THE REMORSEFUL BILLIONAIRE

Felix’s POV

“Oh God, oh God”, Belinda moaned as she clung her hands to my back like her life depended on it.

Those intense moans seemed to resonate in my head as I kept thrusting my dick into her, and fondling her breasts with one hand. Finally, I came and went into the en-suite bathroom to shower.

“Oh, I love the way you fuck me, Felix”, she said as she lay naked on the bed.

Belinda is my girlfriend. She is the fourth girl I’m dating in the three years I have been in America. Something about these girls seemed off. None of them had the spark and peace Judith emitted. I broke up with them not because they weren’t pretty, but because they just seem to annoy me. Other than sex, they had absolutely nothing to offer.

“Oh, I miss Judith, a woman of beauty with brains. I truly regret dumping her that day. I wish we had gotten married, and I wouldn’t be here, stuck with these brainless women”, I thought as I got out of the shower.

“When are we seeing my love each other next, my love”, Belinda asked delightedly. She is a sex freak, always looking forward to our next adventure.

“I don’t know”, I replied with a harsh and irritated tone that conveyed hatred and disgust.

She looked at me speechless and was about going into the bathroom when I said “Let’s break up, Belinda” I spoke with no remorse. “I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore”.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She turned back and began weeping” what have I done, babe?” she took my hands in hers ” I love you so much, baby and I always will”, she said as she tried to hug me.

I pushed her away forcefully like she was a plague and got dressed hurriedly as if I will died if I spent any extra seconds with her. She just sat on the bed and began weeping.

This is what I’m talking about. Why would a grown up woman cry, crying like I’m the Messiah of her life? If she was the one I dumped on the altar, I’m sure she is would have committed suicide. I hate weak and timid women; I love them innocent and strong just like Judith.

“I don’t want to see you when I get back”, I thundered, as I stormed out of the room to the garage, where I got into the car and drove to a nearby cafe to clear my head.

I got to the cafe, small but neat with few chairs and tables arranged orderly. I ordered for a fruit juice and remembered that Judith always preferred fruit juice to wine and alcohol. “Damn, I miss her”, I thought while sipping the juice absentmindedly.

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“Oh, Felix, why aren’t you dressed yet?” Caleb, my best man, asked as he walked in, all dressed, to meet me sitting on the sofa in the hotel room.

“I’m not happy, Caleb, I feel like I might regret this wedding, if I go on with it” I said as I paced with restlessly. “The marriage isn’t going to work”.

He looked at me dumbfounded. “I thought you loved her? I thought you guys had something beautiful going on? So why the sudden change of mind? ”

“We did have something beautiful and special going on, but something ruined it, and I don’t know what I feel for her anymore”, I said and sat down, still nervous.

“What?” He inquired, and I could see anger written all over him already.

I knew he had always loved and wanted Judith too, but I had beaten him to it and asked her out first. Seeing that we were dating made him withdraw his advances towards her.

I explained the robbery and rape experience to him and told him of how I couldn’t get it out of my head since then, but I kept reassuring Judith of my unwavering love and support when I felt otherwise.

“You know this is going to break her right? And you know it’s not really her fault too”, he said with a sympathetic glance,” you should have just called her and explain amicably before now, but it’s your life and marriage. You have the decision to make”.

The decision I arrived at was a bad one. I checked out of the hotel, changed my number and booked the next available flight to America. I dumped and broke her with just a text- no calls or any explanation of whatsoever, I just left her to deal with the problems all alone.

Maybe that’s why I keep striving for happiness and I can’t find it. I kept wanting peace but it wouldn’t come.

End of flashback

“Sir, your bill, you need to pay me now. My shift is over”, a pretty lady said while handing me a piece of paper.

“Okay, POS please”, I said as I retrieved my debit card from my pocket and handed it to her

“Done”, she said and smiled as she handed back the card and walked back to the counter.

“Such a pretty and respectful girl; just like Judith”, I thought.

“Why does the thought of Judith fill my head? I find myself thinking about her more often these days. I hope she’s fine though”, I thought as I kept struggling to get her out of my head.

“Maybe I should go back to Rome? Should I go back to set things right? She should be able to forgive me; after all, it wasn’t entirely my fault. It was the circumstances that triggered my action. I’m willing to move on now and get married”, I thought optimistically, with a beam of hope.

After several thoughts, still sitting alone in the cafe like a homeless puppy, I finally arrived at a promising decision “let me go back to Rome to go and claim my girl”.