Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 6

“Yours of course,” she replies dropping herself onto my bed and pulling her phone from her pocket. “Why don’t we Google him? Maybe we’ll find some dirt you can use against him.”

“If it’s on Google, it’s not a secret anymore.”

“Let’s Google him anyway.”

I pretend as though I’m not interested though I want to know what Google has to say about the man. I fold a shirt and wait impatiently for Jess to spill what she’s reading.

“Damn, he’s gorgeous,” Jess announce. “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. Can we switch jobs?”

I scowl at my best friend, not caring for the thought of her with Daniel. Daniel? When had I stopped thinking of him as Mr. Daniel?

“Be my guest,” I told her though inside I am disturbed at the mental picture of Daniel with her. He probably would enjoy her too. Way more than if it’s me. Beautiful, experienced Jess with the bigger boobs and bubblier personality. What would I ever have to offer a man like that?

“Drat, he’s already taken.”

“He’s married?” I ask, spinning around to face her and I can’t help the hint of disappointment from my tone.

She laughs and points a finger at me. “I knew it. You are interested in him. Admit it.”

“He’s not the first guy I’ve ever been attracted to,” I tell her and it says a lot. Even with guys I like, my insecurities and inexperience keep me away from them.

“He’s not married, but he didn’t find any charm in women” Jessica clarifies. “Although he has several pictures taken with some very high class women. Holy hell! The guy’s not only a millionaire. He’s a billionaire.”

My heart sinks. That explains why he thinks he can boss me around and have things his way. He was probably born with a golden spoon in his mouth, not used to people telling him no. Well, he’s going to be in for a surprise tomorrow when I’m gone.

“Enough of Daniel,” I tell her. “okay now I want sleep, I’m going to go to bed. You sure you don’t mind dropping me at the office?”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“And one more thing, I’ve some pictures on my desk at work. If you could use your feminine wiles or something to get them for me, I’d appreciate it.”

I find it hard to sleep as I imagine Daniel finding out about my plan and anticipating knock on the apartment door any minute. There’s no knock and eventually I fall asleep but too soon my clock is alarming that it’s four-thirty. I groan but drag my body to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Jess is just as tired as I am and we drive in silence to the airport. There she hugs me and tells me to call her when I get to reading. I promise her I will and feel teary-eyed even though I am not leaving her forever. It feels weird because I am not sure when I will be back. It all depends on how Daniel responds to me leaving.

While going through the process at the airport, I feel as though as I’m being watched but whenever I look around, I see no one around me, staring at me. Definitely not Daniel’s familiar face. I can’t help being jumpy and only breathe a sigh of relief when the airplane is in the air. I look down from my window seat over Detroit and sigh with relief. Only then I am able to get some sleep, being thousands of feet in the air, far away from Daniel’s reach.

The chirping of my phone wakes me from a deep sleep and nightmare of an angry boss hunting me down. My heart is pounding in my chest as I sit up in the middle of my old bed I’ve had since high school. It is narrower than the one I have back in Detroit and the mattress on the lumpy side, but it is familiar and comfortable and the last couple nights since I’ve been back in reading, I’ve never felt better.

I yawn and reach for my phone that stopped chirping which is my message tone. I blink my eyes to clear the sleep from them so I can make out who the message is from. Since I left my work two days ago and returned, every day I expect my phone to ring with a call from Daniel, demanding I return to work. But nothing.

It’s strange that instead of being relieved, I am disappointed. Jess had also stated last night when she called me that he never showed up at the apartment. How silly I felt. Sillier still for my disappointment. Why had I thought I was so important that he would search for me when I didn’t shown up at work?

More than likely he has already replaced me with someone else.

It’s Jess who has sent me a voice message. “Good morning. Just letting you know I stop by your office to see if I could get your stuff but the security guard said no. You have to come get them yourself.”

Damn. He doesn’t call. He doesn’t demand I get back to my job but he doesn’t want anyone else to collect my things from the office. What a hard man to read! What does any of this even mean?

I record a voice message to send her. “Thanks for trying. I appreciate it. Didn’t they ask you where I was or anything?”

Almost immediately she responds. “No, nothing at all. I’m at school now so I’ll talk to you later.”

With a frown, I place my phone on the bedside table and get out of bed, stretching. This is weird and doesn’t feel right at all. In the little time I’ve come to know Daniel, I’d like to think I could read the man. Daniel doesn’t let things go even if in reality he can. Because he likes to win. He shouldn’t be giving up so easily that I had walked out on him.

I use the bathroom before following my nose and the delicious aroma into the kitchen. My mother is standing at the stove, making eggs the way I like them, scrambled with sliced sausages and sprinkled with melted cheddar cheese. I could smell biscuits too. Oh man, do I love coming home.

“Morning, mom. You’ve not lost your touch in the kitchen at all.”

mom Pearl looks up at me and smile. She is my mother, tall and though lined, her face still show the beauty she had been when she was younger. Her hair is mostly gray now and she has it cut short to her chin.

“I’ll be cooking till the day the good Lord decides to take me,” she responds and I frown.

“mom don’t talk like that,” I tell her as I take a seat at the table. I hate talking or thinking about death. I’ve already lost so much, my father. I couldn’t lose the one family member I have close to me.

“Ah baby, you’ve got to get used to it. Some are born and some left.”

 “Yes, but we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Not talking about it doesn’t make it go away,” she responds softly, scraping eggs onto a plate along with biscuits and a slice of toast and placing it before me. “Just in the same way, you not talking about what your dad did doesn’t make it go away.”

I remain silent at the sore topic and she placed a cup of coffee before me before sharing herself a plate and sitting with me at the table for breakfast.

“There’s nothing to talk about where my dad is concerned,” I say, then bit into the delicious eggs. “Umm. These are as good as I remember. You’ve got to teach me how to cook like this before I find myself a husband. I can’t believe I grew up with you and my cooking is terrible.”

“But how will you ever find yourself a husband if you push every man away. Not every man is like your father, Amelia.”

“I know that and I don’t push all men away.”

“You are still a virgin, aren’t you?”

I blush at the unexpected question. “mom! That’s kind of personal.”

“I’m not saying I expect you to sleep around,” she clarifies. “But there’s not bee one man in your life that you’ve been able to share with. Not just s*x but love and laughter. You’re missing out on a lot.”

“I’ve got lots of time for all that,” I remind her. “I’m only twenty-four.”

 “But I’m afraid you pushing men away all these years will become a habit you find you can’t break. Then there’s your inexperience in not knowing how to handle a relationship with a man. And again, I’m not referring to s*x. Men are different than us, you know. They express themselves in a more obscure way while we tend to be more straightforward and sometimes these little things will miss us about how a man truly feels about us.”

It feels weird my mother talking to me about these things. My 40-year old mother whose husband had left her for her secret wife and for the secret children some 2 years ago.

“Umm do you… was there anyone else after Papa left?” I ask her though I wish the floor would swallow me. I half-expected her to box my ear for asking such as a question.

“Of course there were,” she chuckled and her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I loved your Papa every day of our marriage and I didn’t hop into bed with anyone else right after but we can only take feeling empty for so long. We were made for companionship…”

“I’ve Jess,” I add.

“Companionship, s*x,” she continues. “Unless you’re telling me, you and Jess are romantically involved. Not that I’m judging of course. As long as you are happy.”

“No way!’ I protest. “Jess is just a close friend and my lovely sister mom. I do have feelings for men. Just not strong enough for me to want anything.” Until Daniel. What I had felt when he touched me even though he was a little rough was stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt.

“When the time is right, you’ll know,” she says smiling at me. “I’m just saying open up your heart so you’ll receive him when he comes along. Don’t let your father running out on you when you needed him the most, cause you to lose confidence in men. True, many are just like you’re father but there are also good men out there and a good man is worth his weight in gold.”

I nod although to be honest, it is a lot harder that she makes it out to be. While attracted to Daniel for example, I know I could never be with a man like that. He is too aggressive and commanding. He has the potential to hurt and not just emotionally but physically. Witnessing what I had as a child how my father had abused my mom physically, I never want to find myself in the same predicament. Worse, to have child in a union like that and cause the child to be as traumatized as I had been. Waking up in the hospital with a concussion because my father had backhanded me into the wall.

And my mother was the one who had gotten the brunt of it. I’d watched as she lied to people around us, to mom, to the police about how she got the broken arm, the cracked rib, the black eye. The day she developed a brain tumor, my father skipped town. I’d watched my mother deteriorate and I’d been with her in the room at the hospital when she was in severe pain.