My Unwanted Billionaire

Uncle Jack and I are having dinner together for the first time in a while. I usually eat dinner with Jason, even on days when Uncle Jack is not working the night shift. I want to tell him tonight that I have decided to move in with Jason. I haven’t told Jason yet. I felt I should tell uncle jack first.

“Spill,” Uncle Jack says, noticing me holding back from saying something.

“I have decided to move in with Jason.”

“Hmm, so you were serious about moving out.”

“Yes, I was”

“Are you sure you are ready to take that step in your relationship with Jason”

“I believe I am.”

“If you feel you are, then it’s fine with me. I won’t stop you from moving out.”

“Really,” I was worried he wouldn’t like the idea of me moving in with Jason since he is not too happy about me moving out of the house in general.

“Yes, I need to allow you to grow on your own”

“Thank you, Uncle Jack.”

“You are welcome, dear.”

The following day, I drive over to Jason’s place. I park in my usual spot and walk to the elevator. I step out of the elevator once it arrives at the penthouse. I walk to the living room to meet Jason. He has some papers laid out in front of him.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Great, you are here, come and help me choose,” Jason says, looking at the office sample designs in front of him.

“Hello to you too,” I say, pecking his cheeks as I sit beside him on the couch

“Sorry, love, my mind is occupied with trying to pick the best one among these designs.”

“Let me see,” I say, sitting forward to look at the papers in front of him. “This one is nice,” I say, pointing to a picture of an office that is designed in brown colors. The walls are painted beige, the desk is brown, and the chairs are white.

“I prefer darker colors.”

“How about this one,” I say, pointing to a picture of an office designed with dark colors. The walls are painted grey, the desk is dark brown, and the chairs are black.

“I like it. Do you like it among all of them”

“Yeah, it looks nice.”

“I will go with this one then.”

“Alright,”

“What would you like to do today, my love,” Jason says, putting his full attention on me. Now that he is done with choosing a design for his office, he has my time. I wonder why he seems to care a lot about how his office looks. I didn’t picture him as that type of person.

“Anything is fine with me, and I wanted to tell you something.”

“What do you want to tell me?”

“I thought about what you asked me last time, and I would love to move in with you.”

“Really, you would,” Jason says, as his face brightens up

“Yes, I realized you were right. I practically live here already. I might as well just move out of my house and move in here permanently.”

“I am so happy you agreed to move in with me. I can’t wait to have my closet remodeled so you can move in,” Jason says, smiling.

“How long do you think it would take?”

“A month tops, but you will still spend the night here from now on. We will just move you in properly once it’s done.”

“That’s fine with me,” I say, smiling.

Two weeks have gone by since I decided to move in with Jason. I am on my way to his new office to give him his morning coffee. Jason moved two doors away from his old office since it’s getting remodeled. I am about to turn the doorknob when Jason beats me to it.

“Good morning,” I say, handing him his coffee.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” He says, pecking my cheeks and collecting the coffee from my hand.

“Where are you going to?” I ask, walking behind him

“To my old office, they finished the remodeling yesterday.”

“Really, so fast.”

“I know; I hope they did everything the way I asked”

“I am sure they did. No one would want to be on the receiving end of your anger.”

“Am I that scary when I am angry?”

“Yes, very scary.”

“Wow, I didn’t know, but I guess it’s a good thing. That way, people won’t mess with me,” Jason says, turning the doorknob of his old office.

“I guess so,” I say, walking inside with him.

“What do you think?” He asks, standing in the middle of his old office that looks like it’s a new one. Everything was changed, from the color painted on the walls to the chairs in front of his desk that is also new. Everything is new and different.

“It’s beautiful; I like it,” I say, smiling.

“I am happy you like it because now you can help me taint it.”

“Taint it,” I ask, confused.

“The reason I got my office remodeled is because I didn’t want you, the woman who owns my heart, to have her ass print the same places women who were not up to her standard did. I wanted to rip your panties and take you everywhere in my office, knowing only your body has touched this desk or chair or wall.” Jason says, wrapping his arms around me

“Jason,” I say as tears weld up in my eyes. I can’t believe he remodeled his office for this reason. Everything makes sense now. Why he won’t have sex with me in his office, and why he didn’t tell me the reason. If he had told me the reason, I would have told him not to do it, but I am so happy he did it. It shows how much he respects me and cares about my feelings. I know Jason’s past, and I still chose to be with him. I feel so touched by what he did for me.

“Yes, Eleanor,” He says, staring at me with those hazel brown eyes of his

“Thank you,” I say and kiss him.

“You are welcome,” He says once we break from our kiss. “Which place would you like me to take you first,” He says, smirking.

“Are you sure you can’t come? I can make sure grandmother is on her best behavior,” Jason says as he gets ready to go for a party, his grandmother is hosting.

“There is no need for that. I prefer to stay at home than to spend the whole night under her hateful eyes.” I say, getting comfortable under the covers with the TV remote in my hand.

“I understand; I will be back by 12,” He says, walking over to me by the head of the bed.

“I will be waiting,” I say, then kiss him goodbye.

A few hours have gone by since Jason left. I am still watching TV in the bedroom. I plan to wait for him to come back before I go to bed. It’s almost 12, so he should be back soon. I dial his number to find out if he is on his way already. The phone rings, but he does not pick up. Maybe he can’t hear it ring while it’s in his pocket.

The time is 1 a. m. now, and Jason is still not back; I am beginning to get a little worried something might have happened to him. His phone stopped going through a few minutes ago. I want to call his grandmother and ask her if he has left, but I don’t have her number. The only person who could have her number is also sleeping. Mr. Crawford won’t be awake by this time of the night. I thought about going to his grandmother’s place to make sure he left but decided not to. It’s possible he decided to stay longer and didn’t tell me because his phone died. I will wait a little longer before I go over to her place.

I open my eyes once I feel my phone ringing beside me. I reject the call without caring to check who is calling and go back to sleep. I shoot my eyes open when I realize it’s morning and Jason is not in bed. I stretched my hands to his side of the bed and found it empty. I must have fallen asleep waiting for him last night.

I pick up my phone and check if he is the one who called. I unlock my phone and find no text or call from him. It was uncle jack that called; I will call him back later. Right now, I need to find Jason. I stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom to check if he is already up. He is not in the bathroom. I walk downstairs to check if he is making breakfast in the kitchen or anywhere else in the house. I can’t find Jason anywhere in the house.

I am about to dial his number when an email comes in. I swipe it away, but another one comes again. In the process of swiping it away, I clicked on it. The second the email opens, tears immediately form in my eyes. The pictures before me become blurry as my tears drop on my phone.

I don’t believe this, no, no, Jason would never do this to me. This is a lie; this is not Jason in this picture. He will never cheat on me. The email I received is a picture of Jason in bed with Christine. I hold my chest as I feel my heart aching as a text message comes in.

“I am sure you are looking for Jason and wondering if that picture is true. Visit this hotel and this room number 205 to get the answers you need.”

The text message reads. How could Jason do this to me? This picture must be photo-shopped. I don’t want to believe the love of my life would cheat on me.