My Unwanted Billionaire

Mr. Jason and I had a nice ride which was surprising to me. I don’t know why he didn’t let Evan take me on the ride instead, but at least he did not say or do anything annoying to me. I heard him mutter something to himself while we were riding, but his words didn’t make any sense as always. He said, “I can’t have another man close to you like that.” If I didn’t know better, I would say he sounds like a jealous boyfriend who wants no guy around his girlfriend.

We are back in the stables. Mr. Jason is placing his horse, a black mustang, back in her place for the night. We are about to walk out of the stables when I hear voices outside. They belong to Amber and Evan, and it seems they are arguing about something. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I decide to stay back inside the stables and wait for them to finish discussing while listening to what they are saying.

“It was a mistake. You should forget about it,” Amber says

“I can’t, and I know you also can’t forget about it,” Evan says,

“It’s not my business that you can’t forget about it.”

“It’s your business because I know that night was not just another forgetful one-night stand to you,” Evan says, and my eyes almost fall out of their socket. I can’t believe Evan and Amber had a one-night stand but when. Why didn’t Amber tell me about it? Is she ashamed that she slept with Evan, but why would she be ashamed? I will have to ask her about it later.

“What are you doing?” A voice says from behind me?

“Shh,” I say, placing my hands on the person’s lips to hush them. I can’t have Amber and Evan know that I am listening to their conversation. I am finally finding out why they have been behaving very sneaky around me these days. I can’t help but continue to eavesdrop on their conversation right now.

“Did you just hush me?” Mr. Jason says, sounding surprised and annoyed with what I did. The blood in my body leaves once I remember who is behind me. I totally forgot he was here. He is so going to kill me.

I don’t even care about Amber and Evan’s conversation anymore. I need to pray that my death won’t be painful after what I just did to Mr. Jason. I slowly close the door and take my time turning around to face him. I close my eyes and wait for his wrath to fall upon me.

I don’t know how many seconds pass, but nothing happens. I open my eyes and see that Mr. Jason is just staring at me.

“Let’s go,” He says, grabbing my hand to walk out of the stables. I was not expecting him to hold my hand, so I missed my footing and almost fell down but don’t because Mr. Jason catches me before I could.

He helps me stand back up, and to avoid losing my footing again, I place my hands on his chest to steady myself. My right hand lands on his chest, and I can feel his heart beating hard against my hands. The rhythm of his heartbeat is nice to feel, but the more we stand in this position, I start to feel mine increase. The closeness between us is making my heartbeat increase as I stare into his eyes. His eyes don’t hold the usual dark void like always. Instead, today, they are filled with curiosity, and I wonder what he is curious about. Mr. Jason removes his hands from around my waist once someone enters the stables. He walks out before I can say or do anything.

I am at my desk when Evan walks out of Mr. Jason’s office. He came to see Mr. Jason today at the office.

“How was your meeting,” I ask Evan as he walks towards my desk

“It was good and how is work. I was so much in a hurry when I arrived I didn’t have time to ask you about work.”

“Work is the same; you know how your cousin is.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Did the meeting go the way you wanted?” I ask, standing up from my seat to walk him to the elevator

“Yes, it did. Jason is far more experienced in the business industry than I. it makes him the best person to talk to when I have problems with my business” Evan owns bars and clubs around the state. He is not into the family business. He believes only one grandson is enough to handle it.

“Yeah, he is good, and it’s nice that he makes time to help you.”

“Yeah, it’s good that he does, and it makes me wonder if I will become stuck up like him when I am as experienced as him.”

“God forbid you won’t. You are naturally a fun person. That would never change”

“So Jason is not a fun person,” He says, entering the elevator

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“I do, and bye,” Evan says, smiling, waving at me as the elevator door closes.

“Bye, Evan,” I say, smiling and waving back.

I turn away from the elevator to walk back to my desk. As I turn, the glare in Mr. Jason’s eyes makes me want to run into a corner, away from his eyes. I wonder what I did now to deserve this glare from him.

“Eleanor, my office, now,” He says and walks to his office.

I follow after him but take my time to walk to his office. The second I turn the doorknob, he grabs my hand and throws me against the wall. What is wrong with Mr. Jason?

“What did I tell you about smiling towards other males?” He says annoyed

“That I shouldn’t,” I say, avoiding eye contact with him.

“And what did you do.”

“I smiled at Evan.”

“This is going to be the last time I will warn you. I don’t want to see you ever smile at another male. you won’t like what I will do to you.”

“It won’t happen again, sir.”

“Good, now leave my office,” He says, pushing me out of his office.

I can’t believe he was serious about me not smiling at men. How does he expect me to do that? Do I frown every time a guy talks to me, and why should I even do what he says. All he does is tell me what I can and can’t do. When he said I should never go out with Alex, I felt it was because he hates him, but I can’t believe I can’t even smile towards Evan. Evan is his cousin. If I can’t smile at Evan, who can I smile at then? What is Mr. Jason becoming these days?

I am walking out of the restroom, and I hear Mr. Jason’s office door open. I check the time on my phone, and it’s lunchtime. I quickly run back inside the restroom. Mr. Jason was not kidding when he said I will always have lunch with him from now on. Eating in front of Mr. Jason is like eating in front of a king. You have to watch everything you do.

I can’t remember the last time I had a burger for lunch because of him. He always takes us to high-end restaurants, and as much as the food there is terrific. There are times I would like to just eat a burger and use my phone, but I can’t because of him.

Lunchtime is no longer a free time during working hours because I have to sit down and stare at his face while I eat. Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Jason is a handsome man, and staring at him all day won’t be bad, but I just want to have some away time from him during working hours. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. The worse part about eating with him is that we eat in silence. We don’t say anything to each other, and even if Mr. Jason says something to me. It’s work-related, so lunchtime is always dull for me these days. I plan to stay here for a little while and lie to him that I have a stomach ache, so I won’t be able to make it to lunch.

After about five minutes, I walk out of the restroom back to my desk. I am about to sit down on my chair when I hear the creaking of Mr. Jason’s office door. Oh My God, he is still here; I quickly run under my table and hide. I already sent him a text that I was in the toilet. He can’t find out that I was lying. He gets furious when I lie.

I see his shoes walking away from his door and towards the elevator. I release a breath of relief once I can’t see his shoes anymore. I come out from under my desk once I feel the coast is clear.

“That was really close,” I say, sitting in my seat.

“What was?” Mr. Jason says from behind me. He spins my chair around and makes me face him. “Tell me what was really close, Eleanor,” He says, placing his hands on my armrest, making his face barely an inch away from mine. My heartbeat suddenly increased, and I put my hand on my chest to steady it. I can’t believe he is still here. He is going to kill me today.

“Nothing, sir,” I say, a little rushed while shaking my head.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why don’t you think so, sir?” I ask, praying he does not know, but I know that’s a lie

“Eleanor, get your purse, let’s go,”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Nooooooo, I cry in my head. All my efforts have gone invade.

“Okay, sir,” I say, feeling sad that I have to go to lunch with him.