Her Billionaire

The Dinner

"s**t" I muttered, staring at the envelope. I didn't notice my shaking hands as I turned it around the hundredth time.

A letter? From Jackson Grey? The d**k-head billionaire?

I was so confused and scared. A part of me feared it had got something to do with the marriage.

Maybe it's something else, I told myself as I mustered up the courage to open the envelope. Inside it was a neatly folded parchment. Still shaking, I took it out and unfolded it as the letter fell down. Inside the parchment, the letters were typed on it:

To Adelia Carter Jones,

You are formerly invited to dine in with Jackson Grey and family. Your presence shall be prestigious.

Day: Saturday,

Date: November the 24th,Res Your presence shall be prestigious.pm.

Avenue: Three Rose Restaurant

Regards,

Jackson Michael Grey.

I literally fainted  after reading the letter. Firstly, because I was not expecting this invitation and it made me nervous. Secondly, not only will Jackson Grey, the glasses stealer would be there but his whole family would be present as well. And lastly because it was hard to believe that the ignorant Jackson Grey wrote this polite letter.

"It would have probably been one of his workers" I reassured myself.

I re-read the letter twice, getting more nervous. How am I suppose to reply? I didn't want to go. The letter had no phone number or no contact information at all. Looks like I am bound to attend it.

I pulled out my mobile phone to check the day. It was Friday.

It's tomorrow, I thought, feeling the sweat tricking down my forehead. This was insane. The letter said nothing about what the dinner was all about but I did knew deep inside it was related to the marriage. And I was terrified.

**

I didn't feel like eating much the next morning. It was cold and misty outside and the sun was nowhere to be seen.

Today is the big day, I thought nervously, thinking about the possibilities of that night. The morning was drowsy and chilly but it passed. I had somehow survived the previous day, mainly by freaking out and calling in my driver and workers back.

Around midday, I was lying on the couch and stalking Jackson Grey on i********:. He had millions of followers but that didn't amaze me because I also had the same amount.

What surprised me was his handsome and breath taking selfies. He looked like a model in every picture and his eyes were beautifying the effect.

Shit, what am I thinking.

But I won't lie, I was impressed. He had also posted a few steamy selfies with his girlfriend; an extremely hot, sexy and beautiful girl. I was no match for her and that got me wondering if this marriage would ever really occur. I hoped not.

Finally the evening came and I started dressing up for the dinner. I wouldn't lie, it took me forever to decide which dress to wear. I wanted to keep it simple and polite since it was my first time and I wanted to make a good impression. I wore an elegant dress, very high heels because I loved them and made my hair into the best I could.

I left the home at half past six. The driver was patiently waiting outside. He greeted me politely and opened the car door for me. I entered and he quickly got into the driving seat. The guards opened the gates as the car sped out.

"Where do you wish to go, Madam?" he asked, looking at me through the rear mirror. I pulled out the invitation from my purse and read the name "Three Rose Restaurant".

The driver nodded and turned the car in the direction.

Throughout the ride, I was staring outside at the colorful night buildings, deep in thought about what awaited me and what I had already been through. I wondered what Anna would have said if she knew I was invited to a dinner with Jackson Grey. She would have been so excited. I plugged on my hand free and played my favorite song Billie Jean.

**

I got off in front in front of a very large and beautiful restaurant. Golden lights were lighting up the building and a small fountain in the front made it look even more luxuries. A young man came up to me to ask if I was Adelia Jones. Surprised, I told him I was. He asked me to follow him and led me inside the big restaurant. Fancy golden lights and huge chandeliers were hanging from the roof and there was a chitter chatter of thousands of people and clattering of spoons on the plates.

The man led me into the elevator and we went up to the highest floor. The lift doors opened and he pointed towards two doors at the farther end.

"You have to go there" he told me.

I nodded, slightly confused and walked towards the door. It was quite silent and the only noise were of my heels clanking against the marble floor. For a brief second I wished I hadn't wore them. The sound was just unnerving. I reached the door and stopped, judging whether I should go in or knock. I didn't have to think for long, though.

The doors were opened by a servant as he bowed to welcome me. I slightly bowed back and entered into a luxurious private dining room.

A few people were already seated and as I got on, a woman in her late fifties stood and squealed.

"There you are! We were waiting for you!"

She came up to me and pulled me into a deep hug and kissed me on the cheek.

She must be the mother, I thought, politely smiling back.

"Thank you for the kind invitation" I spoke.

She held my hand and led me to the large table.

"Dear" she spoke and motioned me further. I shook hands with an old man who looked like the father. He was pretty handsome for his age and very sweet.

"It's an honor to finally meet the greatest writer of all time" he spoke.

"Thank you, sir" I replied and moved forward.

A gorgeous brown haired young girl also came up to me, smiling widely.

"Hello" she sad "I am Jackson's sister, pleasure to meet you."

We both cheek kissed and hugged. It was wonderful meeting them.

Then my eyes fell on a handsome light brow haired man sitting peacefully on his seat, his hands held together on top of the table. Jackson Grey. He saw me, his eyes trailed down my whole body, checking me out. Then he nodded without any expression and looked away. I was not much surprised by his attitude and took a seat.

"It is so good to have you here with us" the woman said "my name is Miley, Jackson's mother."

"I am Dan" the old man said "his father."

"I am Lucy, his little sister" the young girl said.

I nodded politely at their introductions and awaited Jackson to introduce himself but he didn't say a word.

"Jackson" Miley whispered, nudging him.

"What" he said in his deep sexy voice. Then they both shared a moment of eye contact as he spoke "I am Jackson Grey, as you might already know".

He said that and looked away once again. What's his problem.

"My name is Adelia Jones" I introduced myself "it is an honor being here."

Seconds later, the waiters entered with delicious looking food and decorated the table with it. I was sitting next to Lucy.

"How is your work going?" she asked.

"Well" I spoke and cleared my throat, "I just recently left my company."

At this Jackson looked at me for a moment.

"What would you like?" he asked as he stood up and grabbed my plate from in front of me.

"Oh no please" I started getting up.

"Allow me" he placed his hand on my shoulder. I froze for a second as our eyes met. Then I just sat back down.

"Shrimp and parmesan" I said in a very small voice.

Jackson placed some of it in the plate very carefully and presentably.

"T-thank you", I spoke as he handed me the plate. Our fingers brushed but I think I was the only one who actually noticed it.

"Oh look at these Buffalo Blasts!" Lucy gasped and pulled out some in her plate, "want some?"

"I think I'll pass."

We started eating in silence for sometime.

"So, Adelia" Miley spoke after sometime "you said you resigned. Was everything alright?"

"Oh yes" I said "a few problems occurred so I had to leave."

"But don't you have a contract with studio?" Lucy asked, "i heard there are usually some that last years."

"Yes there was" I replied, "but you do have an option to resign under the rule you don't get refunded any fee."

"It must have been an emergency then" Jackson spoke, staring at his plate although there was a tone of mocking as he said it.

Yes it was and why the f**k you act like you know what happened?

"What are you planning to do?" Lucy asked "you did suffer a lost.

"I would have to visit to sign the resigning papers", I answered as I realized I would actually have to visit again. I mentally groaned.

"Once it is done I would be able to work for another studio" I continued.

"Did I mention my wife is a big fan of yours" Dan interrupted.

I blushed, hearing this.

"That's sweet" I told her.

"I seriously adore your very much, Adelia Jones" Miley said, pushing a tuft of her black hair behind her ears, "I can't thank you enough for being here."

"I take pleasure in that" I replied as a feeling of uneasiness erupted in me. Probably because I knew what was coming up and I was unprepared.

"We actually invited you because we wanted to have a conversation with you" Lucy began, "you might have already heard."

"Oh yes" I said, twiddling my thumbs, "that did caught me off guard..."

As I spoke Jackson cleared his throat and got up. I felt confused. Now what?

He walked over to me. I felt my heart beat racing fast. His one hand was in his pocket and at that second I wanted the Earth to open up and swallow me. I was so nervous I wanted to disappear.

The hot devilishly good looking man walked over in the best manly manner possible.

Lucy got up from next to me as to give him space. I stopped breathing.

He reached his hand out to me.

"May I?"

I stared at him and then his hand. Trembling, I placed my hand softly in his as he gripped up. His grip was smooth but strong. Everyone else was just quiet as he led me up and away from the table in front of every one. Our eyes were in direct contact all this time. His face was straight and his eyes weren't so expressive.

He let go of my hand and cleared his throat; fixing his coat. Then he knelt down on his knee.

I swear my soul just escaped my body for a second.

"Adelia Carter Jones", he spoke, looking up at me and pulling a small jewellery box out of his coat.

Miley and Lucy started squealing.

His jaws moved and his lips mumbled the words.

"Will you marry me?"