Chapter 3 THE PLOT

William's POV

"Fuck my mum is coming," I thought as I spotted her from a distance.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother but sometimes-scratch that I mean most times she can be an overbearing, impulsive, persuasive, control freak.

I had just gotten into an argument upstairs with her and was hoping for a quiet time in the private executive area when this lady disturb that one privilege I had.

She keeps looking at me like I was going to kill her, she seems frightened and freaking out of her bones.

It was forbidden for servants, especially low-class servants, to come to this area. It was one area I reserved for myself where I could have some peace and quiet, away from the noise, from the busy schedule, the meetings and interviews, and of course away from my mother.

The young lady who seemed to be way younger glared at me. Her eyes sparkled in fear and curiosity, I must admit she is a fine figure to gaze upon. She wasn't model slender like most ladies I have come across, she was curvaceous, her eyes were blue and they gleamed like the sky on a dark day. Her lips were a bit plump, her neckline slender, and her blonde hair laid gloriously on her back. She looked reserved and a little bit shy-yet there was this fierce look she gave. Her breasts weren't small like girls her age, they were round and appealing to the eyes. Her butts were round and inviting.

I shook the thoughts from my head. I don't even know her name and I was already thinking about all the things I could do with her, to her.

"Son, we are not done talking," my mother said as she approached us.

"Mum, I am really exhausted and I told you that you were not allowed up here," I said calmly trying not to sound disrespectful because if there was one thing I know my mum dreaded was disrespect. She would drag me by my hair and give me the warning of my life and that would be in her good days.

Sometimes she treated me like I was still a baby, it was understandable I was her only child, and ever since my dad lost the battle with cancer, it has just been me and her.

She had shown me the way through business and I owe a reasonable amount of my success to her. I saw her struggle during the last days of my father because she couldn't do anything about the situation. For someone who derived purpose in controlling it was hard for her, she watched him take his last breath. I also watched blamed herself, for not forcing him to make better lifestyle choices and his health priority-then I watched her get back to her feet twice as tall and became obsessive and compulsive about my life.

"I am your mother and I have the right to go wherever I so please to go in your house"

She mumbled.

"I never said you weren't," I muttered calmly

"Well, if this is because of me trying to make you see, Bella is the right choice for you. I won't stop"

We had been arguing over me getting married as soon as possible, not just getting married but getting married to the girl of her choosing; Bella Rossi.

Bella is the daughter of her business partner and also my childhood friend. I like Bella but I have never pictured her as a girl for me. But my mother wanted her and she had been pestering me about making it official.

I don't understand why she was getting so worked up about me getting married, I am just twenty-four years old. Yes, I was a multi-billion dollar CEO but what's the rush I still had time.

"And who are you?" My mom asked, finally noticing the presence of the trespassing cleaner.

"I am___I am__" she stuttered

"She is my Girlfriend." I quickly said.

My mum and the young girl's eyes widened in disbelief. I don't know where that crazy idea popped out from but it was too late to turn back now. I grabbed the young lady by her waist and yanked her towards me.

"Your girlfriend?" My mum asked, still in utmost shock.

"Yes, we have been dating for more than a year now, I have been keeping it private but I guess it's no longer a secret, and I would love your approval," I said and placed a soothing kiss on her cheeks and whispered to her.

"Please just go with it"

"Is that so, and you found it appealing to keep such secret from I-your mother"

"No mama, I just wasn't sure yet"

"And you are now?" She asked, still not sure what to make out of all this.

"Yes," I said, nodding my head.

"What is her name?"

Fuck, I have forgotten her name. She just told me.

"Her name is__her name__" I began to stutter

" My name is Halle Jackson ma'am," she said in her angel-like voice.

"But I call her angel"

My mum simply nodded

"If you may excuse us mum, we would take our leave now" I requested and she simply nodded her head.