All Chapters of The Billionaire’s deep affection (an affair to remember): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Latifa’s povIt's not all about who cares now, because they don’t care, and I don’t care either. I just have to seal every business with them, giving them my time and body, moaning for hours on different beds, as usual, I’m never minding how ‘they are all the same cock and bull stories, or how they try to criticize me off guard. I fucking got some dollars to pay.I hurried out of my little house, speeding as I struggled to put on my other heels, I slammed the door behind me and locked it.“Hey, taxi! let's go, I'm late for the club” as I continued to fix my earrings, lip gloss, and eyeliner“OK, location?”“Just drive straight, down the street” I directed him, I began searching for my phone inside my portable bag to call the other girls I had been working with. My little family. One is my senior and the other, is my age mate. We've got each other’s back, anything, any day. But at the end of the day, it comes down to being just business partners. I've got privacy to conserve too.I got

LATIFA'S POV“Okay? Why don't you take me back to where I'm coming from if you are too mighty to be questioned like that, then get your ass a wife! pay me off and I will fucking leave your bushy evergreen forest called estate. I don't like what I hate” nagged out, creating a great stare at him nut as carless in return.“Haha, I never knew whores seek attention… Uhm. Lovely” Alastair mocked.he held my hand, and walked me to the wall, with my back laid against it as he sniffed on me again, my heart started racing, and I could feel the sweat proving its way beneath my shoe, it began to slip. Just one more word from him and it will go down tonight. “Not your way, Latifa,” Alastair said releasing me from his warmth and creamed skin “…You need to shower” “OMG,” I gasped as I detached myself from him totally, and walked into a private space to nurture my emotions again. to speak strongly to myself and remind myself why I was there in the first place. If only this young, handsome man would

Latifa’s pov“Don’t tell me that, mum! I sent you money last week ago...well that's it, you call me when you need money....it never gets me by surprise anymore” just when I thought I was having a good time with my dirty reflections about the last affair with Alastair. I saw myself weeping back to my history, only if I could stay a week without being a sadist or, sad. If only I was loved the way my mother loved my money, I wouldn’t mind giving her everything.I swiped my fingers beneath my nose to clean up the nasal mucus that was running down to my lips with some piece of cloth. My eyes were heavy still, I have been crying them out for a while now. But the call was the trigger. it's already getting me off mood and so pissed, making me want to cry more and more.I sob behind the call till I burst into tears, I’m not crying because she demanded for some money, I weep because in all they have done to me in the past, I still can't find a place in my heart to turn her down or punish them d

Latifa’s povI have not been able to work or even think properly as it all goes down to my bed every night or hours. crying myself to sleep has become the deal of each day, and I wouldn't know why it happens. I’m just too broken, cashless, depressed, and not able to feed well. talking about food my stomach growled as I held it tightly, with my heart racing so hard What's taking Wendy so long to be here, I’m so famish!I walked to the kitchen and began to eye-clean the untidiness of the areas, a bunch of dirty plates in the sink, broken glasses lying over the flour, and spilled mixed species “Where should I start from? gosh” kicking the bowl that obstructed my view “_I hate this life. I'm sick of everything... Can't there be just food?” I dangled out of the kitchen to place calls across Wendy, just about to do so. I heard someone walk and stop right in front of my door with a reflecting shadow. A simple knock was introduced on the door. My heart skipped, with my breath caught in m

Latifa’s pov“I'm home. Thanks, Alastair for bringing us back,” I said as I curled some long hair behind my ear, sitting sideways with the seat belt lying across to the other side of the seat. Thick black glass separates the passenger's space from the driver's spot with the cool air oozing out from the side box. Smiles escaped my lips as I tried to hold them back when I caught him checking me out with his nasty gaze.Breaking the long eye contact, I puffed out a tiny cough on my lips, squeezing my purse a little bit more and at the same time checking on my spoiled phone to see if I still had it on me. It may be hard operating with such a phone but what I have inside of it still mattered to me. “You're welcome, I bet my boys will keep them safe. Their safety is my priority. Alastair’s husky proud voice confirmed as he rolled his designer's wristwatch with his right hand to confirm the time’ “9:34? is still early to go to bed, right?” I skipped the last question as I appreciated his