BILLIONAIRE FAMILY CONTRACT.

CHAPTER 3.

It's been five years since the unfortunate incident, I heard Nora got married to an older businessman and they have a child together.

Maybe she wanted none with me, since the news of her childbirth was announced my parents have been on my neck to get married and adopt kids also if I couldn't have mine I could give my love to another who needs it, but I can't find it in me to trust a woman anymore.

Presently, I'm in my house in BelAir dressed in a blue three piece suit Dormeuil Vanquish II with white shirt and gold cufflinks paired with a Tom Ford Custom Oxford and a Philippe Patek ‘prince tewfik’ pink on pink wrist watch, as I stepped into the kitchen for my breakfast I see my parents seated having breakfast.

“I wasn't aware of your arrival,good morning” I said, placing a peck on their cheeks before taking my seat to have my omelet and coffee, my vitamins are now in the care of my nanny.

“We dropped by this morning to see you before you go to work.” My dad replied.

“Let's not beat around the bush Hun, we want you to get married.” Mom said, always the blunt one.

“I was married.” I said coyly.

“Remarried, I mean young man.” She replied immediately

“And offer her what?” I fired back coldly.

“Don't you dare use that voice with your mother, Alexander.” Dad's voice boomed looking me directly in the eyes daring me to keep my attitude.

“I'm sorry mom.” I apologized taking my gaze off my dad to my half eaten plate of eggs.

“I know you are honey and we understand your situation but you can always adopt, there are lots of children out there in need of parents and I know you will make a good father someday. You have more than children to offer my love, you are devilishly handsome, you are my son and you are your father's son so which lady won't love you.” She concluded by holding my hand in hers.

“I still need time to…” I was cutted by my father.

“You have till my birthday,” that's impossible. His birthday is just three weeks away.

“That's impossible dad and you know it.” I voiced out.

“We see how different women grace your arm every day in the media, you can stick to one for three weeks and who knows for the rest of your life.” Mom said

“Oh sweetie, look at the time. We got to go darling, see you in three weeks with a daughter in law.” They both stood up leaving kisses on my hair each and took the leave.

Sighing heavily, I picked up my phone and took my leave to work.

“I can make a billion dollars with your thoughts, share with me selfish bastard.” Blake's voice pulls me out of thought.

Blake Anderson is my childhood best friend who moved back to Los Angeles after the Nora incident.

He's the owner of Blake Limited, he specializes in Pharmaceutical sector and also the CEO of Anderson Group which specializes in Construction and Hospitality. He's married with three kids and his wife Bella is a Pediatrics Surgeon.

“What are you doing here?” I smirked after doing our bro hug.

“Check your watch Xander, I'm here for our lunch date baby.” He grinned stupidly.

“Is it lunch yet and it's not a date you fool.” I checked my watch to see it's past 1.

“Let's go, idiot.” I picked up my phone and walked past him towards the door.

“All I've ever been to you is good and treated you with love but what do I get ungrateful bastard,” he calls out from behind me making me smirk harder.

“So, what were you deep in thought about?” He asked after catching up with me in the elevator.

“Marriage in three weeks.” I said with a sigh.

“Your parents?” I nod in response

“I don't know what to do.” I said.

“We can always get a decent lady to sign a contract for 2-3 years then divorce after.” He suggested seeing nothing wrong with it.

“Then I will be known as the King of divorce.” I responded.

“Who knows, maybe you can heal in the course and not divorce, adopt beautiful kids together and I can finally be a godfather you miserable thing.” He said as we entered his Aston Martin Valkyrie and he drove off.

I thought about Blake's proposal all through the day and there was nothing wrong with it, all that is left is to find a decent lady suitable for the role of a girlfriend, then a fiancé to a wife but for five years maybe adopted two kids then pay her five billion dollars at the end of the five years and take care of my kids after she's gone.

I called Blake to inform him of my decision the following day and we start the search of a suitable lady but the women we say were either sluts or narrow minded, my parents knows I would never get married to a narrow minded bimbo,

I have ten days left until dad's birthday and no lady to present yet.

Today is visit children's school day, I pick a school in Los Angeles once every three months to visit with school materials. I sometimes read to them and play with them for a few hours before leaving.

I got dressed in a black Ford three piece and black tie paired with a black Tom Ford Shoe and Rolex wristwatch, ate my breakfast with coffee took my pills then I made my way to work first to settle some meetings before I made my way to All Saints Preschool, it's a preschool for children whose parents are struggling to make ends meet.

I donated fifty million dollars and got Blake to come up with some buildings to help improve the learning environment and also donated some materials also.

“Can I visit a class, if you don't mind?” I asked the headteacher who is a woman in her fifties Mrs Michaels.

“You are in luck sir, class three will be having their reading session in a minute, this way.” She replies with a smile on her face.

We got to the entrance of a classroom with a lady in front of the classroom, she's dressed in a corporate gown and heels with a smile on her face as she instructs the children on what to do.

“Mrs Caroline, a minute please.” Mrs Michaels grabs her attention, she walks out of the classroom after telling the children to excuse her “Good afternoon ma and sir,” she greets.

I nod in response “This is Mr. Knights, he's one of our benefactors. He wants to say hi to the kids.” She explains to her.

“Good afternoon sir, you can come in, we are about to start our reading.” She replies looking uncomfortable and scared.

I know I'm scary and my reputation surpasses me.

I stepped into the classroom of almost thirty children “How old are they?” I asked her, trying to keep my voice as gentle as possible.

“They are five and we have two kids at ages 6 and two ages 4, sir.” She replies facing the children.

“Eyes on me my lovelies, this is Mr. Knights and he's here to say hello to you. What do we say to Mr. Knights?” She calls the attention of the children to herself easily.

“Hi Mr. Knights,” the children choruses eagerly

“Hello, how are …..” I was cutted off by a voice crying and another shouting angrily.

Mrs Caroline leaves and moves towards the back table and I follow hoping they aren't hurt.

She bends down beside a little girl who seems to be four and a boy who looks just like her shouting and pushing an older boy who is in tears but he's not stopping.

“Andre, please can you let Charlie go and explain what happened here to me.” She said to the boy while she consoles the crying girl but the boy wasn't listening so I decided to help.

“Hi buddy, he bullied your sister right.” I asked him after taking his hands off the crying Charlie into mine which made him look at me, his bright blue eyes met mine while his jet black hair covered his forehead as he tried to get out of my hold, but I wasn't letting him off easily so after a while he stopped.

“Do you want to tell me what happened here Andre?” I requested softly holding both hands into one of mine and using the other to part his hair from entering his eyes.

“He made Andria cry,” He said after a while, still looking at Charlie coldly.

“What did he do to her, baby?” Mrs Caroline asked him sweetly.

“He called her mute and that her daddy didn't love her that's why he ran away.” He explained.

I looked at the Charlie boy thanking God for him that he's a child. If not I would have dealt with him myself. The urge to defend these kids was overwhelming. I guess it's because they are twins.

The girl with Mrs Caroline was still sobbing “Can I help with her?” I asked her and she passed her to me.

“Oh princess, he's just jealous that you are pretty that's why he picks on you, don't cry anymore. Can I see your pretty face, Andria?” I said to her softly. She opened her eyes and I was met with the same bright blue eyes like her brother and a tiny button nose.

“But, he's right. We don't have a daddy.” She mumbles quietly if I wasn't holding her I won't catch her words, I guess she's shy that's why he calls her mute.

While Mrs Caroline handled Charlie, I looked at both children with the urge to tell them I can be your daddy but that seemed very stupid of me.

“From now on, you close your eyes and wish for your daddy to come back anytime anyone tells you you don't have a daddy, alright?” I instructed them with a smile.

After consoling them, I read to the children and took my leave not before asking for their names from their teacher.

Andre and Andria Summers.