Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 111: Chapter 111

ELLIE
Stupid, bossy, know it all, dumb man!
Ugh.
I was so pathetic, I couldn’t even curse him out in my own head!
But who did he think he was?
Andres Ramirez. Recently made partner in Volkov Industries. Certifiable genius, according to Meredith, who happened to impart the information after she saw his IQ test results.
So what if he was single? And sexy. And nice to small children.
Oh my God! Stop that!
I tried not to listen when Mer, Sof, and Des chatted about their men and Andres since he was part of their inner circle.
I had my own problems.
One very big, very scary problem to be precise.
My now ex-husband—the divorce papers came through while I was at the shelter, thank God—was demanding alimony from me and visitation with Sammy.
My sweet four year old son.
I was so mad I could spit. But I would give him money if it meant keeping him away from Sammy. But he wouldn’t back down.
All Gary Peters ever wanted was Maxwell Mining.
He never wanted me.
And he never wanted the child he’d purposely gotten me pregnant with, thinking it would make him the next heir to my father’s business.
Little had he known, my father never believed a girl could run his company.
Dad set up procedures to sell the company when he died, which all went into action eighteen months ago when he passed away from a sudden stroke.
That was the first time Gary hit me.
Like an idiot, I stayed.
I didn’t really understand what happened. He was angry when they read the will. He called me names. He said I was worthless.
Told me he never wanted a frigid little bitch for a wife and that he only knocked me up so he could get his hands on the company.
And that was the first time I tried to leave him.
Afterwards, he begged, he cried, he apologized. I faltered. I gave in.
But he did it again.
Like most abusers, Gary was not really sorry. He blamed me for all his problems.
The last time he hit me, when he broke my arm and bruised my eye, he’d been going towards Sammy’s room with his belt in his hand.
I couldn’t let that happen. I covered my son’s door with my body, and when Gary tried pulling me off, that was when he broke my arm.
The black eye was from his belt. A little bit to the left of that bruise was the scar I would carry forever, just where my hairline met my left cheek.
It was from where the heavy buckle connected with my skin, breaking it, and causing me to bleed.
Here’s a fun fact in case you didn’t know, head wounds bleed a lot.
Gary saw all that blood, saw me fall to the floor, and he ran, giving me the opening I needed to get me and Sammy away from him.
Thank God.
Knowing he’d tried to hit my son with that belt buckle was all I needed to get out of there.
I was dumb for waiting. But I couldn’t be dumb anymore. For Sammy’s sake, I had to be smart.
I grabbed everything I could, and I ran straight to the shelter I’d seen on a billboard once when walking Sammy to preschool.
I had to pull him out early. But that was okay. We both needed time to heal. The mental scars were the worst, but with Meredith’s help and some serious therapy, I was doing much better.
I was starting to like myself again. To trust myself. But this last bit of news from my ex was too much.
I was never going to allow Gary access to our son.
No, I didn’t have the kind of clout necessary to make him go away, but I knew someone who did.
I hadn’t told Sof, Des, or Mer about what happened after Andres escorted me and Sammy home after our Sourdough Sunday lunch just before Labor Day.
It was almost Halloween now.
I hadn’t told anyone how I let Andres carry my sleeping son up the stairs that late afternoon.
Mrs. Stevens had been on an errand, and the rest of the house was empty.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t scared to be alone with a man. And no, I was not coerced in any way.
In fact, it was me who’d started things.
All me.
I’d cornered Andres in the living room of our little makeshift apartment where a sofa sat against one wall, and I kissed him.
A lot.
On the mouth. On his biceps. Those sexy pecs. The tattoo he had of a full moon on his side.
I kissed him everywhere. Then, I had sex with him. And it was good.
Really good.
Better than I’d ever had, actually.
And ever since that Sunday when it happened, I just couldn't stop thinking about him and all the things we did.
The feel of his hard body as he took me exactly like I needed him to. The way he seemed to worship me with his sea foam colored eyes. I wasn’t sure what color they were. Sometimes they seemed blue, other times gray.
Andres was simply the sexiest damn man I’d ever laid eyes on.
Having intercourse with my ex was, well, it was dull and embarrassing. Sometimes painful. Truth was, I never came with Gary. Not ever.
But with Andres, I didn’t even have to touch my clit.
He made me come so hard it was like his body knew exactly where and how to touch mine.
Holy cow, I saw stars that night.
Despite all that, I didn’t return any of his calls or his texts. I just couldn’t. I mean, what kind of person had sex with a virtual stranger when she was living in a woman’s shelter?
My therapist said I shouldn’t judge anyone, especially not myself, for my actions.
But it was hard not to.
Sammy was my focus. I needed my son to be safe.
I shouldn’t be thinking about sexy men, or how good their dumb big cocks felt inside me.
Oh my God.
He felt so good.
Shut up, Ellie.
Fine.
Ugh.
I was a big, fat coward. And not because of my size sixteen ass. Because the size of my cowardice was even fatter than my ass.
Pfbbbt.
But I needed help.
And he was the only person I could call. It was time to eat crow, even though I had no appetite for it.
Shit.