My Unwanted Billionaire

I rushed to work the following day because my laptop was misbehaving last night, so I haven’t emailed the documents to Mr. Jason. Rushing to get to the elevator from the lobby, someone also rushing like me pushes me on their way out of the elevator and knocks out all the papers in my hands.

“Oh my God, Mr. Jason is going to kill me if I lose one of these documents,” I say and quickly pick up the papers from the floor. While picking up the documents, I see a pair of men’s shoes helping me, and I wonder who this kind gentleman is. With his help, I am able to get all the papers off the floor faster.

“Thank you,” I say to the kind gentleman that helped me, but I take back my words once I see who he is.

“I won’t kill you unless you are not done with what I asked you to do,” Mr. Jason says, handing me the last piece of document.

His words scared me to the bone. I swallowed a big lump that formed in my throat. I have only done half of the work he asked me to do. I just hope he won’t ask for it earlier than he said he would yesterday.

“Everything will be ready for you when you need it, sir.”

“Good, now let’s go,” He says, placing his hands on my waist. He walks us to the elevator.

This is the second time Mr. Jason is openly touching me. I can’t help but wonder if he does not think people will talk and misunderstand our relationship. I already have enough problems with him. I can’t have people at work thinking our relationship is something else other than employer and employee.

While in the elevator, I realize I need to ask for more time to finish the work he gave me. I take a deep breath before calling his name.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mr. Jason,” I say, trying to get his attention away from his phone

“What is it, Eleanor,” He asks, with his attention still on his phone.

“Can I ask for a request?”

“A request, that’s new. What do you want?” He says, putting his phone away and finally giving me his attention

“Please, do you mind giving me an extra hour before I email you the documents,” I say, crossing my fingers, hoping he will agree.

“Why do you need an extra hour?”

“My laptop at home is having problems, so I was not able to do anything before I came to work. I have to do everything at the office now,” I say, and the elevator dings. Signifying we have arrived on our floor

“Ok,” He says, walking out of the elevator

“Ok, ok,” I ask to be sure

“Eleanor, haven’t I told you before that I don’t like repeating myself. Have everything ready after lunchtime,” He says, walking out of the elevator to his office.

“Thank you, sir,” I say, smiling. I was honestly not expecting him to understand and agree for me to submit it later. I was already prepared for him to make a big deal out of it like he always does. This is the first time I am expressing such emotion to something related to Mr. Jason.

“You are welcome, and Eleanor,” He says while turning the doorknob of his office. “Don’t forget, I am the only one allowed to see that smile,” He says, walking into his office.

Did I hear him well? Since when did he own my smile? He has told me to never smile at any guy, but this is the first time he is claiming my smile. If that is even something, someone can claim. I thought he hated my smile, and that’s why he didn’t want me smiling. Because if I remember his words correctly, it didn’t sound like he was claiming my smile for himself. If anything, he sounded like he hated my smile more than anything in the world.

I am walking back to my desk after giving Mr. Jason the documents he gave me yesterday. It’s not yet lunchtime. I was able to finish typing the documents before lunchtime. I am just praying I won’t have to follow him for lunch today.

I am getting comfortable in my seat when the elevator dings. All the blood in my face disappears as I become pale the second the person from the elevator reaches my desk.

“Eleanor, brown,” The delivery guy says with a bouquet of roses.

I can’t believe Alex sent me flowers. I stopped talking to Alex because I fear Mr. Jason a lot. He threatened to get me fired if I didn’t stop seeing Alex. I had no choice but to stop talking to him even though I like Alex’s company.

“Thank you,” I say, collecting the roses from his hand and place them under my desk. I can’t let Mr. Jason see them by mistake.

“You are welcome, and please sign here,” He says, handing me a pad to sign on. I sign it, and he walks to the elevator once I am done.

“Hiding them under your desk does not really do a good job. I can still see them, and only one man sends you white roses,” Vivienne says, walking out of her office.

“I know, that’s why I am taking it downstairs,” I say, carrying the flowers. I walk towards the elevator to go down and give them to Nora.

I can’t throw them away. They are beautiful flowers. I stop in my tracks once my phone starts buzzing. I place the flowers back on my desk and check to see who is texting me. Not surprising, the text messages are from Alex. I want to block his number, but I can’t. I find it so hard to just cut him off even though I am not speaking to him.

‘I hope you like the flowers. I hope they make you forgive me for whatever I did so that we can continue to be friends’ The text reads.

I think about replying to him and telling him he did nothing wrong, but I know that will only confuse him more. I ignore the text and continue to walk to the elevator. The trip downstairs to the lobby and back to my desk, my phone did not stop buzzing. I know the text messages are from Alex. I pick up my phone to text him back, but he starts calling. Since my hand was about to text him, I mistakenly answered his call.

I think about ending the call and ignoring him, but once I hear his voice. My heart melts for him.

“Eleanor, thank you so much for picking my call. I am sorry for whatever I did. I promise you I won’t do it again.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Alex. You did nothing wrong. If anyone should apologize, it should be me.”

“I doubt you can ever do anything wrong to need to apologize to me. Please would you have lunch with me? I would like to talk to you about something.”

“I don’t think it would be a good idea for us to eat lunch together” I don’t want to lose my job, but a part of me feels it’s silly I would stop seeing a man as outstanding as Alex because another man said I shouldn’t

“Why, did Jason say anything to you? Whatever he told you, I have my own side to the story. Please give me a chance to tell it to you,” Alex says, sounding worried.

“He didn’t tell me anything. Is there something I should know about?” I wonder what Mr. Jason could tell me about Alex that would make him think it’s the reason I would stop talking to him.

“No, there isn’t, and back to my request. Please have lunch with me.”

“I can’t have lunch with you, but we can have dinner together tonight” I know I am playing with fire by accepting to go out with Alex, but you can’t blame me. Mr. Jason should not have a say in who I can or cannot date.

“Thank you so much. You won’t regret agreeing to go out with me. I will pick you up from your office once you are done with work.”

“No,” I quickly disagree. Mr. Jason might see me entering his car, and I am not trying to plan my death. “Send me the address of the restaurant. I will meet you there.”

“Alright, no problem, I will, bye Eleanor. See you later tonight.”

“Bye Alex, see you later tonight too,” I say, cutting the call.

After work, I stop by an electronic store to drop off my laptop for repair. I hope they will fix it soon because I can’t imagine having to work without my laptop. I will have to finish all my work at the office. That would make things very stressful for me. I don’t really like the keyboard of the company’s computer I have. I prefer my laptop keyboard. I think it’s because I am used to it.

I pay the taxi driver and walk into the restaurant to meet Alex. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about.

“Hello Eleanor,” Alex says once I get to his table. He quickly stands up and pulls out the chair for me.

“Thank you,” I say, taking my seat. “I am sorry I am late. I had to stop by somewhere first before coming”

“You don’t have to apologize. I presumed it was work that made you late, so it’s fine.”

“You could say that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I stopped by an electronic store to drop off my laptop. It’s having a few problems and since I use it for work. That’s why I said ‘you could say that.”

“Oh, I understand, and do you have another one to use while the other one is getting fixed.”

“I don’t actually, and that is going to make things very difficult at work for me.”

“Sorry about that”

“Thank you and enough talk about that. You said you had something to talk to me about.”

“I do, but I think we should eat first. I am sure you are hungry after a stressful day at the office.”

“You read my mind,” I say, smiling. Alex is such an easy-going and understanding person. Why can’t Mr. Jason be more like him? I am doing it again. Comparing Alex to Mr. Jason, why do I keep doing that? I need to stop doing that.