Billionaire's Quest

*Scarlett* The proposal! Should I go ahead with this? My mind ponders within myself for the umpteenth timubt… uncertainty and confusion are like an inbuilt air filling around me. “Do you think this is the best idea…?” I ask Bella Astor, my best friend, sitting on the driver's seat, looking briskly at me while steering the wheel with a sweet chuckle rocking her lips. In my mind, my plans for us… Gerald and I seem like doubts. Should I wait for him to propose to me first, or should I go ahead and propose to him today? I have waited for three years. Three golden years since Gerald Briggs, my boyfriend, started working and more than eight years since we became lovers, yet it seems my hopes are just like tiny heavens. The time may blow off anytime, and it may be good or bad. “Sure, it is.” Bella's voice trails my thoughts and I look her in the eyes. “Why are you entertaining uncertainty?” Bella asks, yet her facade portrays someone over the moon, wheeling, reclining in her seat as if dancing to a slow beat. She refused me to drive to Gerald’s office myself and had insisted she drive instead. I had to abandon my car just to please her. I know she thought my shyness will make me head somewhere else like I have been doing for a month, and that I may abandon the plan again. I am a simple, shy lady and hardly talk… a stifling introvert, unless necessary. Everyone who knows me knows that. Yet sometimes, if I am being taken advantage of because of this, I can pour my heart and speak the tropical truth that can shake you. “I am sure Gerald is waiting for this as you are… you both are childhood buddies and he has been your boyfriend since college. However, you are close to his heart.” Bella lectures slowly, her face grins from ear to ear. Unequivocally, I know how accurate it is. Gerald and I had gone a long way since high school even before I met Bella and our two friends, Tina and Bach, who were currently on vacation. Our love was hated to love. At first, it took several years to keep us together. Looking back, I only smile. My first day at Stanford School, a high school for only the rich, as a fresher, I missed my way. I was frustrated that day and as shy as I was, I didn’t have the guts to ask for directions from other students. And that damn school map, to me, was just a useless compass that led nowhere. In my frustration, my body bashes into someone. At that moment, I watched how the person I bashed into books’ flew up and then shattered to the marble floor. I had no idea how it happened. However, I hurried to pick the books. I was on it when this thick muscular hand yanked me away. I was like," what is yerk? The guy went ahead and yanked his books away from my hands and picked the remaining ones on the floor. I looked at his back with an expression that could kill. It was extremely hard to get such rudeness from someone I was trying to help. It hurt and was very painful. I drew back and watched him straighten himself after picking up his book and boomed. His face was right before me. I was engraved with his very cute face. He smelt his books, one after the other, as if they were stinking with s**t. “You i***t,” his voice, a little deep, sounded like a train of trucks, throbbing into my ears. I had to keep my calm since he was damn handsome. He had blonde hair, a little reddish cut to his hair and free, dancing in the tiny air. His eyes, deep blue, looked perfectly like a fake sea drawing. At that moment, my parents' advice to stay out of trouble came to me in a rush. Being too smart, I refused to react immediately. In my calmness, I mumbled, “I am sorry…” my head down shyly, It seemed my words fueled the anger in his body as his body shuddered, fury muddling over his veins. “Sorry for your useless self, fool…. As useless as you are, you want to damage my precious books too,” he thundered. His words burned into my skin and anger flexed, begging to come out of my body. For the first time, I wished I hadn't apologized. This dude couldn’t change his wretched attitude despite having apologized. I stared at his handsome face, and all the anger in me vamoosed immediately, and I quickly lowered my head back. The silence from me seemed to irritate the guy, and he covered the distance between them. My heart gripped hard, smelling his lavender scent. He smelled so good. But his attitude stunk, my mind reminded me. “You must be from a lowly scholar. Curiosity should have told you to kneel to apologize, wretched soul!” he yelled, pulling down my shoulders, trying to force me to kneel. My gut almost erupted. So he thought I was poor or was he blind to see my backpack, which cost a full school fees? Though my family weren’t wealthy, they were a moderate family who took good care of their first daughter. Being at Stanfold School had nothing to do with scholarships but my father’s long, hardworking savings through the years, starting from the day I was born. By then, my father had a small firm which supplied retail shops with toiletries and had been operating for years before I was born and was planning to boom it into mini warehouses. I was aware of spoiled wealthy students bullying the lowly and poor students, yet I couldn’t picture myself falling into the lowly and poor. I quickly yanked his hands off my shoulders, my eyes gazed into his dark blue eyes. No more lovesick because of his handsomeness. I glared into his murderous glare. “I am not useless…” I snapped. Hearing my words, he smirked, “…and I am not poor either. If anyone is poor, it is your head. You are poor mentally and your reasoning stinks… you need to get your brain checked… “ By then, students had gathered around them and the guy whose fists were ready to smack me, retreated into fuming. Ignoring his murderous statue, I walked to a female student and said, “Be nice, show me to the school principal’s office,” That was how I escaped from him and I later got to know that the proud boy would be in the same class as me. Our hate for each other’s guts turned over the years. I later learned how he was the best student in the whole school, hence the pride, and he was also rich, though not the richest. To prove to him that he could also be useless too, I decided to start outsmarting him in everything and always succeeded. When he noticed the new student's abilities, he accelerated; following the game I started. We started outsmarting each other to be the best student. Of course, the tutors noticed. Hence, came advice, but we both couldn’t agree on anything. Not until our final year, when we were paired on our final year project. It was challenging at first, but love bloomed and since then we have been glued to each other. We are still perfect when it comes to lovey-dovey. Gerald has been the faultless match and will continue to be my desire. Smoothing, Bella's voice trails my thought, relieving me from my reverie, “And about the yacht party we planned, I have got some friends who wish to attend.” her eyes plead. One of my childhood’s dreams was to organize a yacht party. I could love a nice vacation anytime I want, sailing the world for lobster and seashells. A romantic yacht party is my preference, hence why I am set to organize a surprise Valentine's tour for Gerald and will be surrounded by young lovers our ages, having fun, partying. I wasn’t a party folk, unlike Bella but a yacht party can’t be classified with those night casinos or clubbing parties. A simple party with a lot of music and cocktails… this will be nice and special. Bella insisted the party should be a surprise to Gerald and it will be revealed to him after he accepts my proposal. That was no qualm since I know he will never reject me. I had pulled a lot of surprises for Gerald but this time around, I emptied my savings and Bella has been another provider toward my quest. “Okay, if you want to… they are welcome,” I reply and Bella goes glowing on the seventh heaven hearing that. “Phew! You are the best,” Bella coos. I too, I am looking forward to two great adventures… a yes from Gerald and a romantic Valentine Vocation on a Florida Sea…