All Chapters of My Homeless Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Coco was the first to run towards. She wanted to know already. “Look!” she said bending to handle the pocking wires. “Sparkling.”“Get away from there!” Dion finally made it, and without realising it he stepped on the bare wires and the electric shock ran all over his body. Dave saw this. He was too scare to touch him, he started screaming, “Help! Someone, help!” he quickly ran to one of the houses that circled their shack. He budged in.MamaZee was still complaining about her electricity that instantly ran out, “Damn this thing! It finally cut out.” She was with her cousin whom had been staying there since forever. From the start of the week MamaZee had been complaining about how quick her power meter was running to out. She was suspecting that someone was tempering with her electricity, “There is no way it can be us. We always live on this much. You know, we’ve had to buy this damn electricity ma

It was finally the end of the day. Bowman was standing at Gladys’s door step. He would not go in, he was not staying, he told her. “Thanks again, for the cake.” “Don’t mention it.” An awkward silence. “Um,” Bowman asked, “do I have to say it again that you should come to the office to sign the contract on Monday? The manager will have it drafted and signed by then, and—” “Shh,” she held onto his lips, “I don’t want to talk business. What I want…” she was drawing more closer, “is…” she tried kissing him. He was hesitant for a while, and then he pulled back. “I… I don’t think this is professional.” “Professional?” she was not following. “I don’t mix business with pleasure. They go terribly wrong.” “I thought…” “I’m sorry I led you on. I did—I admit that, but I’m realising now that I won’t be able to go through with this. I won’t stop thinking of you. That, I know. You are a successful business woman, yourself, I’m sure you understand. There are always boundaries in a work enviro

“I walked out of here, but in attempt to start a new life I’ve only managed to mess it all up. I can’t live out there. Not alone. I’m lost in the dark out there alone. I can’t…” she battled with saying it, “I can’t live without you. This family has become all that I am. I don’t want to be anywhere else where none of you are. Nothing goes well. That’s just too bad.”She laid down, and like that she was deep into sleep.Mpumi only woke up the next day when the children were at school and Dion was washing the dishes. She woke up and sat quietly. Dion finished packing the dishes away. He began to hear her cries. He was too afraid to approach her.Mpumi saw him shrug at a distance. “Oh, Dion,” she went to him. “You are no monster. I was lying. I was only hurting when I said that to you.”“Here’s your breakfast,” he passed a plate with dry bread. &

When Mpumi and Dion returned home, they started packing everything away. They had something to eat and left some for the young ones. Mpumi saw Dion begin to be miserable again. He sat at his corner with the book facing down on his knees. He stared into space and sat quietly. She went to him. “Dion,” she put her hand on his shoulder. He startled for that while and got himself together again. “What’s wrong?”He did not know what to say to her.“How do I comfort you?” she asked the silent man. She held his cheeks, and that immediately reminded her of something, “Hey, I also bought something.” She got up. She took out a bottle of cream and razors, “You, my dear, are getting a new haircut and we’re definitely doing away with that bush on your face.”“What are you talking about?”“I bought cream, and razors. I’m giving you a trim and a shave. We’re getting your

Vincent pulled the belts that spiralled around his ankle. He looked closely at the piece. It roused concern, “Mpumi, what is this doing here? You go to strip clubs? This looks kinky…”Mpumi quickly shoved the book away, hurried to the young, and snatched the piece of belts from him. “Learn to mind your business, butthead!” and then she walked out leaving only Dion, Vincent and Dave inside.“A stripper’s costume?” Dion would not believe it.“Yeah,” Vincent said, “a bunch of belts and chains. Too revealing, if you ask me.”"You know too much for young kid.”“I had a friend. She was 17, and she worried that by the time she turned 18 she would get kicked out of the home. She had to find alternatives. Stripping at the club was the option she picked. She would go to strip clubs and I would stick as close, just to have her back.”“Where is she now?&rdqu