THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET WIFE

2; Three Years Later.

CHAPTER 2- “Three Years Later”.

Amelia Rose Smith.

“I cannot believe you quit your job under Isabella to move back here with me,” Nana’s disbelief laced voice came.

I dragged my suitcase into her small apartment, lifting my head up just in time to see her sporting her famous glare directed in my direction. “You missed me,” I joked, as I closed the door with my foot and pulled my suitcase further into the house. “Just admit you are happy to have me move back in with you.”

She let out a sound under her breath, “Don’t kid yourself young woman. What I will miss now is not having my personal space because you will be all up in it.” Did I mention that Nana has an attitude befitting of a teenager? No? Well, she does.

My lips formed into a smile, as I let go of the suitcase handle once close enough, and made a move to wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. “My Nana,” I cooed.

She tried to shrug me off, “No, get off me. You trying to suffocate me or something?” She can exaggerate as well, apparently.

“I won’t,” I said in a small voice, still not letting her go. Oh, how I miss being in Nana’s arms. There is just this homey feeling that accompanies it that certainly cannot be found in my busy lifestyle in New York.

Don’t get me wrong, my now former boss and friend, Isabella Montague is a sweetheart. But part of the reason I went to work for her again is because she needed someone with her as well. Now, she has a husband and a baby on the way, she does not need me anymore. My Nana does.

She eventually slackened, and wrapped an arm around me, and I could feel her smile against my head. “I made your favorite,” She mumbled. “Your room is the same way you left it as well. Go drop your bag then come out so we can catch up, okay?”

“Alright, Nana.” I kissed her temple, before making a move to take a hold of my suitcase again. “I will be right back.” With that, I disappeared off down the small corridor that lead to the only other bedroom in the house, beside Nana’s.

The moment I stepped in, I was ascertained of her words even more. The room surely looks as though it has not even been touched. And I have been away for three years, barely making it back during the holidays due to my busy schedule as an assistant to the CEO of the biggest design companies.

When I do get breaks, Nana insists I do not come back, in case I run into she whom I would rather not cross paths with. Plus, there is someone else I am avoiding here—a certain someone that spikes bad memories that I do not wish to recall. I am only back because of Nana now, else I have no other reason to move back here.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I made my way further into the room, keeping the suitcase aside before I slumped on the bed, inhaling the familiar scent as I flicked my eyes close. A small smile escaped my lips as I breathed out. “California,” I whispered. “It is good to be home.”

*~*

“Nana, I am heading out. I agreed to meet up with Hazel and Isla.” I informed Nana, as I stepped into the living room, all decked up and ready for my girls’ night out. “I might stay up late, don’t wait up. I will be back before midnight though.”

Nana looked up from where she is watching one of her many Filipino soaps—she is too much obsessed with dramas I tell you, then gave me a onceover before she gave me a knowing look. “Hazel and Isla huh? Is there going to be a certain guy in the picture whom might become my future grandson-in-law?” Her lips slanted upwards into a sly smile, one that shows she is pretty much very open to the idea.

“Nana,” I warned as I gave her a look. “I told you, I am not interested in any relationships of any sort.” Did I mention she is unaware of my marriage? No? Well, she is not.

Nana is heavy on marrying someone you love, and how marriage is so important. She has stressed one too many times about how marriage is the best thing to happen to one—if you marry someone you love. Believe me, I have heard the story of how she and my grandfather and I met way too many times I understand her point. If she knows I married a stranger and do not even know what he looks like much less have not communicated with him in three years, she will kill me.

I will quite literally reach the grave before she does, no exaggeration intended. So, it is better to keep that secret to ourselves and round it all up nicely without her knowing.

Thankfully, Isabella’s return three years ago and me getting back my job came just in time, and I used that as an excuse as to how I got money for her surgery. She knows, and loves Isabella so she did not question it nor think deeply into it.

That means she has been trying to get me to be with someone all these years though, and she gets turned down every single time. She is tenacious though.

She gave a hum that shows she does not believe me. Turning around completely to look at me, she continued. “Speaking of clubs, you know your grandfather and I quite met at the club as well,” Her lips slanted into a dreamy smile, and there goes the story she has recounted one million times. “The old lad was bewitched by my beauty at very first sight, he could not help but come and offer to buy me drinks along with my friends. Now, he was good looking to say the least, quite a sexy hunk if I say so myself and was ripped--”

“Alright, alright, Nana, enough already! I do not need to hear this more than I already have.” I covered my ears with my hands as I rushed over to where she was, leaning down to place a quick peck on her forehead before I rushed out. “Sleep well, Nana!” I made my way out before she could carry on with the story.

Behind me, I heard her scream her farewell, as well reminding me she is very much opened to me bringing home a fine lad from the club as well, just not tonight and how she won’t say a thing if I do not return home tonight.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head at her wild thoughts. As if I would try such a reckless thing. I have never been such a person, and I do not plan on becoming one tonight.

Hailing a cab, I gave him the name of the club and sat in silence as he drove off. The club was about twenty minutes away from Nana’s, as her house was downtown and the club is in the upper parts of the state—the fancier and rich side.

Stepping out of the cab, I was instantly met with the line there. It reached my turn soon enough though, and after showing my ID card, the bouncer gave me a second look, as if he could not believe I am actually of the age he sees there.

Regardless, he stepped aside and allowed me in. The moment I stepped foot in the club I was welcomed by the blaring music, only I was pretty impressed by what I saw. I was expecting a bunch of sweaty bodies and a full packed club—and it was, but it was coordinated at the same time. Nothing like those downtown clubs you go to. This one is a classy one, and something about that made me feel relieved.

I sighed my friends at the counter almost immediately, so I made my way over to them.