Mr. Billionaire is Pregnant

CHAPTER 4: Happy pill

"I HEARD you have a new business to build?" Dad asked in the middle of the deafening quiet dining room. We are currently having our dinner at the mansion where I grew up. Him and Mom both requested this, that I join them to dinner.

I took a sip of water to be able to speak, "Where did you get that information?" I asked in a calm tone. I haven’t mentioned them that Imari and I are merging into a business for the reason that I want to impress them. I intend to tell them about this at the time that this business is already successful.

"That news has spread among my staff, and beside," he sliced ​​the fresh grilled meat over his blank plate, "You are our son, expect that you'll really be the stuff of news."

Mom just looked at me, waiting for my answer. I nodded passionately like a well-mannered prince, "Actually, it's just a proposal going on, Dad." I reached outthe jar of juice and slightly filled my glass, "We haven't started that yet." I said then drank, I hope I would have an appetite again.

A clear smile formed on my mother's lips, "You grew up to what we prepared you to be. I'm so proud!" She proclaimed in an arrogant voice. Her eyes twinkle in innocent manner, but she is an actress.

I was forced to smile back, “Thank you, Mom,” I said. I've wanted to hear a word like that from them for a long time but it was only now that I could make them proud of what I also want to do. All my life I was submissive to them, I was a puppet. Though it made them proud, it was not my choice; I was not happy with it. I'm glad that I was given the opportunity to make my own decision, as it is now.

"Proposal?" Dad repeated what I said as if he wasn't ecstatic with it.

I looked straight into his eyes with mixed trepidation in my heart, "Yes, Dad. I'm going to merge with a well-known businessman."

His left eyebrow rose slightly, something that made me gulped secretly. Dad is really intimidating. "Well -known businessman? Who is he?" He asked.

"M-Miguel Imari," because of the strange nervousness I was feeling, I stuttered. But luckily I was able to intact my answer.

When Dad heard Miguel Imari's beautiful name, it was as if there was a fresh breeze surrounded him that changed his intimidating mood. His mood was shaded by a smirk on his lips and smiling eyes.

"Imari?" Mom repeated, she's now looking at Dad. A smirk also formed on her lips. Perhaps they know how rich the Imari clan is and how good they are in the field of business.

"The taste of our dinner is lovely," Dad turned his gaze to his plate and continued slicing the meat. He tried to hide his smile on his lips but it was too obvious. Why did he change the topic? Miguel Imari's name seems to have become a happy pill to my father.

"Good luck with that, Son." Mom placed a sliced grilled meat on my almost-empty plate, "You adopted the way of how we decide."

The only thing I could do was to smile. They were always preparing me to be like them. And now that I’ve grown up to be like them (as what everyone says), it makes them contented. I'm glad that I have learned something from my past experiences and from them, but I will never be happy when I choose to be like them. I might act and think like them, but my heart, it knows what I really want—it definitely knows that I don't want to be the replica of my parents.

After the dinner, I went to my old room where all the grievances I had when I was young can be seen. As soon as I went inside, I rolled my eyes around my hundred square meter room. The space is still gigantic even though I’m a grownup man now. I slowly walked over to my soft and gray bed. I bent my knees, I peeked under of it and grabbed the square box made of thin stainless steel. I made this box (No, I paid someone to make this box) on purpose, to hide my secrets.

I eyed at its appearance for a minute before I brought it on my favorite desk. It has a personalized padlock and I am the only one in the world who has its key. Of course, I made it for myself.

I pressed the butt of the padlock, it has a secret button, and viola! Its one and a half inch body opened. Inside of it is a scanner, a finger print scanner. You thought that it needed a key to open, right? The key I was talking about was my finger print. This is to make sure that I am the only one who can open it. As I said, its inside are my secrets—they are not just secrets. It’s a huge secret about my true identity. Here, I hide everything I want to say and shout to the world.

I made this box because I believe and hope that the day will come when my parents will know about who I really am, and I don’t want them to disgrace me. I want them to understand my situation and what I went through—through this box, that will be possible. I guess so.

The padlock successfully opened, I threw a grin as I opened my secret box. Pink color immediately popped up in me, I barely laughed when I remembered my experiences way back then. Those times that I forced myself to hide my true color, and those times when I was confused as to what I really wanted. Everything seemed like yesterday. I breathed heavily as I looked at the pictures inside the box, one by one. Photos of me.

I pushed my body a little backward as I held my tummy when I saw the photo of me with make-up, this one is the craziest! I just put on make-up myself and I even wore the swimsuit that Mom used at their pool party then; I was just a kid here, I think I'm only about ten years old. I scratched my nape. I had a lot of nonsense deeds way back then.

It’s really uncontrollable when you’re curious, right? There is something really inside you that urges you to do something.

I was shocked when a photo landed on my hand, I was in the hospital in this photo. My forehead was bandaged and there was a white cement on my arm. Oops! I will never forget this day. This was the first time I had been confined in the hospital because of my crazy classmate in Elementary. Of all the people in this world, she was the one I hated the most. Like, really! I stayed in the boring, cold, and lonely hospital room for days because of what that girl had done to me. I could no longer remember what her name was, but what she did to me, I will never forget that.

She's one of the reasons why I hate women, not super hate, but that's one of the reasons why I don't get turned-on to women.

Women are brave, fierce, fearless, and above all they are superior. They are like wild lions at the Zoo who don't want to be tamed.

FLASHBACK (ELEMENTARY DAYS)

"Why so cute?" Asked the girl who I think was my classmate. I didn't know my classmates so well, that's why I didn't know them either. Her grin reached her ear, she was wearing a pink dress, the end of the skirt of her dress had something that glowed. Were those stars? I didn't know what that thing was, but I'm sure it caught my attention.

I remained standing in front of the girl holding my backpack with only one notebook, I was lazy to study. I stared at her without emotion, my eyes were drowsy and almost closed. I walked boredly towards the inside of the classroom, I avoided that girl. I knew I'm cute even if she doesn't tell me that anymore.

"What a bad habit you have!" I heard the woman shout from behind me.

I didn’t know why what I heard made me annoyed instantly. I stopped walking, I let go of the backpack I was holding and soulful faced her, "What did you say?" I raised my eyebrows and said this in a calm but venomous voice. Who is this girl? Why did she have the courage to say such a word to me? Doesn't she know me? Doesn't she know my parents?

Instead of being scared, she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at me. That made me even more annoyed with her. "Why are you ignoring me?" she asked incredulously. Her child-like attitude didn't impress me.

"I said, what did you say?" I repeated my question as I made one step closer to her. I tried to look more intimidating in her eyes but it didn’t seem to work because she seemed even more angry at what I did.

"I was wrong," she rolled her eyes at me again, "You're ugly!" She shouted and spitted saliva near her feet and stomped on it as if she was extremely disgusted of me. She even gave me a critical grin when she saw I saw what she did, "No one ignores me."

That's it! I will never miss what this grl is doing to me. I can't take it anymore. She has no respect! She doesn't even know me, who does she think she is? Can her image save her? Be sure because what I'll do next is for sure will ruin her image.

I ran towards her and grabbed her long lacking bronze hair. I shook her head as I hold on tight onto her hair, until she was dizzy. I didn’t expect her to push me into my tummy with her head. I was pushed back a few steps due to her force and I did not realize that a long staircase was just behind me.

I fell, but I was not alone, of course I did not let go of her hair. We both fell down the demonic stair. I could hardly remember what happened next as long as I knew there were already ambulances responding. They rushed me to the hospital, I broke a bone in my arm, I had a large wound on my forehead and a small scars on my body.

Because of that, Mom transferred me to another expensive school, and they filed a case against the manager of my previous school and they also complained the parents of that girl.

I wonder what is her condition now. I hope she doesn't wake up. She gave me a nightmare! She deserves a forever sleep!

END OF FLASHBACK

To this day, I still do not know the name of that girl. Where is she now? Does she still remember me? What kind of life did she have after the tragedy? What she did still makes me annoyed, but as a matured person by now, I want to apologize to her.

First of all, we were both kids that time and yet not in the right frame of mind. Second, I hurt her physically first but because of the power of my parents, the story was reversed. And lastly, my response to her compliment was exceedingly ugly. I should have just said thank you.

I was deep in thought when suddenly my cellphone rang inside my pocket. I stood up to be able to get the phone, "Who is this?" I asked myself when I saw the unregistered number that called me.

"Hi?" I doubtedly greeted the person on the other line. Weird. There aren't many people calling me; only few have my number. My family, and my secretary to be exact.

"Good evening, Mr. Fuentes." Warm greetings from the man on the other line. I know who owns this seductive voice, Mr. Imari.

My heart beats faster causing me to smile deliberately, "Mr. Imari?" I asked to confirm that it was him.

"Yes, it's me," he confirmed.

"But why did you call me? Why don't you just call my secretary?"

"Ahm," the other line was silent for a few seconds, "I'm sorry, I actually insisted your secretary to give me your number, I'm sorry."

I don’t know why I felt weird inside my stomach, as if butterflies were playing in it. My lips smiled spontaneously as I sat down again. What is Mr. Imari's purpose with that he thought of taking my number instead of talking to my secretary?

I let out a gentle breath, "Why Mr. Imari? What's your purpose?" I asked in a bossy tone. Of course, I can’t express how I feel. I can't let him know about it.

"Aren't you wondering why among all of the businessmen, you are the one I approached to collaborate on the Getty's Resort project?"

"Hmm," my left eyebrow rose slightly at his question, "Is that because of my background? Family background?" instead of answering his question I threw in another question.

I heard him laugh, "You're right," he sighed, "I've known you ever since Mr. Fuentes, you're a popular man that I want to work with."

I felt a little delight and discouraged. Did he just want to collaborate with me because of my family background and the fame my parents had established? It's not a good idea for him to use me!

"Those words are not new to me, Mr. Imari." My tone still hasn't changed, I'm still bossy but deep down I'm losing my appetite already. "Many have tried to collaborate with me precisely because of my fame." I flipped the photos one by one inside my secret box while still holding my cellphone and it was still glued to my ear, "But you're unique among them. The reason why I noticed you right away."

"Honestly, that's not my only reason. I also want to learn something from a great entrepreneur." I don’t know if he is just kidding me or he just fooling me, but I can’t deny that I was a little excited about it.

Imagine, a good businessman, in fact he is better than me, would call me a ‘good entrepreneur’. Maybe I should just be glad.

"Thank you, I hope we can both learn from each other."

"Thank you very much for the opportunity, Mr. Fuentes. I would like to invite you tomorrow, I will show you the area where I plan to build the Getty's resort."

I was stunned in that moment, I stopped what I was doing and bit my lip so hard. I suddenly felt the thrill. Are we the only people that'll go in that area? Was this his purpose why he took my number?

"I-Is that just the two of us?" I stuttered the question but I didn’t make it noticeable.

"Yes, if possible. Are you all right with that, Mr. Fuentes?" A question from him that caused my cheek to heat up.

This is the first time I have felt this way. This is the first time that someone invited me to go to a place that was just the two of us. Maybe other people didn’t have a chance to invite me because it is indeed difficult to talk to me personally. It has to go through my secretary. I even planned on hiring a personal assistant because I think I will be busier next month.

I patted my heated cheeks, my room is absolutely cold because of its air-conditioner but it was not able to cool my cheeks. Then, I felt my heartbeat racing.

Why am I like this? Why do I think I'm already in love? Do I really like Mr. Imari? Ugh! This is so unprofessional. Business is my goal with him, I should stick with that.

"I'll check my schedule first, if I'm loaded tomorrow, let's just move it to another day." Bossy I said.

"Noted, thank you very much." And this was where our conversation ended.

I wondered if I would let him take me in that place with only the two of us. Should I let him? Ugh! I have to erase in my mind the strange feeling I have every time Mr. Imari and I talk. I shouldn't fall for his charm, I have to focus on my businesses.

If I fall, I lose, and maybe the whole world will know my true color in no time.

I proceeded to put my photo back inside my secret box and neatly put it back under my bed. Shortly, afterwards, I was knocked over by an unexpected knock on my door. Who the hell was that? I was surprised!

I messed my hair up out of annoyance, maybe it was one of the maids of the mansion. Then why knock the door with force? That maid has no respect.

My eyebrows and my annoyance immediately dissolved as I opened the door. It was Dad.

"Dad," I softly called him.

"Hey son," he tapped me on the shoulder, "I just want to confirm which of the Imari's you'll be joining in the new business you're going to build?" He asked curiously.

I grabbed my chin and looked up at the ceiling as I thought carefully about Imari's background, "I haven't investigated Imari's background yet. All I know is that it's Grande Imari's offspring." Just after saying that, I looked at Dad, "Why Dad? Do you know him?" I asked.

A smirk was made on his face after pouring a massive smoke out of his mouth from the vape he was using, "Very well-known, son. He tapped me on the shoulder three more times, "You made the right decision." He added and started walking down the stairs. Was that his only purpose on me?

When he disappeared from my sight, a confusion on my mind happened next. Why was Dad really confident that I was in the right decision when he found out that one of the Imari's would be with me on the Getty’s Resort project? What do the Imari's have? Aside from the fact that they are good at business, what else sets them apart?

I know Dad's standard, it's high. It would be difficult for anyone to make him impressed. I wondered, why did he trust Imari so much? What is with Imari clan?