my cousins constantly bring him up. When I publicly announced that I was married to Alex Martins, you should have seen the looks on their faces. Gold." She shook her head and grinned at the thought.

I turned away from the window and bit down on my right fist while firmly holding the driving wheel with my left hand. I found this to be so hilarious that I pondered what she would do if she discovered that I was Alex Martins.

Should we purchase some chocolate before visiting your home? She prompted me, and I quickly collected myself while grinning.

"Sure" I clapped while quickly rotating the steering wheel.

"What's with the smile?" She stopped. It is spooky.

"How can I not smile when a hot girl is sitting next to me?" you might ask. She rolled her eyes and looked away as her cheeks burned bright red as I questioned her, giving her a wink

The woman in front of me turned to look at me when I grunted. She had shoulder-length black hair that was completely black. The hair has green streaks running through it. She had dark eyes. She had a piercing face that would make you want to hide. Her olive skin was smooth and radiant. She had her hands on her hips and was petite. 'I'm allergic to idiocy,' said the blouse she was sporting. The phrase caused a smile to strain at my lips.

"The store is closed." As she wiped the counter, she exclaimed.

"Yeah. I saw." I swayed. "You are opening up soon, right?"

"In 30 minutes." The trash bag quickly landed on the tray behind her as she threw it away.

"Oh," I said. "I'm starving to death."

In response to my sentence, she grinned and motioned for me to go to the glass counter, where all the food was located.

What would you like?

"Oi! Where is the 'yo momma' fat joke? From the kitchen, a voice rang out.

Don't talk, Dan! We have a client. The woman cried out. I laughed at the circumstances.

She swung around and gave me a quick look. "Sorry. Dan is that. By the way, my name is Sharon, and I am the smartest person alive.

I chuckled and said, "I'm Olivia." I'd like some of those chocolates and some doughnuts."

Okay, Olivia. She responded, and I grinned at the amicable moniker she used to refer to me. I already liked her. Since the last time I had a true friend, a very long time has passed. I'm done. Her pleasant act caused a small hole in my chest to fill up.

She put two donuts on the table and handed me a bag of chocolates. I thanked her and sat down in the window-side corner. In front of me, she slid into the seat.

"You're not originally from here, are you?" When she questioned, I shook my head and said, "No."

The question "How do you know?"

"The locals are quite strange. You are timid.

"I'm not shy," I said. I'm simply keeping my quirkiness to myself until I know you can handle it.

She grinned, and I laughed. "So, what are you doing here?" It was her.

I felt obliged to tell her everything for some reason, so I did. I explained to her how I got out of my wedding, how I met Alex, and how I got here. The entire story was heard by her.

He seems to be a good man. She declared, "Good guys are naughty in bed.

The shocking sentence nearly made me wheeze. "Oh," I said.

However, let me caution you first. She spoke. The malls of boys A few hours of fun are followed by boredom. They resemble lava lights as well. Not particularly bright, but entertaining to look at. I chuckled as I bit into my doughnut.

"Here. My number is that. If you ever need donuts, call me. I enjoy you. Sharon passed me a card with her name and phone number.

"Sure." She smiled and nodded in response to my response before turning the "close" sign into an "open" sign and leaving. She did so as a tall, attractive man with blonde hair and green eyes walked in the direction of the bakery. Sharon hastily turned the sign to "close" as her eyes slightly widened.

The man pushed open the door and went inside nonetheless. He had a bunch of white orchids in his hand.

"Sharon. I'm very sorry.

"Get out of here, you snorting pig-eyed maggot-pie!"

"Hear me out. Take these flowers, please. You know, you ought to be a little nicer.

"Oh. I apologise. I had no idea you were an authority on my life and how I ought to live it. Please continue as I take notes. Sharon reacted fiercely before spinning around, whacking her hair on his face (which I think was on purpose).

"Hear me out. I'm making an effort. The most romantic thing I have is this.

"No. The second-most romantic thing you've ever done is this. She spoke. That was so fucking romantic, Noah, when I caught you shoving your dick up that bimbo's ass.

"I wasn't making clear decisions. Please join me on my date. He spoke.

I am in a relationship. She responded and turned to leave, but I could tell she was lying. Yes, that boy was able to tell as well.

And I have a maths test the next day. He retorted rudely, walking alongside her.

She seemed really angry as she turned around. "And I have a tampon inside my vagina!"

The man's cheeks turned scarlet, and his eyes enlarged. Why did you tell me that, exactly?

"I believed we were enumerating things I value over you." She responded by raising her hands. The man let out a loud sigh.

"I apologise. I'm trying, I promise. I'm attempting to improve the situation by"

"No. Everything is only getting worse because of your pathetic asses. Up until now, everything was fine. Her chest heaved violently as she spat.

Noah seems to have recently lost everything in the world. He appeared to be in such dismay, and pain could be seen in his eyes. He sighed and set the bouquet down on a table before leaving the shop. There was a brief period of silence. Sharon was only looking at the glass door when she started crying.

I immediately ran to her side and gently placed her on the seat while holding her. She quickly brushed away her tears before turning to face me.

It's alright. I'm good. Regards, Olivia. I grinned at her as she muttered.

I said, "Tell me if I need to make his death appear to be an accident," and she laughed while wiping away her tears.

I realised right then and there that I now have someone I can call a friend.