THE REMORSEFUL BILLIONAIRE

Nathan’s POV

Oh fuck, there seems to be something wrong with me. I hope my aunt isn’t right when she called me a bad luck and disaster years ago after my mom’s death.

Everything, even the universe, seems to be against me. I don’t have peace within me; I always have this fear of the unknown.

A wave of guilt weighed on me. It seems to me that I’m the architect of my own misery. I should have lived differently and better.

Oh damn, I miss mom. I find no love or warmth in London, everything just seem off, like I just popped up in the middle of nowhere. Even the only person I love and hoped for her forgiveness, I keep ruining my chances with my careless words and actions.

“Should I just go back to Rome?”

“If I go back, what would I do there?”

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“Well let me just stay here. At least I’m a billionaire and highly respected here” I said loudly, rounding off my thoughts.

I took the cup of coffee placed on the table and took a sip, which I immediately spat out. The coffee was so bad that I started coughing vigorously.

I took the phone and called her, telling her to come over sounding really pissed. I dropped the phone when I reminded myself that I shouldn’t talk and treat her rudely.

The pains I caused her years ago is already too much to last a lifetime, that I shouldn’t add more to it. She deserves some happiness and peace.

I heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Please come in”, I said respectfully.

She came in, looking surprised and lost. I guess she was wondering if she heard me right. She must have known me as an asshole.

“You called for me sir?”

“Yes, I did”

I don’t like the coffee you made, it’s not creamy, not sweet enough and it’s cold. Please make another one for me and this time let it be better “, I said with a weak smile”.

“Okay sir”, she said and smiled shyly.

She walked out of the room, and I appreciated her sexy and well-endowed body, she is got some amazing features and I could feel my dick jerk.

“Oh damn! Even Catherine, my fuck mate, doesn’t make me feel this way.

Catherine is the girl I always fuck anytime I want to have sex. She is also pretty and sexy, and most importantly, she knows how to please me and satisfy my needs. We have been together for more than a year. We meet up at a hotel, have sex and I pay her handsomely well with no strings attached. Our relationship was a blend of physical satisfaction and professional detachment, as we remained mutually beneficial to each other.

She came back some minutes later with the coffee and placed it on the table.

“I hope you like this sir” she said with a smile, looking brighter than earlier.

“Okay, let’s check it out”, I said and sat up.

I took the cup and sipped, it tasted nice and better than the former.

I made an expressionless face, as if the coffee was bad.

“How is it sir”, she asked anxiously

“I love it “, I said and smiled

“Thank goodness” she said, happily relieved.

I looked at her, and she seemed somewhat relieved. She must have been worried and scared when I shouted on her earlier.

“Okay sir, let me get back to work”.

“What is your name again?”

“Judith, Judith summers”, she answered.

“I’m sorry with the way I treated you earlier. I was just going through some phases. Though I shouldn’t have passed my aggressions on you, I would like you to be here early and do your job well and then we wouldn’t have a problem” I said without taking my eyes off her.

She looked at me, shocked and seems to lose her voice for a moment….