The Billionaire's Wife

I saw her on the screen and there was just one moment in time when she faced the camera full on. “Print out a still of that.” I stared at that image until it was damn near super imposed on my brain. It looked almost as if she was looking right at me.

I took the photo of her upstairs with me, never taking my eyes off of her amazingly beautiful face. I knew she would be beautiful, but the image in my hand was way beyond anything I could’ve imagined. She was stunning.

My dick had been hard or semi hard since I got my first glimpse of her through the glass. Now with this, it was worse. “Who are you baby?”

I didn’t stop to think that she might be someone’s wife or girlfriend. None of that mattered, not to my heart apparently. A heart that I had long thought dead just came alive.

I felt that rush like I always do when I’m about to embark on something big. Usually that has to do with business, but this was anything but.

I brought her image up close to my face to study her and felt…something. Whatever that something was, it grabbed me by the balls and the heart and I knew nothing was going to stop me from having her. I called the head of my security detail and had him on the job within hours.

It felt like I didn’t just want to, but had to find her, like my life depended on it or some shit. I can’t say I understand what was going on with me, I was just going with gut and pure adrenaline.

I forgot all about my vacation, unwanted weddings and even my mother who was still calling me every hour on the hour. Each day at the same time I’d look out that window and walk away disappointed.

My guy hadn’t found her yet, but in his last call he said he was going to use facial recognition software to see if she’d come up anywhere.

I knew that stuff only worked if the person was in the system for whatever reason, but I could always hope. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I have to find her. I can’t sleep, I don’t remember the last time I ate, and each time I looked at that picture which was at least ten times a day, my dick got in the game and my heart hurt like it was missing a piece.

I had to talk to mom soon, but I was waiting until I found her. I wasn’t going to marry Brittany no matter what. But I knew the conversation with my mother was going to be stressful and I wanted, no needed, to concentrate all my energy on finding my princess.

It’s funny; I’ve never called any woman by an endearment before, but every time I looked at her, that’s what came to mind. She’s fucking gorgeous and the way she walks, like she owns the sidewalk. That regal bearing that I can imagine came naturally to her. I can’t wait to meet her, to see if she is as amazing as my heart had already decided she is.

I’ve been keeping Brittany at bay for the last few days. Coming up with one excuse after another, but I knew that soon I will have to put that shit to rest. I didn’t feel any guilt over my decision. I never gave her the wrong impression, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was more between her and my mom, than her and I.

The phone on my desk rang behind me, intruding on my thoughts. I was in my usual spot, looking down from my window. For a couple days or so I’d go down and walk the sidewalk pretending an interest in the store windows that lined part of the street, all the while looking in the glass for her reflection, with no luck.

“Hello.” I walked back to the window as the voice on the other line gave me hope. “We’ve found her.”

“Where? Who is she?”

“Her name is Alana Soreno. She’s of mixed heritage…”

“No, don’t tell me anything personal other than…is she married?” I wanted to learn all about her from her. But I wasn’t going to breathe easy unless I knew that she was free.

“No, not married and no kids. Do you want her age?”

“Is she legal?” Shit, I never even thought of that.

“Yes, barely.”

“Good enough. Where is she?”

“You’re not gonna believe this. She works right around the corner from your office. The Italian restaurant, Benito’s.”

I got the biggest fucking grin on my face after hearing that.

“She’s there today, the four ‘til midnight shift.”

3

Chance

My heart was racing out of my chest. She was so close my baby. I pulled her picture from my pocket and studied her, hopefully for the last time. If I had anything to say about it, after tonight she and I will be having all our conversations up close and personal.