A timid heiress and a billionaire

e door had closed I let out a breath that I didn't realize that I had been holding. Khozen made me nervous. He was dangerous and mysterious. Yet the seat of my panties had

ngels had heard my cry. My mother didn't look how she did when she dropped me off at the sleep over, but I didn't care. She was home and instead of two dead parents I only had one. It didn't take long for my grandmother to figure out what was wrong with my mother. After rushing her to the hospital to get checked out we finally bought her back home. The first few days were fine then on the third day, my mother had started to look like she had the flu. When I told my grandmother, she simply told me that she knew what my mother needed and that she had it handled. When I saw the neighborhood drug dealer at my grandmother's door my eight year old mind began to swim. Grandma took the bag from the man and went into the room with my mom. When she came out her eyes caught mine. "Adora, come into the room with me." As my little legs followed behind her while my thoughts raced through my head. "When you pray to God for something you have to be grateful for it in any form he sends. Your mommy is sick, and this isn't the kind of sick that a doctor can help... this sick is something that only love can heal. You have to promise me that as long as your mommy is sick that you will always be there for her and give her the love that she needs." I nodded my head and my grandma gave me a warm smile that didn't travel to her eyes. She reached for me and I hung to her while trying to feel for a better understanding. My understanding came a little later as I watched my grandmother give up anything she had to make sure that my mother didn't have to do anything ungodly to feel the monkey on her back. When I asked her why she did it she told me that some heart breaks took a lot to heal and that addiction was always better than dead. And I'll be lying if I said I didn't agree. What helped me sleep at night was that I knew that my mother didn't choose this for herself. This was the results of loving the wrong man. For this reason alone, I vowed to stay away from certain men. Death welcomed my grandmother like an old friend and it was me that was in line next to make sure my mom was ok. I worked, went to school, baked cakes, and did hair sometimes to ensure that I kept my mom's debts low enough that she didn't risk her life to go and get the drugs. Through the years her addiction had gotten stronger and thanks to Bush, the price of drugs went higher. It wasn't a month that we weren't threatened with something being turned off. I prayed that this treatment would do her some good because I missed seeing my mom's natural glow. I missed how bright her eyes were. I missed the old her. I missed what it was like to have a mother and daughter relationship. Me and Azaria talked the whole night. The more we talked the more comfortable I felt around her, and I began to loosen up. We were in the middle of eating snacks and watching Baddies West when she asked me about my boyfriend King but it wasn't much to tell. "On foe nem... you trying to tell me you been missing for the whole day, well dam near the whole night, and he ain't check up on you? What's going on, y'all into it or something?" "No, we don't have that type of relationship. King isn't possessive or aggressive like that. He kind of lets me do me and he does him. As bad as it might sound but I think he's like that because he thinks that no one else would want me." I shrugged, trying to hide my true feelings. I read urban fiction novels and fell in love with how the main male character loved his girl and showed her off, just having big dick energy, but yet and still, King didn't do that. He barely even wanted to kiss me. We never even had sex. When I mentioned it he always told me that I should lose weight because I was too heavy to get on top and he didn't want to be the only one putting in work. I thought about breaking up with him a few times but always stopped myself because King was safe. He wasn't in the streets; he went to school and had a job but it was not like the job mattered because whenever we went out, it was me who paid. I spent days and nights praying for God to send me a mate. I wanted someone that let me know he loved me and that I was safe with him. Not mentally abuse me. Whenever King got mad at me he would told me how others wanted him and they had more to offer me than him. "Let me see a picture of him." I pulled out my phone and went to King's Instagram page and handed it to her. As she scrolled there was a look on her face that I couldn't read. It was a mixture of confusion and disgust. Much like Niyah's face was whenever she was around him. "Girl, why I don't see any pictures of you two together on his page?" "That's because King likes his privacy." "Girl, fuck that privacy shit. Well let me see pictures that you have together in your phone." "We don't have many of those... we have a few from when we first met." Azaria didn't say anything, just pa