Falling for My Billionaire Dad's Rival's Son

Chapter 3: Texting Mr Unknown

Aurora's POV

The cool breeze blew on the balcony of my room. My eyes were wide open as I laid facing the ceiling. Even the blind could tell I had a lot on my mind as my eyes roamed.

Tears trickled down the sides of my eyes while I held the top of my duvet closer to myself.

Memories of the previous incident flooded my mind, making my heart tremble. I silently wished I could leave the face of the earth.

I remembered how I'd seen his face again in the living room, smirking. How my sister had tried to explain to daddy that he was bad news.

I contemplated if he didn't want to listen or if he knew already and just wanted to torment me.

I reflected on the slap not only from him but from my dad when he heard that I broke of the engagement.

Didn't he care?. Wasn't I his princess anymore?. Mum had tried to speak with him in Brian's absence but he yelled in her face.

Why was all these happening?

Even though I didn't want to admit it, I hated dad for all he put me through. I wasn't the one who made the wrong decision but I had to pay for it. I hated the fact that he didn't understand me, that he didn't even try to. How selfish could he be?.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and sniffled, pushing the strands of hair away from my face.

I shivered, goosebumps appeared on my skin as the little hairs that grew back only a day after the hair removal cream I used in the shower stood.

A thought crossed my mind, an image forming. The man. Who was he and why did I feel connected to him in some way. He had been so kind and respectful to me. Even offering to take Brian's place. He was handsome, tall and everything I ever wanted. But he wasn't who could save me.

I picked up my phone, typing the letters as quickly as I could as the tears threatened to fall.

"Who is Rex?." I backspaced. I didn't even know his last name.

"Rex who?" I thought. I rubbed my index and middle finger on my forehead while my thumb held the side of my head. I sniffled.

Wasn't I supposed to find the Damon?. When I did, what would happen next?. Marry him?. Of course not. I'd simply convince him to-Well?. I sighed.

I punched the words on my keyboard, an idea erupting in my head.

"Images of Damon Grey." Search.

The images popped up. I looked through the first, then the second, and kept scrolling as my heart raced.

He was ugly. Not ugly per se but not conventionally attractive either. He was blonde with bulging brown eyes, although they looked like contacts.

Was that him?, the Damon Grey?. I'd never heard of him prior to this incident and I didn't even see anyone at the party that looked like this. Good thing I didn't have to marry him.

I typed again, searching for his contact address, his email, or phone number. It popped up. I decided, although hesitantly to send him a message.

"Hi Damon Grey. I'm Aurora Borealis, could we talk?" Send.

My heartbeat echoed in my ear and I paced round the white room.

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Damon's POV

I took off my blazer and dragged the tie away from my neck. I unbuckled my belt and removed the cuff links, taking off my shirt. I walked into the shower cubicle. The cool water ran down my hair as I slowly ran my hand through it, savouring every moment. I heaved a sigh not even realizing that I was tensed.

Why would Lara kiss me?. She had always been flirtatious, occasionally making a move on me. She was crazy, obsessed with me even, but I set boundaries.

I sighed. Should I pursue a relationship with her?. Of course her dad would be happy about that. The media would go crazy but how'd dad feel about me frolicking with the secretary?!.

Oh, he wouldn't mind. She's his best friend's daughter.

I grabbed the body wash and squeezed till it filled my palm. I struggled to contain all of it as the shower began washing it off. So, I smeared it on various body parts. I stopped the shower, taking the time to massage every inch of me...

I stepped out of the cubicle and into my robe. Putting on my underwear, I grabbed the towel from the rack and pat my hair dry. I walked out of the bathroom but not before I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush I rarely used. I followed the rest of my night time skincare routine paired with deodorant.

I strode to the desk which had my computer. One thing on my mind, to find out who the girl at the party was.

I felt a strange connection to her, like I'd met her somewhere before. I quickly shook that inkling. I thought, if I did I wouldn't have forgotten her face or maybe I was in a hurry.

What was her name again? Rose. Like I could forget. Rose what? This would all be easier if I could just ask Lara to get the list of all the attendees of the party or even ask my assistant, Clyde, about her.

Someone had to know who she was. I couldn't risk rumours flying around. I'd made a scene prior when I asked her to marry me.

I slapped my palm on my temple and forehead. "What were you thinking Damon?. Her husband was there."

How was I going to explain my weird attraction to another man's wife?, yet, I couldn't shake this burning desire.

I got up from the desk, untied my robe and swung it on the egg chair. I made my way into the closet about to pick up my pajamas when I suddenly had a flashback from the party.

I covered my face with both palms, pacing and grinding my teeth. I was so distracted that I hit my pinky toe on the wall. That made me even angrier.

Was I angry at the fact that I stubbed my toe?, or that the girl was married?, or that Lara kissed me?. I wasn't sure. All I was sure of was that I was furious.

I grabbed the plain navy blue silk pajamas and put it on, walking angrily out of the closet.

Getting in bed, I dragged the duvet closer to myself and used the remote to turn off the lights.

The reading lamp by my bedside was on partly because I was scared of complete darkness. I only had my thoughts to battle with.

I stared at the ceiling observing the intricate designs on the chandelier. I heard a notification. A message popped in. I got a glimpse of the message before the phone went off.

"Hi Damon Grey."

Not many people had access to my contact much less an unsaved number. Who was that? and why did the individual have the audacity to text in the middle of the night.

I inched closer towards the phone attempting to reply the text. Rethinking, I decided not to.

Who knows, it could be some scammers or those ones that advertised courses in digital marketing.

I chuckled, how could I become a multi-millionaire with a 29-dollar course that was on sale. Good heavens, that was almost impossible!.

Besides, if it worked, they wouldn't be advertising it that tirelessly and keep offering discounts, I thought.

I was wide awake now. I grabbed the phone and blocked the number without reading the text. If they really knew me, they'd make an appointment and if they were worth knowing their number wouldn't be unsaved.

I got up, paced and grabbed a glass of water gulping it and salivating at it's cool, hydrating feel.

I checked the time. It was 12:59 AM.

The air conditioner blew angrily and I could feel the frost on my earlobes. The curtain on the left side of the room swung, exposing the locked windows.

I observed the scenery. Some books on the desk, some on the shelves, a lamp, a fridge with a speck, an egg chair, an aloe plant leaning a little too close to the edge, the open closet door I could see from the corner of my eye.

This was going to be a long night.