My Unwanted Billionaire

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I am very sure when I woke up. The second Mr. Jason’s voice registered in my brain; I woke up with a jolt.

“Wake up,” He says loud in my ears.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Jason,” I say, rubbing my eyes. I was so exhausted from the dinner party last night. I barely got any sleep last night. I don’t even know why someone will hold a party on a Sunday night.

“I never knew I paid you to sleep, and what did I say about saying that word to me?” He says, getting angrier, so I shut my mouth because I don’t know what more to say to him. “Bring two cups of coffee to my office in a few minutes,” He says and walks to his office.

“Okay, sir,” I say and stand up to walk to the lunchroom to make the coffee.

After I am done making the coffee, I walk over to his office to give it to him. While walking to his office, I can’t help but wonder who the second cup of coffee is for. I don’t remember sending anyone into his office, so I wonder if the two cups are for him. I knock on his door and enter after he says, come in. I walk inside and find someone sitting down opposite Mr. Jason’s desk. The face is familiar to me, and I can’t remember the last time I saw him.

“Eleanor is that you,” He says in that deep familiar voice. His voice brings back memories from college. I can’t believe he is here, but why is he here.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Yes, in flesh and blood,” I say, smiling. I quickly drop the coffee on Mr. Jason’s desk and pull Evan in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” I ask once we release from our hug.

“I should be asking you that,” Evan says

“I work here,”

“Really, who would have known I will find you working for my cousin,” He says, causing my eyes to widen in shock.

“What did you say?” I ask, not sure I heard him well, or I want to believe I didn’t listen to him well.

“My cousin, Jason is my cousin.”

“No, that’s not possible,” I say, surprised someone as amazing as Evan could be related to someone as arrogant as Mr. Jason.

“He is my cousin; we even have the same surname,” Evan says, chuckling at how I don’t want to believe he is related to Mr. Jason.

“Wow, I can’t believe it. This world is really small,” I say, still finding it hard to believe Evan is related to Mr. Jason.

“How do you know her?” Mr. Jason asks. This is the first time he spoke since I entered.

“We went to the same college together; I was her senior,” Evan answers him.

“Hmmm,” Mr. Jason says, staring at me. He stares at me intensively, and I wonder why. “So, that would mean you know her well.”

“You could say that,” Evan says, looking curious as to why Mr. Jason is asking all these questions.

“That’s nice, and as much as I would love for you to catch up with your friend Evan we have business to discuss, maybe later.”

“Yeah, you are right. I will stop by your desk before leaving. It was nice seeing you, Eleanor.”

“You too,” I say before walking out of Mr. Jason’s office.

A few days have gone by since Evans came to the office. I still can’t believe he is related to someone as horrible as Mr. Jason, but who am I to Judge. The two people in the world that created me are nothing to speak about. We made sure to exchange numbers, and we plan to go out this weekend to catch up.

I come back from my train of thoughts when I hear the elevator ding. My desk is not too far away from the elevator, so I know anytime someone arrives on our floor, but something is different today. Before I set my eyes on the person, I can hear their heels clicking hard against the floor. It’s like they want the whole world to know they are here. I wait patiently for this person to arrive, but I have a hunch it’s a woman, and I am right. A beautiful blonde lady with a gorgeous body walks up to my desk. She looks a bit familiar, but I can’t recall where I know her from

“I will like to see Jason; please could you tell him I am here? My name is Tracy,” She says, smiling at me.

“Do you have an appointment?” I ask and check the books to see if Mr. Jason is expecting her, but he is not. “I am sorry, ma’am, but I can’t let you see Mr. Jason; you don’t have an appointment,” I say politely. She is about to speak when another set of heels hit harshly against the floor before arriving at my desk.

“Of course, Tracy does not have an appointment. She thinks this is a place where she can come in and see Jason anytime she likes,” Vivienne says with venom dripping in her voice.

“Hello to you too, Vivienne,” Tracy says as a smug smile graces her face. “I can see life is treating you well,” Tracy says, flipping her hair backward. She makes sure to show off the bracelet on the hand she used to flip her hair. It seems she wanted Vivienne to see the bracelet because once Vivienne’s eyes land on it, her eyes are filled with anger. The bracelet looks a little familiar, but I am too busy watching these women in front of me act a soap opera even to care to remember where I saw the bracelet.

“I have a job unlike someone, so of course life is treating me well.”

“I don’t need a job; I have all the money I need,” She says, smirking.

“And how long is the money you have now going to last you. Wait, don’t answer, I know. I am sure once I receive your new wedding invitation card, I will know for sure that all the money you sucked dry from your last husband is finished,” Vivienne says, and this time it’s Tracy’s eyes that are filled with anger. I can see her nose flaring up, and she puts her hand in a tight fist.

Oh, God, please let this fight get physical; it will actually make working here worth it. I pray in my heart as I try my best not to let these two women know how much pleasure I am getting at seeing them fight each other. I know it sounds cruel, but it does not change the fact that they probably hate each other because they both like Mr. Jason, who is one of the world’s biggest players. They are both wasting their beauty on such an arrogant man that I am sure thinks very poorly of them. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“Why do I hear a lot of voices outside, Eleanor?” Mr. Jason says as he opens the door of his office. I wonder if he came out because of the noise or he was going somewhere. “Oh, Tracy, you are here; why are you standing outside?” Mr. Jason asks, standing in front of his door. Tracy walks over to him and wraps her hand around his arm.

“Sugar Bear, they refused to let me see you,” Tracy says, speaking like a little child, and I resist the urge to gag.

“I have told you never to call me that again,” He says sternly and harshly removes his hand away from her hold. I can’t believe this is how he treats her, and she was fighting another woman for him. “Vivienne, you know Tracy does not need an appointment to see me, so why didn’t you let me know she was here,” He says, using the same tone he uses to talk to me. I thought Vivienne was more than a secretary to him; apparently, I was wrong.

“I am sorry, sir; next time, I will make sure to send her in,” Vivienne says a little lower than she was speaking earlier. She sounds sad, and I am not surprised. I don’t know exactly what type of relationship they have, but the way he talked to her was not how she hoped he would.

“Good and Eleanor, anytime Tracy comes, send her in. I will be out of the office for a while, move any meeting I have till I am back,” He says and walks to the elevator with Tracy trailing behind him.

“Yes, sir,” I say before he entirely walks away.