The Billionaire's Song

I slowly opened my eyes ,scanning the area and trying to get acquainted with my surroundings-trying to remember where I was?? But I had a distraction hovering over me..a very delicious and good enough to eat kind of distraction. I definitely would not mind waking up to this every morning.

My vision focused onto the person hovering over me and then it hit me.. I was staring Kyle Kinley in the face. The Kyle Kinley!! The multi-million dollar, multi-talented, award-winning, multi-platinum, song-writer, producer, actor, singer and who knows what else! The guy was just like-like talent wrapped in a ball. Was there anything this guy couldn't do? everything he touvhed turned to sold.

I was half-screaming, half-whimpering as I said "Oh my gosh, Kyle Kinley!"

He bows gracefully and says "I don't think I have had the pleasure of a billionaire going all groupie on me-but yes it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Walsh," he said in a mock British accent.

"You..you know who I am?" I stammered.

He sat back down on the bed and laughed, revealing perfect teeth and the cute deep dimples. Oh my days! He was hot! He had dark hair cut into a messy crop. Deep brown eyes that you could get lost in. A body to kill for and deep dimples that you wanted to dive into. A finely sculpted face that you just wanted to reach out and touch. I was almost tempted to reach out my hand and- gosh what am I even thinking?

He grabbed my hand and said, "Let see? Where do I start," he looked amused and I tried not to check him out but it was proving to be difficult because he was dressed in only in sweat pants and his finely defined chest and abs were laid bare.

"Your name is Amaya Walsh, and you're 26 years old. Self-made billionaire. Down to earth and fairly grounded, " he pauses and smiles, "although you're Miss Money-bags," he says as he winks at me and my stomach does a literal somersault. "You're quite the philanthropist and have a big heart when it comes to the poor and the orphaned and-best off all you- are single as a penny." He finishes off and plants a longer than necessary kiss on my hand, while staring at me, which leaves me gaping.

I know I was supposed to be this cool, calm and collected no-nonsense business woman, but by the end of the day I was human and not immune to hot guys. Especially ones that looked like this first thing in the morning.

"How do you know who I am and how did I get here?!" I look at him suspiciously. Before he can answer I remembered. "Richard!Rita!" I gasped. I was just about to jump out the bed and he pushed me back gently.

"How did I end up in my underwear and your T-shirt and -your bed?" I ask him.

"Relax Babe! Let's take this from the top shall we?" He says holding up his hands "Anyway to answer all your questions: firstly your BFF Rita is sleeping, safe and sound in a hospital. Then Richard is on the road to recovery as well. How do I know all this?" He answers my questioning gaze, "Earlier, at the club, before the chaos broke out . You were hanging out with my boys while I was busy spinning records in the DJ booth-."

"You're a DJ as well?" I ask stunned.

"It's just a hobby" he says with a wave of his hands, " I just did it as a favor to the club owner".

"So.. one of my boys had taken a pic with you and googled your image and the rest you can figure out.." He trails off and raises perfect eyebrows. I wondered if he threads them cos they were just too damn perfect.

"And then..? " I prompted, trying to distract myself.

"And then, I saw everything happen in HD from the DJ Box -so I got out of there as fast as I could to try and get to you guys. But with the crowd and the stampede it was more difficult than I imagined,' he says laughing at himself. "I called an ambulance and the cops while I was making my way to you and my friends, but you were easier to spot cos of that sexy number you were rocking!" He winks at me me.

"You're unbelievable!" I say covering my face so that he doesn't see me blush.

"Anymore questions because I there's a pressing issue I need to settle between us," his eyes darkened with desire as he looked at me.

"That's all for now, I guess," I shrugged nervously, "What's the pressing issue?" I bit on my bottom lip.

He placed my chin between his fingers and gently lifted my head then he leaned towards me and kissed me. Soft feather-light kisses, teasing and tentative. His lips were so soft and tasted of fresh fruits. I found myself responding as he deepened the kiss and wondered why I was locking lips with this man. A total stranger.

"I wanted to do that to you all night while I watched you sleep," he whispered against my lips.

"Did you just have a smoothie?" I ask timidly.

"Babe! you really now how to ruin a moment don't you?" He says laughing, as he face-palmed himself.

"Well did you?" I grinned. "I could taste it on you,"

"So you don't mind that I just over-stepped boundaries and kissed you?!" he said, amused.

"I don't know why, but I feel drawn to you," I confess, unable to look him in the eye.

I could not understand why I felt connected to this man. I felt so safe and secure around him. Kissing him felt so natural, like it was embedded in my DNA

"I feel like I have known you all my life," I continued.

I'm nervous now and I started to wring my hands.

"Hey, don't look so nervous, I feel it too. It's like we had this instant connection-chemistry," he stared deep into my eyes. He grabs my hands and what he says next almost makes my wildly racing heart stop beating.