My Unwanted Billionaire

“Good morning, Eleanor,” Mr. Jason greets first before me. This is the first time since I started working for him that he has greeted me first.

“Morning, Mr. Jason”

“Did you like them?” He asks, referring to the flowers.

“Yes, I did” My whole house is filled with flowers that hold cards saying sorry from you. Of course, I like them. I can’t even believe you sent them and apologized.

“That’s good to hear. Come,” He says, gesturing for me to come to his side of his desk. I walk over to him, wondering what he wants. “I am happy you like them,” He says, taking my hands in his. “I can touch you now, right?” He asks while holding my hand

“Yes, you can, but I need to tell you something.”

“I am listening,” He says, putting his full attention on me. I have never had his full attention before. This is so new and unbelievable. Where is the Mr. Jason, who only looks at me with anger in his eyes? I won’t lie; I like the Mr. Jason, who looks at me with curiosity in his eyes other than anger.

“Just because I liked the flowers does not mean I have forgiven you. It would take more than a hundred flowers before I can forgive you. Not that the gesture through the flowers is not amazing, but I am trying to say it takes time.”

“I know it takes time, and I won’t rush you. Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” I say, smiling. I never knew Mr. Jason could be patient with someone. He is so short-tempered that I never saw a day like this happening.

“You’re welcome, and is there anything I could do to speed it up.”

“Hmmm,” I say, cracking my brain if there is anything I want in particular.

“You can tell me anything. I will do it.”

“Take away all your rules.”

“Done,” He says, without thinking. “Wait, all of them?” He asks, surprised.

“Yes, all of them. I want to be able to smile and laugh at any male I want.”

“Why”

“What do you mean by why?” I ask, surprised

“Why would you want to share what’s mine with others.”

“What’s yours? Mr. Jason, I am not a possession that you own.”

“Of course, you are not a possession.”

“If you know I am not a possession, then why do you keep claiming ownership over me? I am a human being. You can’t own me.”

“Of course, you are a human being, and I can’t own you,” He says, standing up from his chair. “I just don’t like sharing your beautiful smile and your nice laughter with any other male out there,” Mr. Jason says, rubbing his hands on my cheeks that are starting to heat up because of his words. “You have to understand men like me are very possessive when we know every man out there wants what we have. I have to protect what I have so I won’t lose it,” He says, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulls me closer to him.

As his words sink into my head, I start to realize he is possessive over me because he wants me so much that he is scared if he does not make those rules, he will lose me. I can’t believe he is scared of losing me. Does Mr. Jason like me? I thought he was only attracted to me and wanted to sleep with me. His words right now are making me think otherwise.

“I understand what you are saying, but I still need to have a right in the expressions I make on my face to other males.”

“Yes, you have the right, and because it’s one of the reasons you don’t want to be with me. I will remove it. You can smile and laugh at any male you like.”

“Really,” I say, surprised.

“If it will get you to forgive me and be with me, yes.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe it,” I say, smiling so much my face might start hurting. “Thank you so much,” I say, hugging him. He does not know what it means to remove these rules of his. I was always scared any time I was around any guy. It will feel good to be myself and not worry about him catching me smiling or laughing at something a guy says.

“Wow, I didn’t know it meant this much to you,” He says, surprised

“Then you don’t know how much you scare me,” I say, removing my arms from around him.

“How much do I scare you?”

“Why are you asking?” He looks a little sad that he scares me a lot. But I might be reading the expression on his face wrong.

“I just want to know.”

“On a scale of 1-100 99,” I say, honestly. That was one of the reasons I didn’t want to be with him. How can I be with someone that scares me almost all the time I see them.

“Wow, that much,” He says, sounding down. Is something wrong? Did I hurt his feelings by telling him the truth?

“Yeah,” I say, looking at him, wondering why he sounds sad by what I said. “Mr. Jason,” I say, placing my hands on his face to get his attention. He got lost in his thoughts for a minute.

“Yes, Eleanor,” He says, placing his hands above mine.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, concerned if I hurt his feelings when I told him he practically scares me to death. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. I didn’t even think it was something to sugarcoat.

“Nothing is wrong, and you can call me Jason when we are alone from now on.”

“Okay,” I think he did not know how much I feared him until now. It seems he is sad about it, and I wonder why. Was his plan not to make me scared of him all along? Something does not add up.

During the day, while working, I feel my phone vibrating. I pick it up from the table and check who is calling. It’s an unknown number. I wonder who it might be.

“Hello,” I say, once I answer

“Hello Eleanor,” Alex says

“Alex,” I say, surprised it’s him calling.

“How are you?” He asks

“I am f………….” I don’t get to finish talking because someone grabs the phone from me. “Mr. Jason,” I say, surprised he grabbed my phone. “Why did you grab my phone?” He does not answer me because he is speaking to Alex.

“I am warning you, Alex. Stop calling Eleanor, she is mine, and you can’t have her. If you don’t stop calling her, you won’t like what I will do to you.” Mr. Jason ends the call once he is done talking. I look at him wide-eyed. I can’t believe after our conversation this morning. He just did that. Did he not understand anything I said?

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you expect me to let another man take you away from me? I will be damned before I let that happen.”

“Mr. Jason Alex is not taking me away from you.”

“Of course he isn’t because I will never let that happen,” He says and walks away before I can say anything else.

I actually don’t know what to say. Mr. Jason sounds like a jealous boyfriend, and the person he is jealous of is actually someone who could take me away from him.

After an unusual day at work, Mr. Jason is driving me home. He offered to take me home today.

“What are you doing during the weekend?” Mr. Jason asks while driving.

“Nothing”

“That’s good. There is somewhere I want us to go too.”

“Oh, where”

“I will like to keep that a secret.”

“Why,” I ask, confused. Why does he suddenly want to keep the place we are going to a secret?

“No reason.”

“Okay” I wonder what is so special about this place that he does not want to tell me about it.

“Also, before I forget, check the back seat. You should see a shopping bag on the seat. Bring it”

“Okay,” I say, doing what he asked.

“Open it,” He says, once I have the shopping bag with me. Again I do as he asks. I open the shopping bag and inside there is a box. I carry out the box and place it on my lap. I open it to reveal a jewelry set.

“Oh my God, you did not,” I say, realizing the jewelry is not just any jewelry. It’s the same one I was admiring when we visited one of the jewelry stores. I can’t believe he noticed me staring at it. It’s a rose gold diamond cubic zirconia chandelier earring and necklace.

“I did. I saw the way you were looking at it that day, and I knew I just had to get it for you.”

“I can’t take this. I saw the price. It cost a fortune,” I say, putting the box back in the shopping bag.

“Please accept it from me. It will really mean a lot if you do.”

“I can’t. It’s too expensive.”

“Are you saying a lady like you should not have expensive things?”

“Yes, if the thing costs more than my salary.”

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“I know the price of it won’t make you go broke even if you stop working for years. I just feel somehow collecting something so expensive from you.”

“You shouldn’t feel that way because if I can make you forgive me and you decide to be mine. The price of this jewelry would not be close to how much I would spend on you daily.”

“You are telling me you would spend more than $20, 000 on me daily. Do you plan to feed me gold” I say, wide-eyed. I cannot believe his words right now.

“I don’t plan to feed you gold,” He says, chuckling. Of course, he finds it funny. I am sure $20, 000 is not a lot of money to him. “I plan to pamper you and give you as much happiness as money can buy”

“You know you don’t have to shower me with money. If I choose to forgive you and be with you, I won’t do it for your money.”

“I know that”

“That’s good.”