Falling For The Billionaire Heir

“Really?” Tommy gave her that deep laugh of his. “Well, that is in the past. Honestly, I do not hold a grudge anymore.” He cleared his throat. “I now understand that you couldn’t have done anything about the situation.”

“Thank you very much for your understanding Tommy,” she sighed in relief. “You don’t know how bad I feel whenever I remember the past.”

“No, you don’t have to feel bad about it anymore,” he chuckled. “Let bygones be bygones, okay?”

“Okay,” she grinned, as if he could see her.

“Enough of these emotional talks,” Tommy changed the topic in his typical happy-go-lucky way. “How are you?”

She told him she was fine and when he asked about her kids; she told him they were still taking their time.

“Oh, that’s great,” he opined. “Your husband must be a very great guy to agree to that, considering his age.”

“You can say that again,” she agreed with him. “He’s a wonderful person.”

“Mitchell told me you now lecture, just like you’ve already wanted.” He said with a hint of pride in his voice, “I’m not surprised, anyway. Congratulations, your dreams came through.”

“Thank you, Tommy,” Helen said, her eyes locked on the potted palm tree beside her window. She waited a moment before breaking the silence with a question. “What about you?”

“I work in Sterling Capital,” he said with pride, and Becky smiled to herself. “I’m an investment banker.”

“Oh, great!” She was happy for him. “What about your friend, Jane?” He remembered to ask. “Are you guys still tight?”

“Of course, yes,” she said. “She’s married now and back in school, though, for her law degree.”

“Excellent, you guys are doing great,” his voice echoed from the other side of the phone. “We should hook up one of these days,” he said tentatively. “If your husband wouldn’t mind.”

“Yes, we should,” she agreed. Though she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that. “My husband is a cool guy. He won’t mind at all.”

“That will be great,” she heard him chuckle. “I will call you one of these days so we can hang out.”

“No problem. I will be expecting your call.”

They soon said their goodbyes and ended the call.

Becky continued to undress and put on a sundress over a pair of jeans. And then went downstairs to see what was happening around the house. She wanted to check with the housekeeper to know if they were ready for tomorrow.

The next day being the fourth of July, she and Darin had invited some friends over for an early dinner.

She was the one that started it when she finished school and they’ve made it a tradition since then.

When she got to the kitchen, the Chef and the housekeeper told her they had everything under control already.

She smiled at both of them, and said, “thank you and well done.”

She went back upstairs to make a call to Jane.

“I will put in the application for my PhD any week. “She looked into Darin’s eyes for his reaction. “I already sorted out the requirements.”

It was the following day at around eight pm, after their guests had left and they were relaxing in the living room.

“Your PhD application?” he asked, surprised, with a little scowl on his face. “How long is that going to take, Helen?”

“Three years,” she said. “Four at most.”

“Four years?” Darin sighed. “I was thinking you will take some time off and just focus on starting a family for now?”

Becky had just finished her second Master’s a few months ago.

“What I need is to continue to take my multivitamins and also not lack in the bedroom activities.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him her special look.

“If you say so,” he was skeptical.

“Yes, I say so,” she grinned at him. “Or have I been lacking in bedroom activities?”

“No,” he curved an arm around her, “you know I can never say that.”

They’ve been married for four years now and his desire to start a family had never waned. He was getting worried about their childlessness.

“Okay, can we at least see a specialist?” He asked, his scowl getting deeper. “So we can ascertain we don’t have any medical problem.”

“We don’t need that, Darin,” she said, as she had always been saying. “It will happen soon,” she kissed his cheek.

“It’s okay,” he conceded, as always. “We’ll keep pushing.”

“Thank you,” she beamed at him. They stayed in companionable silence for a while before she asked if he still wanted to eat anything before bed.

“I will just have a glass of water for now.” He said. “Maybe later I can have some salad, if I feel hungry.”

Helen nodded and went to the kitchen. She took a ceramic tray and put a glass cup and a bottle of water on it and took it to her husband by herself.

“I will be upstairs,” she said to him, when he changed the TV channel to Business News for one of his favorite business shows. She knew it would preoccupy him for the next hour. “Okay,” he kissed her on the lips.

As she lay in bed, reading the Cosmopolitan magazine on her iPad, he walked into her room much later, already showered and in his pajama pants.

She was waiting for him. She wanted him to make love to her that night; there was no other better way to end the day.

She dropped the pad the moment he got into bed beside her.

Darin kissed her neck, “good girl, I thought you would have slept.” He inhaled sharply and ran his hand down her body under her nightdress. He cupped one breast; fondling it and pinching at her nipple.

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“Bubba.” A moan escaped her lips. She shuddered with pleasure.

“I love you, my beautiful queen,” he whispered. His eyes mirrored the love he had for her. It was like she was looking right into his soul.

“I love you too,” she said and cupped his face.

“Yes, my queen, I know,” he growled and pulled off her nightgown, whispering sweet nothings into her ears.