His Deepest Desire (Billionaire series)

I couldn't be happier that it was my last day of college. Without a doubt, I have liked my time here, but I am prepared to move on to another aspect of my life. I'm currently getting ready in my apartment room to go to a brand-new club that just opened with my best friend and roommate, Victoria. Currently, we are attempting to choose an outfit for me.

" What do you think of this one, Roy?" Vicky emerged from the wardrobe carrying a stunning black short jumpsuit.

" Vicky!" I remarked, gazing at it doubtfully, "I don't know, it's awfully short and definitely not my style."

" Roy, you need to tone it down a bit. You need to go out and meet guys now that you're 21, and you can't do that if you're dressed like a nun." she remarked, " It will also fit you wonderfully. Just give it a try first, please."

"Ugh... fine," I took the clothes from her as I walked into the bathroom. Though we have been friends since diaper days, I'm still not comfortable standing naked in front of her. I must say the dress was gorgeous. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was tight, ended at my mid thigh, and nicely shaped my curves.

Vicky was searching through my shoe closet when I came out of the bathroom. I neglected to mention how wealthy our parents are.

She drew out a pair of bright, high-heeled shoes and declared. "Found it." Tossing them my way, " I don't understand why Aunt Cara would buy you these shoes and outfits if you never wore them," She exhales.

"You know how my mother is," I said, putting them on, and they suited me perfectly

Vicky was getting ready while I put on my makeup, which comprises of mascara and powder. When I was finished, I curled the ends of my hair and wore it down. I turned away from the mirror once I was comfortable with how I looked to see Vicky walking in with a strapless red dress. I got up from the chair to let Vicky do her makeup while I checked the time. It was 7:30pm.

" Okay, let's go. I can't wait to have fun," she said excitedly as she got up. I must say she looked good and her makeup was on point. I picked my purse and car key. I wasn't sure if I was going to have any alcohol yet, so I called a designated driver just in case we were drunk off our ass.

We got into the club after finding an appropriate place to park. It was my first time ever going clubbing. I was only used to the dinner parties I attended because of my parents, so I didn't know what to do. It was everything I imagined it to be: loud music, drunk ass people grinding on each other. I was dragged by Vicky to the bar to get something to drink, then we moved to the dance floor, dancing for hours with no care in the world as we had fun. We decided to rest a little bit, which led us to go back to the bar to order another drink, but before we could order, someone behind us spoke.

"Hey beautiful, want to dance with me?" We both turned and saw the guy was talking to Vicky. From the looks of it, she seemed interested. She turned to look at me with a pouty face, knowing I couldn't resist.

I sighed, "Fine, you can go."

"Are you sure?" she said, her eyebrows raised, looking sceptical at me.

I said jokingly, "Yes I am, now go before I change my mind." "Alright, I will be back." I turned back to the bar to order a drink as I thought to myself, "This is going to be a long night."

I woke up exhausted after Vicky came back with the guy, Derek, who I later found out was his name. The last thing I remember was both of them trying to change my mind that I should loosen up a bit, and we ended up having a drinking challenge of some sort. I stretched my hands to the sound of my phone with my eyes half closed as I picked up the call, not bothering to check who it was.

"Hello."

"Hey, sweetie, How are you? "

"I'm fine, mum, and good morning," I heard the sound of chuckling as I wondered what was fun.

"It's 2:30 in the afternoon, sweetie," I turned to the side of my bed as I looked at the wall clock to see that it was really two in the afternoon.

"Went out last night with Vicky. I'm really exhausted. " My mom and I are really close, so I tell her everything from my first crush down to my first kiss.

"I see Victoria is still the same," she laughed.

"Could you please come by later this evening? Your father and I have something to tell you. "

"Of course, no problem."

"All right, sweetie, I love you."

"Love you too," I hung up the phone and put it away, finally getting out of bed and stretching my body, walking into the bathroom to freshen up after bathing and other necessities. I walked out with a towel tied around my body and head as I walked to the closet to get a change of clothes.

I stood there for five minutes before deciding on a white t-shirt and sweats. I walked to the mirror, removing the towel from my hair as I used my hair dryer. When done, I put it up in a messy ponytail. I walked out of my bedroom to the kitchen to find Vicky sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling through her phone.

"Hey, how was your night?" I asked while opening the fridge to look for what to eat.

"Ugh, I'm seriously hungover," she responded.

I asked again. I'm going over to my parents' for dinner tonight. Apparently, they have something to tell me. Do you want to come? "

I wish I could, but I already made plans with Derek for tonight. I will go visit this weekend. "

"Okay," I said as I took out the left over mac 'n' cheese from yesterday and put it in the microwave as I waited for it to heat up.

"But what do you think they want to talk about?" she asked.

"I don't know, I'm kind of nervous. I just hope his health hasn't been good lately. I just hope he's okay, " I responded, feeling a little bit anxious.

"I'm sure he is, but it takes more than that to bring Uncle Patrick down." "He's one strong man," she said, standing up to give me a hug.

"Many thanks, Vicky."

"Thank you; now I have to get ready for my date."

I took out the food from the microwave as Vicky went into her room to get ready.

As I eat I couldn't help but wonder what the dinner was all about..

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I was a nervous wreck as I pulled up to my parents' home, which was more like a mansion. My folks were not the type to schedule an unexpected supper unless it was a serious matter. I rang the bell and anxiously waited for the front door to open.

"Hey Roy, it's been a while," Eleanor, our family maid and nanny, said as she opened the door.

"Hi Nan, it's good to see you," I said before walking in to see everyone sitting at the table, which also included my older brother, whom I love to death. I had a sickly feeling that something was up as they were staring at me.

After greetings and pleasantries, we started dinner, talking about everything we had missed so far, from random stuff to

"So honey, your mum and I have something to tell you," my dad said, clearing his throat.

" What... Is it about your health?" I asked why the anxiety eats me up.

" of course not sweetie, your dad is perfectly fine." My mother exclaimed, her lips stretched wide in an excited grin.

I turned to look at my brother, who avoided my eyes and kept staring above my head.

My mum squealed, "Sweetie, you're getting married!"

I couldn't hear anything else while I tried to comprehend what I had just heard.

Did she just say I'm getting harried or was it parried, I could have sworn it sounded just like married. I looked up to see the three of them staring at me

"Ahhaaaaaa." I laughed so hard to the point of tears. I mean, I always knew my mum was a prankster and I was her favourite victim. That's what I loved more about her, and I must say this tops it all.

"Seriously, mum, wow," I wiped my eyes, "nice one, you almost got me there for a second," I smiled.

"It's not a joke, sweetie. You are getting married." I looked at three of them, confused. My head started to buzz. I tried to make a connection between the words coming out of her mouth and what they meant.

" You're joking right." When I spoke again, the smile was wiped off my face. I noticed the look on their faces. I couldn't help but wonder. It made no sense. Me? Getting married? To whom? Why? I just recently turned 21 and just graduated from college. I'm too young to get married.

"Honey, it's an arranged marriage," my father finally spoke, looking at me with a pained expression.

"Why?" I managed to whisper it out, not trusting my voice.

"The company isn't doing well and is close to bankruptcy. This was the only way," he said.

"So you're selling me off." I cried out. I couldn't control the tears that fell from my eyes. I turned to my mom, who was close to tears, then to my brother, who couldn't even look me in the eyes.

" No, sweetie, never. If we had any other choice, we would never have thought of this, "my mom spoke out softly as she cried. I stood up slowly, staring down at them, hurt and disappointed."

"You want to marry me off to a stranger?"

"No honey, we would never do that." My dad said, and he and the rest of my family stood.

" You might not remember because you were little, but you have met before when you were eight. His father was a good friend of mine till he passed away. "

"Who is it?"

"Giovanni Reeves," he replied.

Giovanni Reeves, I thought to myself. His name sounded so familiar, but I couldn't picture a face or anything else.

" Can I think about it?, I'm tired and I just want to rest, "I said before climbing up the stairs, walking towards the direction of my old room."

"Sure, take your time, sweetie."

I closed the door of my room and I lay on the bed as more tears fell from my eyes and I slowly fell asleep.

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I groaned loudly when the sun rays hit my face. I rolled over on the bed to face the other side. Today was the day I was finally going to meet my so-called soon-to-be husband and family. It's been a week since I found out I was getting married. I decided to go with it because I know how important this is to my family. Right now I'm at my parents' because my mum thought it was better if I got ready here.

"Hey Buttercup, wake up." My brother sat beside me, shaking me awake.

"Five more minutes," I whined, covering myself with a pillow and grumbling again.

"Breakfast is almost ready, and I want to talk to you."

I got up to sit up straight, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Then, letting out a lazy yawn, I turned to look at my brother. I could see he was stressed out by this situation.

" I know this is wrong and I wish there was another way." He sighed before he continued talking. " You aren't alone. I just want you to know that I will always be there for you every step of the way".

" I know, you have always been my hero and nothing will change that". I hugged him tightly.

"If it's too difficult for you, please let me know. "

"I will. Thanks big bro." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He stood up. "Now go shower, you stink".

"Hey..."I whined, which was received with laughter as he closed the door.

I stood up, walking past the mirror. My hair was a mess. I looked like I got hit by a train. I walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. I tied my hair into a messy bun as it took me ages to dry it up. I wore a pair of black jeans with my white tank top and Snickers, not bothering to do any makeup. I walked downstairs only to be welcomed with an amazing aroma; it smelled heavenly.

Ahh... my love for food.

"Good morning." I kissed my mum on the cheek, then my dad. I stared at the food on the table; toast, bacon, scrambled eggs, and don't forget coffee.

"Mhm," I muttered, my mouth watering, eager to stuff myself with food.

"What time are we going to the Reeves?" I asked my mum while eating.

"Around 6, sweetie, and swallow before you talk," she scolded.

"Yes ma", I saluted , making my brother and dad laugh and shake their heads.

"Mum, you are aware of Roy's personality. Using food, you could essentially kidnap her "Richard added. We began making faces at each other while our parents giggled as I poked my tongue out at him and he did the same.