TAKING CARE OF A BILLIONAIRE
Claire Walsh
Calvin stared, dumbfounded as Estefan continued throwing her things into her Louis Vuitton suitcase. He remembered just last week when she had gone shopping for those suitcase. She had gushed on and on about how fun it would be to spend one magical week with him in Italy. This was also followed by confessions of love and adoration. Now, she was breaking up with him and packing her things to leave him.
“Come on Este,” he implored her, stopping her from dropping a pair of shoes into the box. “What the hell is happening here?”
She stopped and looked at him. “What part of ‘I’m breaking up with you’ is so hard for you to understand?”
“The part where you explain the why to me,” Calvin said. “You’ve been a little distant after the Italy trip, but I just felt that was just you being you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, folding her hands across her chest. A move that pushed her generously enhanced double FFs even further out. Not that they needed the help. The push up bra and tank top she wore did that job perfectly.
“You know what I mean,” Calvin said, sounding frustrated. “You get mad at me when you think I’m not paying enough attention to you. It was why I cleared my schedule to be with you.”
“So you do notice that,” she said, her tone dripping in sarcasm. “It’s too late now. I’ll not stay in a relationship where I have to compete with a bunch of computers and toys.”
“Okay, not what do you mean by that?”
She whirled around, pointing a finger at him. “I’m talking about you, you always working on one project or another. You never have time for me. It’s like you like them more than you like me.”
“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” Calvin was clearly furious now and unable to hold it in any longer. “I make time for you, every single time you ask for it. I work, and yes my work takes a lot of my time. But do you know the sacrifice I’ve had to do just to be with you. And don’t forget that every time I clear my schedule to spend time with you, all you do is want to go to one club or the other, attend some party. I am supposed to spend time with you, not your friends or a bunch of strangers I know nothing about.”
“Well, forgive me for trying to bring a little fun into your life.”
Calvin sighed. “Please can we just talk about this?”
She shook her head, forcing her way past him and dropping the shoes in her hand among the several pairs already in the bag. “No, my mind is made up already.”
“And you’re sure a shopping trip wouldn’t change your mind. I could fly us to France, you love shopping there.” He couldn’t entirely keep the bitter tone out of his words and she heard it.
“You think I am a gold-digger don’t you? You think I was only with you for your money?”
Calvin turned around to stare at the closet in the bedroom they shared. She had a walk in closet the size of a room, and another room filled with boxes of her things. It was hard not to think his money was the only reason why she was with him. Especially when for the duration of their relationship he had never been able to figure out what she saw in him. He knew what he saw in her though. Ever since that day, three years ago she had walked up to him at a charity event and introduced herself. Calvin had been smitten by her. She was beautiful and sexy, every man’s fantasy. And to someone who had been a self-confessed nerd in high school, the ultimate prize. Sure, she didn’t understand half the things he said, or actually interested in anything he did. But he believed he loved her enough that it wouldn’t matter. Now, he was no longer sure. And tired enough that he no longer cared that she was leaving. But it still hurt, her betrayal. Hence he couldn’t help himself when he turned to her and said;
“Can’t admit that being with me over the past three years have kinda helped your bank accounts, not to talk of your social profile. I mean, you entered this house with what? One suitcase. Now, it would take a moving company to get you out of this house.”
She froze at his words, then turned back and glared at him with a spiteful look on her face. “Okay, I’ll admit it. Your money was the reason why I searched you out at that party all those years ago. But guess what, turns out it is the only good thing about you. You are boring as fuck, work too much and don’t even know how to enjoy what you work for. You are lame, and staying with you has been one of the most difficult jobs I’ve ever have to do. So yes, all these things are mine because I worked for them.” She noticed the way his mouth open in shock, and smiled inwardly as she pushed the knife deeper. “Yes Calvin, staying with you was work. Having to smile while you talk about shit I don’t give a fuck about was work. All those business dinners I had to attend was work. You have few friends, and the ones you do have are almost all as boring as you are. And don’t talk as if I don’t know the kick you get out of introducing me as your girlfriend. The lame nerd from high school finally gets to sleep with the prom queen. And even that was work for me.”
With this, she hurried around, zipping bags and carting them out to the bright red Ferrari she drove. A car he had bought for her. And all he could do was stand and watch, unable even to hide the hurt look in his eyes.
Three weeks later, he saw pictures of her with an Italian billionaire. Not that he blamed her, since her new beau was richer than him, and even lived the international party life. Seems, she finally got what she wanted. Hard for him to wish her well though.
Calvin stopped what he was doing, confused as to what he was hearing. He listened very carefully and confirmed that he was indeed hearing music being played loudly from his living room downstairs. Since he was supposed to be the only one at home today, he was definitely surfside by this. His first thought was to call the cops and tell them about a robbery in progress. Then he realized he couldn’t be sure that was it. There were a million other reasons why what sounded like rap would be booming through the speaker system that surrounded the house. None of them reasonable as yet, but he decided it was better he did a little investigation before he found himself apologizing to the city’s finest. Besides, he was a man wasn’t he? He asked himself as he wrapped his palms around a baseball bat signed from A. Rod himself.
Then he cautiously made his way out of his den and down the stairs to his living room. Where he came to a complete stop.
She was running the vacuum cleaner on the living room floor and dancing, a crazy movement of her hips that kept him mesmerized. He couldn’t see her face seeing as she had her back turned to him. But he saw the fall of ebony dark hair that fell to just above the white bow tied above her ass and a hint of golden brown skin at the nape of her neck. He did not have a maid fetish, but it was not hard to understand why the woman standing in front of him wearing a maid outfit looked so appealing to him. It was the curve of her hips, the flare of her ass under that dress as she danced to a man’s appeal to shake what her mama gave her.
Then she twirled around, and came to an abrupt stop as she saw him. Calvin froze also, because the face he was staring at was one of the prettiest he had ever seen. Even with her lips opened in shock as it was now, it was not hard to see how sexy they were. She had green eyes that were so piercing he could see the color from where he stood. Then she gasped ad quickly ran to turn off the music, wrenching Calvin back from his reverie.
“I’m really sorry,” she apologized as she ran back to stand in front of him and nervously began to clutch her hands one in the other. “I didn’t know you were at home.”