My Unwanted Billionaire

Sunday is here, and I am a little excited to go for the polo match. I have never been to one, and I hope Mr. Jason does not make it horrible for me. I step out of the taxi after paying the driver and walk to Mr. Jason’s apartment complex. This is the first time I am going to his house, and I am curious to see how his home would look. I am sure it will scream, bachelor.

I walk inside the building and take the elevator to the penthouse. It’s not a surprise he stays in the penthouse. He is a rich man, and I am sure he can afford the whole building if he wanted. I step out of the elevator into a beautiful apartment, and it’s not like how I imagined.

The whole place screams money rather than bachelor. There is a piano in the living room. It has floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and you can see the city really clear from up here. I walk further into the house, and towards my right is a kitchen looking more beautiful than my house.

“Turn around,” A voice says, startling me from behind.

“Mr. Jason,” I say once my brain recognizes the voice. “You startled me,” I say with my hands above my chest. I get scared easily. I turn around as he says, and he looks dashing.

He is wearing a white dress shirt with two buttons undone and a black blazer. I am getting a sneak peek of what is underneath with his buttons undone. He matched it with a pair of nude ankle-bearing trousers and brown suede loafers.

Once I am done staring at him, I notice he is also looking at me from head to toe. I hope I look good enough for him. I am wearing a blue sundress with bird prints on it. I also have a monogrammed floppy sun hat that I plan to wear once we get there with my shades. I wore heels, but they are not too high.

“You look good, let’s go,” He says and walks to the elevator.

We take the elevator to the underground parking lot. He picks his Audi R8 to take us to the polo arena. Every time we go out, he uses a different car; I wonder how many he has.

I step out of the car after Mr. Jason parks at the polo arena. I wait for him to walk to my side before walking further inside. He comes up beside me with his shades on and looks at me from head to toe before walking. I wonder why he is rechecking my outfit. He already did earlier, or maybe it’s because I wore my hat now and my shades like him.

I follow behind him into the first white tent. He walks over to a group of people and says hi. We spend the next few minutes greeting his friends and acquaintances. I actually just stay behind him while he talks to these people. I excuse myself from him so that I could get something to drink. I didn’t tell him I am going to look for something to drink in case he does not want me drinking while we are here.

I snatch up a glass of wine from a waiter passing by and an appetizer. While I am enjoying myself, someone bumps into me from behind. My drink almost spills on me.

“I am so sorry; I hope your drink didn’t pour on you” He apologizes immediately.

“It’s fine, you didn’t,” I say, lifting my head up from my dress. I was checking to make sure nothing spilled on me. I look up to see who the voice belongs to, and it’s a man, a handsome one. He has dirty blonde hair, piercing grey eyes, and a strong jawline.

“I apologize again for bumping into you” I watch how those beautiful red lips of his move with every word he says. He is attractive but not as attractive as Mr. Jason. Why did I compare him to Mr. Jason? I don’t know why but regardless, he is a handsome man.

“No harm done, so it’s alright,” I say once I come back from my trance.

“That’s good, and my name is Alex, and you are?” He says, putting his hand forward for a handshake.

“None of your business,” Mr. Jason says, coming up beside me before I can reply. Where did he come from, and why is he talking for me. Does he know this man?

“Hello, Jason. It’s nice to see you again,” Alex says

“I don’t want to see you near my PA,” Mr. Jason says, glaring at Alex.

“I did not know she was your PA, and I think it’s also left for her to decide if she wants to talk to me or not.”

“No, I decide for her, so stay away from her,” Mr. Jason says, shocking me with his words. Since when does he decide who I talk to? I look at him with my eyes widen, but all his attention is on Alex. I know Mr. Jason hates me, but I believe I am the first runner up on his list right now. Alex seems to be number one, and I wonder who Alex is to be number one.

“Jason, I don’t want to fight with you, so I will leave now. See you soon, beautiful secretary of Jason,” He says and walks away. I can’t believe an attractive man like him called me beautiful.

“Wipe that smile off your face,” Mr. Jason says once Alex leaves. He looks angry, so I do as he says because I hate it when he is angry. “I never want to see you talking to that man.”

“Why”

“Because I don’t trust him.”

“What does your lack of trust in him have to do with me.”

“It has nothing to do with you, but I dare you to talk to him. You will wish you listened to me when I am done with you,” He threatens, and I swallow a big lump before I speak.

“I understand, sir; I will never speak to Alex,” I say, but deep down, I know that’s a lie because the more he pushes me away from Alex, the more I want to know why he hates him.

“Good, now come,” He says and pulls me with him back into the crowd of people watching the polo match.

The following day while working in the office, the phone rings. I answered, expecting to hear Mr. Jason’s stern voice, but instead, it’s Nora’s voice I hear.

“Hello Eleanor, you have a package here for you.”

“A package for me, are you sure?” I ask, surprised.

“Yes, I am; the name reads Eleanor brown. Do you want me to send it up, or you will come down for it”

“Please send it up.”

“Alright,” She says and cuts the call.

I wonder what’s in the package and who sent it.

I don’t wait long before I hear the elevator ding. I wait for the delivery guy to walk to my desk with the package, and what I see in his hands makes me more confused.

“Eleanor Brown,” the delivery man says with a massive bouquet of roses in his hands.

“Yes, that’s me,” I say, staring at the flowers, wondering who in God’s name sent them.

“Sign here,” He says and places the flower on my desk, which takes up half of my desk. I collect the pad from him and sign my name. “Thank you, ma’am, and have a nice day,” He says and starts walking to the elevator.

I open the card attached to the flowers and the name written there was not one I was expecting. It’s from Alex. I can’t believe he sent me flowers. I must have made a good impression on him yesterday for him to send me flowers today. I pick up my phone to add his number that is written on the card. I send him a thank you message for the flowers. While I am smiling, sniffing the flowers, the wicked witch of the west walks out of her office and walks to my desk with a scowl on her face.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Who sent you flowers?” She says and grabs the card from my hand before I can speak.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business who did,” I say and try to get the card back from her hand, but her following words capture my attention more.

“Are you trying to sign your death wish?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused with how getting flowers from Alex is me signing my death wish.

“You must be because only if you want to die will you have Alex sending you flowers.”

“I know Mr. Jason does not trust Alex, but I don’t think I am signing my death wish just because I accepted the flowers he sent to me.”

“Trust me, you are, and if you know what’s good for you. Throw those flowers before Jason sees them”

“I won’t; they are mine, and Mr. Jason has a problem with Alex, but I don’t.”

“I can see you like playing with fire; suit yourself. I won’t even care if he fires you again when he finds out.”

“He could fire me because I accepted flowers from Alex,” I say with my eyes wide in shock from her words. I don’t think the feud between him and Alex is as tiny as I thought.

“Yes, he could, and I would actually like it if he did.”

“He won’t, and I will throw the card away so he won’t see it,” I say and pick the card she threw back on the table and throw it in the bin. I know Mr. Jason can’t fire me because of the contract, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. I also saved Alex’s number on my phone, so there is no need for the card anymore.

“Suit yourself,” She says and walks away.

Once she leaves, I pick up my phone and search for Alex on the internet. I really want to know what happened between him and Mr. Jason. The more everyone tells me to stay away from him, the more I want to know him and find out why Mr. Jason hates him. I just hope my curiosity won’t put me in big trouble.