Contact with the age gap Billionaire

It was my third anniversary with my boyfriend. I was busy preparing to get to his place and surprise him. Harry had grown somewhat distant because of how busy his work was keeping him. He'd had to cancel our plans for the evening last minute because he'd be working really late.

So I decided to bring our plans to him. I got a taxi and drove to the rich side of town. I had a key to his apartment and I went in. He wasn't home yet so I busied myself with cooking and setting up his surprise.

A few hours later, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He was a bit earlier than I'd expected. I quickly tidied up and rushed into his bathroom to freshen up.

Soon, I heard him enter the room. I smiled, preparing to go out to meet him, when I heard something else and my hand paused on the doorknob. A giggle. It was loud and piercing at the same time and it was followed by kissing sounds and soft moaning.

My hand tightened around the know and I opened it slightly, giving me a view of what was going on.

Harry was with another woman. Some bimbo had her hand curled in his hair as he kissed down her barely covered chest. He pinned the other woman to the wall, quickly slipping off her skimpy clothing. Her moans filled the room and I felt myself growing sick.

My heartbeat quickened as I watched my boyfriend of three years about to fuck some other woman. I didn't know what to do, how to react. But the minute he carried her towards the bed, I lost it.

I opened the door all the way and stepped out.

They both turned to me, startled. Harry's eyes grew wide while I just stared back at him.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"

"Yeah, you kind of are" The bimbo spoke while laying down.

"Anita, wait. J-just listen"

"How could you cheat on me Harry? And on our anniversary? With some slut"

"Hey!" The woman called out but I ignored her.

"Is that how much regard you have for me?" The words rushed through my lips. My thoughts spun around in my brain as I struggled to wrap my head around the picture before me.

Harry stood up, adjusting his pants. He had several lipstick marks lining his face and neck.

"Calm down Anita."

The more he spoke, the more I felt like I was losing it. I stormed out of his room, practically flying the steps down to his living room where my bag was. Harry came running after me.

"Anita, would you quite overreacting?"

"Overreacting? Really Harry? I catch you in bed with some bimbo after you cancelled our anniversary dinner but I'm overreacting?"

"That doesn't mean anything, I love you. I'm just with her for the sex"

My chest tightens as I realise this has been going on for longer than I could imagine.

"How long Harry?"

"What?"

"How long have you been cheating on me?"

"You know what? You're lucky to even have me. You're just a low earning waitress. You shouldn't be getting so worked up. This is your fault, if you hadn't insisted on being celibate I wouldn't have been forced to sleep with other women"

Harry's words a like sharp needles, priking my heart. This man never loved me, I realise that now and it makes my chest hurt.

"So this is my fault?" The disappointment is evident in my tone. My is barely a whisper now as I struggle to regulate my breathing.

Harry doesn't respond. He just stares back at me.

"Three years Harry. Three whole years and you spent them fucking other women. You told me you were fine with being celibate. We were supposed to get married next year!"

"I think you need some time to calm down. When you realise that you'll be nothing but a pretty face without me, give me a call and we can talk" He anxiously looks back towards the room like he can't wait to get this conversation over with and return to his bimbo.

His absolute lack of sensitivity towards me wad shocking. I found it hard to believe he was the same man I'd been with since college.

"I'm glad to know that this what you really think of me. Goodbye Harry and don't expect that call. I'm never coming back"

With that I picked up my bag and headed out the door. Harry's screams followed me. "You'll see! You're nothing without me Anita. Nothing! You'll be back!"

I left his place and walked down the street till I got a cab. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't want to go home because I knew the complete melt down that awaited me. But I didn't have anywhere else to go.

The cab was pulling up towards one of the Hotels around and I just told him to stop. I got out, questioning my choices. It had a bar and lounge and since it was closer to the rich side of town, I knew the drinks would be pricey.

But I didn't care. I just wanted to forget everything Harry had said to me.

I got directed to the lounge and I went straight for the bar. I requested a couple of drinks and I downed them all. With each one I reminded myself of Harry's betrayal and with each drink, I made myself forget him.

"I hope you have someone to take you home" A deep masculine voice spoke from beside me. I turned to see a man in a grey suit. He had wavy brown hair which framed his face, blue eyes and a sharp jawline. He was striking and his aura was intoxicating, more than the drinks I'd taken.

"Nope. I'll probably fall asleep at the corner of a streewalk then head home when I wake up in the morning"

The man sat on the stool next to me and motioned to the waiter. "Put her drinks on my tab"

"But there's no... need for that" my speech slurred as the alcohol took over.

"I insist"

The rest of the night was a blur. I remember the man asking the bartender to cut me off... then he asked if I had a place to stay or something like that. Then I remember walking somewhere and the next thing I remember was being alone in a dimly lit room with him.

The night was electric. Somehow I remember everything, every detail. The structure of his muscles, the feel of his lips on my skin, and how'd he'd felt inside of me as my walls contracted to give him entrance.

I remember grabbing onto the sheets and making the most sinful sounds. Somehow, it felt like I'd been temporarily transported to heaven.

But the next morning was a completely different story.

I woke up next to man I knew nothing about. Not when his name. The alcohol cleared and I suddenly realised just how crazy this was. I'd given my first time over to a stranger!

I looked beside me to see the man still sleeping. He looks so charming even in the morning. But I know I can't face him and I have to get out fast.

I rush to my feet, pulling my clothes back on. Before I can even try to leave, I hear his voice.

"Good morning, are you going somewhere?"

"Yes. Home"

I avoided his gaze but I could see him staring at me. Then he looked at the sheets next to him and back at me.

"You're a virgin" He said

"Well I was, until last night. So thank you for that" I said as I bent down to wear my shoes.

I looked up to see him standing and he was still completely naked. I freaked out and turned away from him.

"What are you doing?!"

I felt him draw closer to me. "I have a proposition for you"

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Marry me"

The air was thick, heavy with silence. I turned back slowly. The man already had a robe on, but he was closer than I'd anticipated and our faces were only inches apart.

"W-what?" I stutter

"I need a wife and I think you'll be perfect for the job" He says simply like he goes around asking women to marry him all he time.

"I don't know who you think you are but I'm not that kind of woman. This was a one time thing and I was drunk"

He steps back from me and goes to the intercom on his bedside. While I'm busy standing there, in shock of his 'proposition' the man calls room service for his breakfast.

"Is this some kind of joke to you?"

"Here..." He returns to me with a his business card but I barely glance at it. "Call me when you've reconsidered"

His words closely mirror Harry's and it angers me.

"Why? Because you think I'm some cheap slut who you can use and command as you please? I don't know who you are mister, but this was a mistake and I never want to see you again"

He looked completely unfazed and I scoffed before leaving his room.

It was only after I left that I realised I was running late for my afternoon shift at the restaurant. I hailed a cab as I tried to fix my hair and clean off what was left of my makeup.

My head still had a light buzz from all the alcohol. Somehow I'd managed to get messed up by two men in one night. I still couldn't believe I'd lost my virginity with a one night stand.

Even though Harry had cheated on me, a party me me still felt guilty because I'd always refused when he asked. But I knew I didn't owe him anything. Not anymore.

I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes late. I quickly checked in and went to the locker room to change into my uniform. I'd barely made it to the kitchen when the manager cornered me.

And he did not look happy.

"You're late, Matthews"

"I apologise sir, it won't happen again"

"That's all you do, apologise. But the next time you come on late, you'll no longer have a job in this establishment. You understand?"

I winced at the sharpness of his tone. "Yes sir"

I quickly went about my work, cleaning tables and taking orders.

It wasn't my first time being tardy. I lived with my mum and she'd taken ill recently. It was hard taking care of her, and sometimes it affected my job. I tried to clear my head of all the negative things happening in life and focus on my job. But clearly, fate wasn't done with me yet.

Halfway through my shift, one of the other waitresses called for me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"You've got a call. It's from the hospital"

All the blood drained from my face as I immediately began to assume the worst. I thanked her and picked up the phone.

"H-hello?"

"Are you miss Mathew's?"

"Yes, I am"

"Your mother had a crisis and was rushed to the hospital. She's at St.Peters teaching hospital"

The phone fell from my hand as I stumbled back into the wall for support.

No. No. No.

This couldn't be happening.

Without thinking, I rushed out of the restaurant, still in my uniform and headed straight for the hospital. The place was crowded when I got there and I had to hunt for a nurse who could tell me where my mother was. The nurse directed me to the room.

Mum looked terrible. Her eyes were sunken and her skin pale. Several things were stuck to her wrists and she an oxygen mask on her face.

"What's wrong with her?" I whispered to the nurse who was busy adjusting the drips.

"She needs to have the surgery soon or she'll only get worse"

"But I-I can't afford the surgery... there has to be some other way–Is there anything else we can do?"

"I'm afraid not. If she doesn't get the surgery within the week..." The nurse drowns off with a sympathetic look. She doesn't need to finish for me to understand the inevitable.

I thank her and she leaves. I sit down next to my mother, looking at the frail state she is in. She was all I had left in the world. If anything happened to her... I'd breakdown completely.

I couldn't afford to lose her.

I stayed with her a little longer before I left to return to work. All the way I kept thinking of how I was going to get several millions for her surgery when my own job barely paid me a couple of thousands yearly.

When I reached the restaurant, my shift was over. I went to the locker room to get my things and change. Perhaps if I worked more shifts, and picked up another job-

"What are you doing here?" The loud voice of my boss disturbed my thoughts, I flinched, turning around to meet his gaze.

"I–I..." I didn't know what to say. My thoughts were all over the place and I could feel myself reaching the breaking point.

"I told you Matthew's, one more slip up and that's it. You really dared to leave during your shift and you think you still have a job here?"

"Please sir. It was an emergency. The hospital called... my–my mum she-"

"Save it. You always have some excuse. I've had it with you. You're fired. Pack your things and leave"

"Sir, sir please... I need this job. My mother has to get surgery done and if I don't have a job....Please sir, please" I beg him frantically but his mind was made up.

"Leave now or I'll have you escorted off the property"

Defeated and left with no other choice, I took my things and left the restaurant.

I didn't call for a cab, instead I walked home that evening. I needed to think but I couldn't figure anything out. I was at a crossroads and it felt like I'd done something terrible in a past life that I was now paying for.

While I was walking, someone bumped into me and my bag fell to the floor.

I let out a sigh, bending to pick it up when something fell out.

It was the business card the man had given me.

I picked the card off the ground and stared at it. Several thoughts came to mind as I looked at it. I turned it over but his name wasn't on it. It was just his number.

For the rest of the way I pondered over the man and what he'd said. Suddenly his offer seemed like something I had to consider. He was clearly rich. If I married him, he'd help me pay for my muns surgery.

I felt conflicted. I wouldn't just be agreeing to a contract. I'd be selling myself out. Sacrificing my morals and my dignity. Especially after I'd told the man I'd never call him.

My room felt cold and empty that night. It seemed to feel my own inner emptiness and the thoughts battling within me. I turned and turned, unable to sleep.

Around midnight, I got up for a glass of water and I ended up picking up the card again. I knew I had to make a choice. My self pride or my mother's life.

My grip on the card tightened and I looked down at it. I bit my inner lip and closed my eyes before picking up my phone.

I dialed the number and waited for the call to be answered on the other end. The phone rang and rang but he didn't pick up. I tried it again but it was the same.

Perhaps he was sleeping. It was already late afterall.

I went to bed with a sense of determination. I'd do whatever it takes to save my mother.

Early the next morning, I called the number again and again and again, but there was still no answer. I didn't know the mans name so there was no way I could track him or even go back to the hotel to look for him.

A few days passed, the deadline for my mother's surgery was fast approach and I still hadn't gotten hold of the man. I began to lose hope.

It was too good to be true, he'd probably just found it fun and decided to toy with me like that. I squeezed the card and them tossed it in the bin. It was time to return to the real world.

I began to think about Harry. Could he be the only option I'd have left? I thought about the humiliation I'd face from him. Was that really the only choice I had?

I still hadn't found a new job and what little I had in savings I'd spent on mums treatment. Two days before her scheduled surgery date, I came home from job hunting and I found a letter stuck to my door.

I took it and went inside. It was a notice from the landlord. Our rent was due and to make things worse, I no longer had the money to pay for it. The landlord wasn't a kind man. I'd seen him evict people just for being a few days late on rent.

The last thing I needed was to be homeless. I was about to call Harry when I saw a text from him.

Stop being stubborn. Just apologise and we can move last all this

The message angered me and I tossed my phone aside. I was sick and tired of men thinking they could play around with me. I went to my mums wardrobe searching for an old box that I'd seen her hide severally.

My father wasn't dead. Mum said he was a rich man but she never said anymore about him. I had a strong feeling that the key to finding him would be in that box.

I couldn't find any old pictures or even names. All I got was an address. I went online trying to narrow down who he could be but it was hopeless. Nothing was working.

For the first time, I broke down. Hot angry tears streamed down my face as I shook uncontrollably. All the pain and anger and sadness from the last couple of days resurfaced.

I didn't know what to do or who to turn to. I was completely alone. Completely alone.

I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I went to the hospital to see mum again. She was still weak and she could barely speak but I had to try one last time.

"Mum... please tell me about my father. He can help, please"

"N-no... don't"

"I can't just sit back and watch you die. I'm going to find him"

"Honey no... you don't... understand"

"But mum"

"Promise... me. Don't search"

I couldn't go against her wishes so I agreed.

I stayed by her side the whole day. I didn't know how much longer I had with her. I didn't leave the hospital till late that night and I called a cab home.

I reached my apartment and went in. Before I could close the door, something pushed me back forcefully. I looked up, stunned. There were two men staring down at me. They looked like thugs.

"You have been a bad bad girl" One of them said

"Who are you people?"

"We're just here to get what you owe"

"But I want what you owe and more" The other man spoke, locking his lips as he stared down at me.

I tried to run but they pulled me back, slamming me onto the couch.

The one who'd been eye raping me came and sat next to me, stroking my hair. "A little birdie told us you haven't paid your rent. Why's that?"

My eyes widened as I realised my landlord had sent them. I'd always heard rumours that he was gang affiliated but this was my confirmation.

"I'll pay I swear but please just leave me alone" My voice was shaky, my heart pounding in my chest.

The man's hands trailed up my leg as he rubbed my thighs.

"No... please. Let me go!" I screamed as I struggled to break free of his hold. But he pinned me down further and climbed on top of me.

"Don't be a bitch. Just cooperate and we'll give you a little extra time to pay up" He smiled down at me as he toyed with my blouse.

"Lock the door, Jimmy" He motioned to his companion who had been observing with a dirty smirk. He moved to the door but before he could lock it, the door was kicked open and Jimmy was sent flying back.

Everything happened so fast. In one minute the man was dragged off me. I looked around and saw two other men in black suits beating up the thugs.

I was still struggling to understand what was happening when someone else strutted in through the door.

It was him.