Married To My Billionaire Ex

Kylie's P. O. V

I was cooking in the kitchen of my cozy studio apartment when I heard a knock on my door.

"Who can it be at this late hour?" I mumbled, looking at the clock hanging on the wall of my living room. It is 11 p.m., and I wasn't expecting any visitors at this time. With a confused mind, I went to the front door and peeked through the peephole. I could only see a big bouquet of tulips. I was sure a person was standing behind the bouquet, but I couldn't see him because of the bouquet. So I opened the door a little and peeked my head outside to see the person.

"Hello, babe," came the sweet voice of Sebastian, and I relaxed after hearing his voice.

"What made you come here at this hour?" I asked him the question that was running inside my head.

"I came to see you. Wouldn't you invite me inside?" he asked, c*cking his head from behind the bouquet.

"Oh, sorry, please come inside." I opened the door wide for him. He stopped walking and looked at me from head to toe in amusement.

"Do you welcome all your guests like this?" he gestured to my body by his chin. I looked down at my body, frowning at his words. And suddenly, my frowning face became red out of embarrassment. I was wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and cotton booty shorts. I forgot to wear something before opening the door. I rushed inside my bedroom and put on an oversized T-shirt. When I turned around, Sebastian was standing at my bedroom door, leaning against the door frame.

"I prefer you to welcome me in that way. I loved the view of your sexy body, babe," he said with a smirk.

"Stop talking nonsense," I scolded him and walked away from him. I went to the kitchen to finish my cooking. He followed me to the kitchen. On my way, I saw the bouquet of tulips on the center table. I love tulips, and he knows that well.

"So, what brought you here at this hour? Don't tell me you had another fight with your father." I asked him while flipping the pasta on the frying pan. When I didn't get a response from him, I looked back at him, and he was looking down at the floor, thinking about god knows what. Sebastian is my boyfriend. We have been dating for six months now. We are at the same university. But he is three years older than me. I haven't met his family yet. But I always heard him complaining about his family. They were rich, and I was a poor girl studying on my scholarship. Still, he fell in love with me, and who was I to deny him? He was the most good-looking and popular boy in our college. So we started dating.

I went to him and gave him a bear hug to lighten his mood. Soon, he responded and pulled me into a tight hug. He started nuzzling on my neck, and I felt something hard poking on my lower abdomen. I looked up at him, and he surprised me with a passionate kiss. Soon, the kiss started to become profound. We kissed each other hungrily while our hands were busy roaming each other's bodies.

After a few moments, I was on top of the kitchen bar. And he was sucking on a sweet spot on my neck. I grabbed his hair and pulled him over my cleavage. We both were fully naked by then, and he was sucking one of my perky mounds and kneading the other one with his hand. His other hand was rubbing on my wet hole. I moaned loudly because of all the pleasure he was giving me, and I was very close to my climax.

"Oh, Sebastian, I am close. Aaahh.." I moaned at the way he was giving me pleasure. I was about to come when I heard the continuous ringing of my phone.

I opened my eyes and took my phone from the nightstand. I turned off the alarm and sat up. I had another wet dream of him. It's been four years, but I can still feel his every touch. Only god knows how long I will be facing this. I rubbed my face with my hands and got down from the bed. I have to get ready for work.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Kylie Johnson. A twenty-two-year-old working woman. I am exclusively single as I have trust issues after breaking up with my first and last boyfriend.

After taking a long shower, I exited the washroom and went to my small closet. I chose a white blouse and a maroon pencil skirt. I always give priority to my dress and fashion. Though I have very few numbers of dresses, I make sure to choose them wisely. I wanted to be a fashion model and designer. I graduated in fashion design and have a diploma in modeling. But I had to leave my dreams and search for a well-paid job after my father's accident. I am the only daughter of my parents. They pampered me like a princess, though we didn't have much money. I never had a luxurious life but a loving and supportive family. Suddenly, one year ago, my dad had an accident while returning from his work. Since then, he has been paralyzed and under treatment. My mom always had to take care of him, so I took responsibility for my family as a good daughter. I am not complaining about anything. I am happy with my current life. Oh! I will be late for work, so no more thinking about my life.