My Poor Billionaire

"I am your father, and I need you now to run our empire. You are my only successor. My own flesh and blood. I don't want my sweat to be put in a waste." A man in a thick voice said. I dont know him, really. He just showed up in our door and claimed to be my father. I narrowed my eyes at him. He talked like it is no big deal. Me, being his son. He, wanting me to take over. I dont need it. I dont need him. Why now, huh? Because he needed an heir? Where was he when I needed a father? Nowhere. My mother was ridiculed because of him. I was the laughing stock because I was born without him. Now this? I laughed mockingly at him. I know that my eyes are filled with anger and animosity towards this man. "You are wasting your time, Sir. I am not interested with your empire. I am not interested to be your son. I don't have a father. I lived without one and will continue living without one. You can leave, now. Take your money with you and to your grave. I dont need it. I dont need you." I told him without blinking. My voice was seething with anger. He looked at me, unfazed with what I said. "I will come again. I know you will change your mind in time." He said smirking. He stood up and signaled his men behind him standing like statues. Wearing all black with black shades. They look funny to me. Before he turned his back, he left a card on the table. I looked at the card and took a glance of his name on it. I grimaced. If he only came here to apologize, I might not have treated him that way. But no, he came and bragged about his wealth that I have no interest of. Then order me around to be his heir. He wanted me to study again so I could manage his empire. He just said it like we have known each other for years, when in fact, I just know him for less than six hours. I will never be interested with his life. I even thought he's dead. I sighed and took a deep breath. I massaged my temple and licked my lower lip. I dont have to tell my mother about what happened. She had enough. She is who I am living for, the only reason and no one else. It was already late afternoon, when I saw my mother came. She looks tired but when she sees me, she smiled happily. I smiled back at her, my heart is full. I kissed her cheeks before I hugged her so tight, wanting to forget the sadness that slowly crept in me. If only I have a lot of money. I tried to stop her from working though but my mother as stubborn as a bull didn't listen. She said she wanted to work not because she needed to but because her body is used to it. I can pay our bills now as I already have a stable job. The pay is good. What I would give to see her happy. I took the paperbags she is holding and put it on the kitchen. She followed me there and sat on the chair. "You should take a wife, son. You shouldn't worry about me. I wanted to see my grandkids. I bet they will be good looking. It runs in our genes." She said it jokingly. But I found no humor in what she said. I still want to take good care of her, like what she did years back. Even when we were struggling, even when she was tired of the humors and the people spreading it. "In time, Mama. I have no time for women right now. You are already enough." I said sweetly at her. I am a Mama's boy, alright. But it is understandable, as I grew up without a father figure. She smiled at me and stood up. But I stopped her."Let me cook, Ma. For my queen." She giggled and hit my shoulder." I was about to go to my room and change my clothes, Nico. I am not planning to help you out. I miss your cooking." She said sweetly at me too before exiting the kitchen. I finished cooking her favorite dish when she went inside the kitchen again. I pulled a chair for her and served her cheerfully. She looked at me with pride in her eyes. She is the reason why I am contented with my life. I have no intention to mess it up with rubbish people. I don't want to associate with the people who neglected us especially who caused her pain. I don't want drama and plasticity. "I saw Sharry at the grocery. She's beautiful and I can see that she is very interested with you, son. Why dont you date her? I like that girl." She said smiling. Sharry, I smirked at the thought of that one particular girl. I am disgusted with her. I remembered one event but I shrugged the thought. "Stop playing cupid, Ma. I don't like her at all. I dont like girls who throw themselves to men like they dont value themselves." I said it without thinking. I saw how my mother's face turned bitter and hurt. My God, I'm sorry. "Ma, I didn't mean to say that. You are not one of those. Your situation was different. You loved deeply and was betrayed." I said sadly as I tried to console her. I sat beside her as I tapped her back. "I know, son. I just wanted to see you settle down," I cursed my self silently as I looked at her sad face. "I will, Mama. But not now, when I will find the right one for me, I will marry her right away and we will give you dozens of grandkids." I cheerfully said at her. I sighed when I saw how she smiled at me. She happily finished her food. She kissed me goodnight and then she went straight to her room. I washed the dishes and cleaned the mess. In time, I will. But not with Sharry. Yes, she is beautiful but not the marrying type. I find her stupid. She is too much to take. Just too much. Today's event is too much.