My Poor Billionaire

Chapter 3

THE POOR BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER THREE

"Rosa! Rosa where the hell are you? Rosa!"

I hear a distant voice call out to me which makes me moan in my sleep. I try to turn around, but my movements are restricted by... pillows?

"Oh-oh, there you are," the voice draws closer and closer until I feel something being lifted off my body and I am greeted with Cara's masked-with-makeup face.

"Who the hell sleeps at this time of the day? The perfect and the beautiful Rosa Banks who got fired from her job just weeks ago because she was too good for the job," she coos, attempting to do a curtsy.

Why did she have to bring this thing up right now? I was trying to forget, at least that's why people take afternoon naps for, right? To forget.

"And who the hell comes into someone else's apartment without knocking?" I retort sitting up in the couch and doing long a stretch before heading to the kitchen to rinse my mouth.

When I walk back to the living room, Cara has already pulled out her laptop and was tapping away on it in speed. Her short bob hair was in a mess which made me question why she would come to my new apartment at this time of the day.

Cara is just twenty-five, but she has a perfect life. A nice well, paying job as a journalist, a perfect husband, and a beautiful baby boy. What more can one ask for?

"What are you doing here at this time of the day? Have you been fired too?" I ask her as I lean against the pillar separating the kitchen from the living room and watching her closely. She doesn't look up from her laptop for even a second. "Hey. let me make this clear, my apartment isn't for work, okay? So, if you know you are going to work, take that outside."

The mere sight of someone working makes me crazy especially after I was fired unfairly by that ruthless... Wait a minute, wasn't that a dream? Was Raymond Connor really here or was my mind trying to t*****e me again?

"Come, come, come around and take a look. I have the juiciest news ever!" she exclaims clapping her hands together after she is done typing. But yet again, her eyes didn't leave the screen. What exactly was she looking at?

Curiosity gets the best of me, so I stride over to where she sits and takes a seat beside her on the couch. Displayed on the screen is a large picture of Raymond the Devil Connor and his million-dollar smile. As usual, he's wearing one of his so-called billion-dollar suits. Yeah right.

"And why should I look at this jerk with a smile on his face?" I ask Cara sarcastically.

"Read the headlines, baby girl."

My eyes slowly leave the picture of the insanely rich homo sapien and travel up to the top of the picture.

CONNOR FASHIONS GETS SHUT DOWN. Published by Cara Williams, 12:25 PM, 12/01/19

My jaw almost drops to the floor as Cara jumps and claps for joy. "The moment we've all been waiting for! Plus, I had the honor of being the first person to publish this article."

Connor Fashions has been shut down? How is that even possible? I thought we were doing... well, I thought they were doing so well. Everything was going great before I left but what the hell happened? I didn't even know if I'm supposed to jump for joy together with Cara because they fired me unfairly. Well, the CEO fired me unfairly. But I just don't know anymore. I just sat there, staring at the headlines and questions probing my mind.

"Why aren't you jumping with joy? You are supposed to be happy. Have you forgot what they did to you?" surprise is written all over Cara's face as she looks at me.

"I know but Connor Fashions was doing so well when I left... I don't know why they could..."

"Well, when I talked with the company lawyers," Cara starts scrolling down in the article looking for something. "They mentioned that the company could be entangled with some dirty dealings or something, but no one can put a finger on it."

Dirty dealings? Oh yes, they were. They bought designs from poor and helpless designers who were looking for jobs and paid them to keep their mouths shut as they gave the designs to famous designers instead.

"This is so messed up, Rosa. The company has been shut down and all your pretty boy's assets have been seized until all the investigations are over."

With the sound of that, I quickly spring to my feet in sudden realization.

"Don't think anything bad, okay? I just need somewhere to stay for a few days, and you are the only one I could think of."

"Like I said last night, I'm in a difficult situation right now so I need somewhere to stay for a while,"

It wasn't a dream. None of it was. Raymond knocking on my door, holding nothing but a suitcase and asking for a place to stay, none of that was a dream. So, he was really here this morning.

I quickly run upstairs, leaving Cara in the living room calling my name like she was crazy. I just run upstairs and start looking around in all the two rooms in my apartment for any sign he was here. I stop at the door leading to the second bedroom when I see his black luggage under the bed.

I slowly walk over and pull it out and set it on top of the bed. Cara runs in and stands behind me, asking what has gotten into me. I just ignore her and stare at the expensive black luggage.

"Wow, who owns this bag? Looks pretty expensive. Do you have a visitor or something?" Cara gasps.

I still ignore her, with my eyes fixed on the sight in front of me. Raymond Connor was indeed here and he's going to come bac...

Cara and I freeze when we hear the front door ding open. He's here. He's here.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"Did you lock the door behind you?" Cara and I ask in unison.

I remember locking the door before I went to sleep but I think Cara might have opened it and forgot to lock it after coming in. But wait, how did she know the password? She wasn't even at the party last night. But that isn't the issue right now. The issue at hand right now is what the f**k is Raymond Connor doing in my apartment with a piece of luggage?

But there was only one way to find out. I quickly drop the luggage back on the bed and head downstairs. Lo and behold, Raymond is standing in the living room, still dressed in his suit, with his hands slipped into the pockets of his pants. I hear Cara's footsteps down the stairs, followed by loud gasps and stutters.

I pay no attention to Cara. I just fix my gaze on Raymond with my hands crossed over my chest, waiting for an explanation. His smirk grows wide with each passing second. Why was he even smiling? Why was he so relaxed? Wasn't his company shut down? This man has a lot of explaining to do.