Fake Date With Mr. Billionaire

Chapter Two

“Charlotte, what have you done?!”

Charlotte Spring was interrupted by the loud voice of her best friend as she walked in on her trying to successfully make a cup of coffee. She dropped the mug, bottle of milk and turned to face her best friend who was literally freaking out.

“What are you talking about, Rachael?”

She knew what exactly she was talking about but pretending to have no clue was her little way of consoling herself that she hadn’t gotten herself into trouble.

“I’m talking about what happened out there barely ten minutes ago!” her voice was back to its loud nature as she pointed in the exact spot it happened to emphasize her point. “With Wilson Locke!”

“Oh, that,” she bit her lip and looked at her best friend. “I’ve really gotten myself into trouble, have I not?”

“Yeah,” Rachael didn’t even bother sugar-coating her words.

“But,” Charlotte bit her already bruised lips. “Is he really that powerful as he made himself seem? I doubt that. He was just bluffing, was he not? I mean I don’t even know him.”

“You don’t know him cause your life literally revolves around you, your coffee shop, sadly Jackson and me,” Rachael flashed her an unapologetic smile. “You know that extremely tall building down the street, it belongs to him.”

“That really tall one?” Charlotte gestured with her hands, her eyes widening. “That looks really fancy and expensive.”

“Yes that one,” she nodded. “He is the owner. The CEO.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yes, dear,” Rachael pat her back. “I’m pretty sure that shirt you stained could buy this whole building and your shop.”

“Don’t terrify me,” Charlotte dramatically clutched her chest. “It can’t be that serious.”

“Whether it’s that serious or not, my friend,” Rachael said her final words before leaving. “Just pray he’s meeting goes well cause if it doesn’t, you’ll be in trouble. He could even sue you for obstruction of success.”

“Now that makes no sense.”

“But disposing a shirt simply because of a tiny stain does?” Rachael asked. “Rich people aren’t the most logical when it come to matters like this and unfortunately my friend, you just got yourself tangled in one of their series of illogical situations.”

Though her lips were already bruised from her biting them, Charlotte bit them again and muttered, “Shit.”

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“Congratulations on your contract, sir.”

Wilson smiled in return as he heard himself get congratulated again. He deserved all the congrats in the world after all, securing a billion dollar contract wasn’t child’s play.

Smiling, he took a sip of the coffee his secretary had gotten him after his long meeting. The coffee made its way to his tongue and the sweet taste hit him, making him wonder if it was just the sweet taste of coffee or the sweet taste of victory.

Taking another sip, he chuckled to himself. Remembering the day’s event, he couldn’t help but have his chuckle break into laughter.

“When was the last time I laughed like this?” he rhetorically asked, taking the final sip of his coffee. Always being busy with so much work and work related stuffs, he couldn’t remember the last time he had that much fun.

It was funny and took him a lot of stifling to not burst into laughter as he watched her tremble in front of him. The smile on his face wasn’t leaving as he remembered how her words came out stuttered.

“Ah, I didn’t even get her name,” Wilson thought aloud. He tested his memory, trying to see if he caught a name tag on her shirt but couldn’t remember seeing anything like that. All he could remember was her hair tied up in a bun, few strands managing to escape. Though her head was hung low, he could still get a look of her face. She had brown eyes that she tried to hard to keep away from his and full lips that were lightly coloured by lip gloss. Her skin was fair, cheeks slightly rosy probably from makeup or embarrassment of the whole situation.

She wasn’t dressed like a typical waiter. She had a light blue blouse on and her apron was wrapped around her waist, falling to cover the majority of her lower body. She was of average height but compared to his almost 6ft figure, she was just perfect for him to look down at.

If he was going to be honest, she was actually attractive.

And that made him laugh again.

He needed to see her again. If not to watch her and consider her clumsiness cute again, to at least give himself another good laugh.

He adjusted his sitting position and raised his wrist to check the time. He still had a couple of hours until he officially got off work meaning he couldn’t get to see her again immediately.

Consoling himself with the thought of the look on her face as she gushed out her apologies, he laughed and resumed working.

He ended up working for longer than he expected and though he didn’t want to, he had no choice. With his attention shared between his wristwatch and computer’s work screen, he worked and immediately it was 6pm, he shut his computer and mentally retired for the day.

He grabbed his jacket and immediately headed downstairs. As expected, his driver was awaiting his arrival and greeted him with a bow.

“Straight home?”

“No,” he replied him, spreading his palms. “You can go home. I have somewhere to be and I’ll be driving myself.”

“Oh,” his driver muttered, slowly placing his car keys in his spread palm. “Okay then. Have a safe drive then, sir.”

Luckily, he had a safe drive cause considering the speed he drove with, getting into an accident only seemed like the most natural thing to happen. He was able to get to her shop in less than ten minutes and immediately he found a perfect spot to park his car, parked and stepped out.

It was no longer sunny compared to the first time he was at her shop. It was already getting dark and as a result he was able to spot the glowing signage that read out ‘Charlotte’s Coffee Shop’.

Nodding, he walked towards the door and without hesitation, pulled it open. Though he had only being there once, he had gotten used to seeing it with customers so walking in to an empty shop felt strange. There was literally no one in with even the counter being empty.

He continued walking hoping to miraculously have someone show up in front of him. He walked further into the shop until he spotted a corridor then stopped.

It was a narrow and short corridor that seemed to be leading to a room that could be a*****e. On normal situations, he was supposed to stop as it seemed like a place open to only workers of the store but his desire to meet the lady that spilled coffee on his shirt got the best of him and he resumed walking.

He had only taken a few steps further when he paused. He could hear voices. Not just a singular one but from more than one person and they weren’t pleasurable sounds.

Without hesitation, he took another step and stopped when he could finally hear the voices loud and clear enough.

“And am I supposed to be blamed for your foolishness?!”

“You know very well that’s not I’m implying here.”

The voice sounded familiar. It had a familiar sound of fear laced with it.

Quickly, he moved towards the room and bent his head on getting there. He peeped and was finally able to see and hear what was going on.

True to his speculation, it was the lady who had spilled coffee on his shirt. She had hair free from the bun as they fell to her face doing a good job at covering major parts of it. The apron was no longer wrapped around her waist and he could finally take a good look at the jeans she was putting on and how it managed to define her curves.

In front of her was a guy. He was dressed in plain looking jeans and had a black shirt on. Few buttons of his shirt were undone and his hair looked dishevelled.

“Jackson, please-”

“Don’t touch me,” he violently pushed her away. As he did, her hair fell to a side, finally revealing her face, her tear stained cheeks being the highlight. “I’m so sick and tired of you!”

“Me too!” she said to him in an equally loud voice, hers filled with pain and fear. “Do you think I’m not also sick and tired and you? You do this all the time. You wrong me and instead of apologizing, you find a way to turn things around and make it my fault. And if I try to get angry, you try to break up with me only to come back to-”

“Are you trying to flatter yourself?” he cut her off, scoffing. “What? Break up with you only to come back? You’re the one who can’t live without me. Let’s get this straight.”

“Is that so?” she asked, tears freely rolling down her cheeks. “Am I really the one who can’t live without you, Jackson?”

“Charlotte-”

“Let’s break up then,” she said to Jackson with a cracked voice. “I’m the one letting you go this time. So yeah, get out of my life and let me be.”

Wilson exhaled, still watching them. He couldn’t understand why the whole situation was making him angry. Extremely angry.

“Charlotte,” her new ex-boyfriend moved closer to her and grabbed her by the shoulder. “Charlotte, do you have any idea what you’re doing right now?”

“I know,” she pushed him away. “I’m breaking up with you like I should have done long long ago-”

“You can’t break up with me!”

Wilson watched her shiver as he grabbed her by shoulder, shutting her up. His grip on her tightened and tears rolled down her cheeks freely.

“Charlotte,” unable to hold it in any longer, Wilson balled his fists and stepped in. the mention of her name had both her and her ex-boyfriend look up, his grip on her shoulder dissolving.

“Oh- you-” Charlotte tried to make up words, sniffling and wiping her face. “You- i- you-”

“I’ve been calling your phone,” Wilson cut her off, saying. “I couldn’t reach you so I came over and when I didn’t see you in the shop, I guessed you were going to be here.”

“What?” the look of confusion was obvious on Charlotte’s face. “Oh.”

“Let’s go,” he replied her, flashing a smile.”We’re going to be late.”

“Late?” she stuttered, exchanging glances with him then her ex-boyfriend. “Late for-?”

He took a closer step towards her and leaned. Closing the gap towards her, his hand went to her hair and as he tucked few strands behind her ear he whispered, “Don’t you want to get out of here?”

Sure she heard him, he moved backwards and repeated. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late for our meeting.”

Unable to say any more words, Charlotte simply nodded. In response, Wilson moved closer and put his arms protectively around her shoulders. “Let’s go.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Jackson spoke up in an attempt to stop them as he realized they were about to leave. “Get your arms off my girlfriend.”

“What?” Wilson paused to face Jackson. “Oh, sorry hi, I didn’t notice you earlier.”

“Who the f**k do you think you are?”

“Also,” Wilson continued, taking his arm off Charlotte’s shoulder to slide it around her waist. “She isn’t your girlfriend anymore so you should really stop calling her that.”

“You-”

“One more thing,” Wilson raised a finger to shut Jackson up then dug it into his pocket. “I would have loved to wait back to tell you who I am but I don’t really have a lot of time on my hands right now so all I can offer you is my business card in case you’re really curious.”

“You-”

“There,” he placed the business card in his hands then flashed him a smile. “Sorry, I have to go now. Do call me if you have any questions. Or better still, call my secretary cause I think I would be really busy tonight.”

The smile on Wilson’s face finally dissolved, his grip around Charlotte’s waist tightening. “Let’s go, Char.”