Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 13

She punches me in the arm. “Don’t be foolish. For one, that hot stud out there is only interested in you and two, you know I’ve got your back. I wouldn’t give a guy the time of the day if you’re interested in him.”

“I’m not interested in him,” I protest.

“Don’t lie to me girl,” she states and without warning pulls up my dress.

“Jess!” I cry in outrage, smoothing back down my dress over my hips.

“Just checking you’re wearing sexy panties,” she explains. “Sorry for invading your personal space. And nice thong. Men love sexy underwear on a woman.”

“Is that what you drag me in here to tell me?” I ask her.

 “I’m helping you to catch a billionaire,” she replies in exasperation. “You’ve hooked him, now you need to reel him in. But you’re going to need this.”

She searches through her night drawer and opens her hand, releasing a strip of condoms which unfolds revealing about a dozen Trojans,

“I’ve got them in large bareskin lubricated, baby,” she giggles at my shocked look. “Now stuff these in your bag.”

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“I mean it Amelia. I’m not saying you’re going to do anything but better be safe than sorry. Every woman needs to walk with these.”

“Is everything okay in there?” came Daniel’s voice outside the door.

Knowing his lack of respect for boundaries and that he’s the kind to walk in unannounced, I grab he condoms from Jess and drops them into my bag.

“Not because I’m going to do anything,” I whisper furiously at Jess before going over to open the door. Daniel is lounging by the door, frowning. “Everything is fine,” I assure him and lace my arm through his, impatient to leave lest Jess takes this pushing me to be with a millionaire thing way too far and blurts something out that she shouldn’t say.

“I’ll see you later when I get home, Jess,” I tell her.

“I won’t wait up,” she answers with a wicked grin. “It was great meeting you Daniel after hearing so much about you.”

Daniel returns her grin. “Nice meeting a friend of Amelia.”

I almost drag Daniel out the apartment and don’t relax until we’re in his car and he’s backing out of the parking spot.

“So you and your roommate’s been talking about me,” he comments and I close my eyes on a silent groan. Too much to hope he would forget that.

“Jess exaggerates much,” I respond before changing the subject. We’re not heading in the direction of the office. “Where are we going? The office is in the next direction.”

“Can’t you just relax and trust me a little?”

“Uh no. I’ve a right to know if you’re leading me to my doom.”

He gives a bark of laughter and glance over at me. His laughter is infectious and I can’t stop my lips from upturning in a smile.

“Nothing so drastic, I promise you,” he replies. “You’re going to be helping me to pick out a home.”

“A home? Don’t you have a condo?”

“Yes but that’s in the city. I’d like a home just outside the city where it’s quieter. I’ve a few prospects and hope you can help me to choose.”

“I- I doubt I can be of assistance to you buying yourself a house. I don’t know anything about your tastes.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he insists. “I remember the day you helped me with ideas to redecorate the office and I can tell you know your stuff. You were very animated and convinced me in everything you were saying? How’d you know so much about this stuff anyway?”

Pride fills me with joy at his compliment so I confess to him, “I studied Art back in college. It’s really my passion. My MBA was just a backup plan and glad I did a double major because my attempt to find a career with my Art degree just never took. It kind of sucks too because I enjoy doing it. Too bad it doesn’t pay my bills.”

“So you’d rather do this interior decorating stuff than working as a PA?”

“Hands down,” I answer in a heartbeat. “Sorry President but if a job ever comes up along those lines, you’re out of an assistant.”

“Hmm.” That’s all he said and I wonder if I ruined the mood with talk of quitting but relax when he reaches over for my hand and places it onto his hard thigh.

Those condoms are beginning to not seem like such a bad idea after all. Maybe I should listen to Jess more.

 “This is it! I love it! Daniel it’s perfect!”

I’m beside myself with excitement as I stand at the grand staircase of the house and do a three sixty. I completely forget this isn’t going to be my home but Daniel’s and whatever woman he decides to marry one day. We’ve seen three estates already and they all have their own uniqueness but this estate is stunning and I believe it fits his bold and commanding personality very well.

The house is located on ten thousand square feet of land and had been well-taken care of by the previous owner. Pine trees lined the driveway up to a magnificent three story sprawling structure with a free form pool.

The inside is even better as I stare around me from the brick-floor entryway to the grand staircase leading to the upper floors. I can’t help myself and I move from room to room, still clutching his hand that I haven’t let go since he placed it on his thigh in the car. I take in the gorgeous living room, sun room, formal dining room, morning rooms, bedrooms, luxury bathrooms, modern gym, library/office, powder rooms, a sauna and even a separate guest residence.

I hear myself rattling on about pieces of furniture which would be perfect for the mansion and I am out of breath but so excited I can’t stop myself. Until with a laugh Daniel pulls me into his arms.

“Slow down,” he smiles and kisses me sweetly. I wrap my arms around his neck and everything has been so perfect that I have a dreamy look on my face when we come up for air.

“You really prefer this to the rest?” he asks me, brushing a tendril of hair behind my ear.

I nod. “Yes, I think it suits you very well. It has a certain arrogance about it. Like you.”

His brows furrow at me. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“Before I met you I’d say it was.” I answer truthfully.

“And now?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know rightly how to explain it. It’s just who you are. But,” I hesitate to add to it but give caution to the wind and say it anyway. “It’s not unattractive.”

His face relaxes in a smile. “I’m glad I brought you here. I like this one too.”

“Just out of curiosity, what’s the cost?”

He names the asking price for the estate and my eyes are agog. Does anyone even have that much money?

“Wow, what’s it like to be so wealthy?” I ask him as we walk out the mansion. Only God knows how he was able to get us into the estates we visited today without a real estate agent on hand. I am beginning to realize that money means he can do a whole lot of things, I wouldn’t be able to do.

“Lonely.”

“Lonely?” I ask in surprise. It’s the last thing I expect him to say.

“Yes, without someone to share it with,” he clarified as we get into his car and drives off the property.

 “I’m sure there are many women who would like to share your wealth,” I tell him.

“And you? Wouldn’t you want to marry a wealthy man too? Isn’t this what many women dream of?”

I frown at him. “I suppose being able to not worry about things such as how to pay the bills and how to pay the dads debt would be a good thing but there are more important things I’d consider before I consider a man’s wealth.”

“Such as?”

“For starters his fidelity. Love. Trust. Kindness. You know. Attributed you can’t put a price on.”

“Hmm.”

“I’ll pay your mom’s debts but if you will be my fiancé and live with me?”

I am beginning to understand him more and his idiosyncrasies. He always says ‘hmm’ when he’s considering something so I leave him to his thoughts while I’m consumed with my own. I worry he may be thinking I’m after his money when that is the farthest thing from my mind.

He opens the car door for me as usual but now I see he does it out of habit and not because he thinks I am anything special. The truth is devastating.

The ride to the apartment is way too short while I struggle to find something to say to make things better between us once more. He doesn’t get out the car when he gets to the apartment building but parks outside with the engine running.

“I’ll be out of town for a few days on business,” he says to me. “You’re not expected to show up to work until I get back.”

“Okay.” He says nothing else and I realize this is it. I quickly exit the car and slams the door shut. He drives away before I even get to my apartment. My eyes are blinded by tears, driving me to frustration as I miss the keyhole several times. Inside the apartment, I finally let the tears fall.

 For the third time since the small number of guests arrived at the mansion, I discreetly move away to myself and check the phone in my pocket. No missed call from her. I know it’s unlikely she would notice I’d placed my number in her phone the day I’d taken it from her bag. That was three days ago and I haven’t spoken to her in all that time. I feel like I’m being driven up the wall.