All Chapters of Billionaire's Dark Desire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ALVIRA’S POVWell, recently, my previously boring life has been going rather smoothly, or as smoothly as it could go. It had received more spice since Carter came into it. So far, Clarissa and I have found many other ways to cheer me up and get me to stop thinking of the name that will not be mentioned. It has been ten days since Carter and I had had our last disastrous meeting that had left me so sad that I would still wake in the night thinking of that monstrous thing and later cry myself to sleep every night. What did I ever do to have to go through all these with him? Was all this just a game to him? Did he ever mean the words he said to me? Why did he have to make me question everything I ever believed in? How could he do this and subject me to such emotional turmoil?I sat on my makeshift desk and looked into the screen of my laptop. We were having another class and I was struggling to try to make sense of why Carter just had to make me feel so less of a human being. He

CARTER’S POVShe is so beautiful today. Same as she was yesterday and the day before that and before that and all the way since the very first day I set my eyes on her. I could see the confusion in her eyes. Hell, I was confused as well.My mind drifted back to the night before. I had been at the office for a couple hours after the close of work going through the countless paperwork that had needed my attention and signature. And just as my unfortunate luck would have it, the last person I wanted to see walked into the office. “Hello, Carter.” His voice sounded like a teacher’s nails grating the school chalkboard. It was truly aggravating. “I am busy, Father.” I replied, not even bothering to look up to acknowledge him. “Oh! I can see that. However, I will only be just a minute. Won’t take up much of your time.” He said, walking off, as usual to the minibar across the room, and helping himself to what I could swear was bourbon. Of course he would go for the most expensive bottle t

ALVIRA’S POVWe walked around a bit before we found a bench that overlooked the horizon. It was perfect with the perfect angle for us to watch the sunset. It was beautiful. I could see myself coming here often just to watch the sunset and most definitely have a cup of ice cream while at it. I made a mental note to bring Clarissa here once in a while. We sat and watched the sun slowly set as we licked our ice cream. Suddenly, the awkwardness that we felt during the elevator ride was back and for a while we just kept silent, each of us lost in our thoughts as the sounds in the background faded. It was there but it felt like we were each in another world of our own. Or so I thought. Soon, I was tired of silence, I could no longer sit still like everything was okay. “What are you doing here?” I asked, making him turn to look at me, surprisingly surprised that I was the one who broke the silence. Or maybe it was because of the question, I could not say. “What do you mean?” He asked. “

ALVIRA’S POVWe walked back to the house, the moon now on full display in its crescent glory. The streetlights were switched on as we walked past the different paths that we had hiked on in time past. We walked in a comfortable silence, as opposed to the tension that hovered over us when we had first left the house. We had not completely or even remotely talked about what our future would hold but for now, we were making progress and that was all that mattered. Soon, we had gone past the park and down the lane to my apartment, the path buzzing to life with couples who were taking their evening stroll as well as students who were coming back from classes. We got to my door and I turned to find Carter already leaning down so that his face was mere inches from mine. I took a quick inhale of breath as my eyes widened. “I am sorry. I just really needed to get a taste of your lips before I went back home.” He said. “Oh! Okay. That is okay.” I said. In less than a second, I felt his li

ALVIRA’S POVIt has been a week since Carter’s visit and things have been looking up. Carter had kept his promise of making sure that he proves to me that he had changed and was worthy of a second chance with me. I woke up to a fresh bouquet of different kinds of flowers and a box of a different brand of chocolate every morning. Each of them had a handwritten note that made me swoon daily. Of course, I still felt a sliver of pain whenever I saw them. I knew they were sweet and that he was trying to make up for lost time but try as much as I could, I could not get past the pain I had felt. It was like his reentry opened the wounds that I had so desperately tried to close. Like ripping off a band aid and opening an injury that was already healing. The pain stung. However, I was determined to move past the pain and give myself a chance to heal and move on. Carter had also gone back to his old ways of texting whenever he had the chance. Sometimes, he would go further and send a pict