My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Want a Baby.

Ojo's POV

It was another morning waking up next to a strange woman but I didn't care. I had never cared. After all, my father was filthy rich, so why would I be bothered about life?

"Hey, wake up! Get out of my house. I'm done with you" I yelled at the woman in my bed. She looked angry at me but that was her problem.

"Aren't you going to get dressed too and drop me off at my house at least?" she asked, as she dressed up to leave. I laughed at her so hard till she got upset and left.

"John! Where is this stupid old man? John!" I shouted down the stairs.

I saw him running out of a corner of the house as fast as his short old legs could carry him.

"Shine these shoes now and get my breakfast ready." I ordered him while tossing the shoes down the stairs, hitting him on the head.

I laughed and walked away because he worked for me and can't do anything to me.

Taking my bath and getting dressed I walked out with only socks on my feet and the house was so cold.

"John! Where are my damn shoes?! You old fool, you will make me late to work and I won't hesitate to fire you. Shine my shoes, you are taking the whole day. So incompetent all of you in this house!" I ranted as I walked to the dining table.

I sat at the table to have breakfast, and I saw that my eggs had been fried the wrong way again. I picked up the plate and stormed into the kitchen and tossed the plate at the chef's face.

"Is this how eggs are made in your village? Fry it again idiot. This is rubbish and it tastes like crap!"

I saw a little blood drip down his face from a cut on his head but I was definitely not the bad guy. All I wanted was my eggs fried a certain way, that's it.

I walked out to the dining room once more on cold tiles and I opened my mouth to yell at John when I saw him with my shoes. I snatched the shoes and shoved him out of my way. Bloody idiot!

I had no idea why dad hired him when he looked older than a dinosaur.

The chef walked out with my food the second time, but I had lost my appetite from looking at the stains of blood on his clothes.

"Can't you clean yourself up before you make my food? So I should eat your blood now with the eggs or what? Are you insane? Get that shit out of my sight!"

I got up and stormed to my car because I was late already and I didn't need my father on my neck today.

My driver didn't see me early enough to open the door like I had instructed him multiple times, now I had to stand and wait again. Glaring at him I hopped into the car and waited for him to drive me to my office. I could only hope that we do not meet any hold ups on the way.

If only that dad had not forbidden me from firing them, I'd have fired each one of them this morning. People beg to work for me and they that work for me, can't treat me like a king.

I got to my office on time. Thank God. I walked in to see my secretary on the phone giggling like she was in her house. Snatching up her phone I smashed it on the floor. Next time she would learn to keep her business out of the office.

"Get me my coffee now!" I thundered.

"Sir it's on your desk," she answered, while she bent to look at her phone. I smiled to myself after seeing tears in her eyes. Good for her!

I sat at my desk ready for work, sipped my coffee and immediately spat it out, "are you mad? Do you want to bruise my tongue with this hot coffee? What is wrong with you? You can't do something simple like this but you're giggling on your phone?!"

"S-sir I-I was a-arranging your meeting with Mr I-Ike like you told me to"

"I told you to? When? I never told you to do that" "B-but sir you said-"

"Are you trying to insinuate that I cannot keep track of what I said? Is that what you're doing right now? Calling me a fool?" I said while walking up to the idiot. I poured the coffee on her instead of drinking it.

Sadly it made her shirt cling to her body and she had a really nice body but unfortunately I couldn't take her home because she didn't have any sense. She stood there flapping her shirt trying to cool the burn I caused. Serves her right. Next time she won't dare to say rubbish.

"Get out of my sight and cancel all my meetings. I'm going to have breakfast. If my father comes here, you better tell him I'm at a meeting or else" I wagged my finger at her and left the office.

Good thing my driver had the door open already. At least one person had learned something new today.

"Drive me to a good place where I can have breakfast before I die of hunger."

Ten minutes later he stopped at a simple looking place. "So now you want me to eat here? In this shabby looking place? I swear, if I see one cockroach in my food I will fire you and your entire family!"

"Sir I promise the food is good sir."

I glared at him and walked into the place.

What a surprise! It was packed with middle class individuals and there was no empty table. I walked up to a man sitting alone and ordered him to leave. He complied. I guess he was aware of who I was.

Ojo's POV

A waitress came to take my order and after ordering she made me wait a whole thirty minutes for my food. Just imagine how slow the service was.

After bringing my food I noticed my order was not correct. "Hey, come back here! Is this what I ordered?"

"Sir we had to modify your meal since you are allergic to seafood."

"Did I ask you to do that? What if I wanted to die today? Is it your business? Take this thing and make my original dish."

"Sir I can't take it back. You are allergic to seafood. We don't want a bad review like the other restaurants that served you seafood."

"Are you mad? I'm telling you to get me my original dish and you are making your own decisions here. Get me your manager. Now!"

" I'm sorry about the mix up but that was what we were instructed to do by the owner of the restaurant." We went back and forth for a few minutes before I got so mad at this tiny rat.

I picked up the pitcher of water and doused her in it.

"I WILL CLOSE DOWN THIS RESTAURANT. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? MESSING UP MY ORDER BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU KNOW BETTER BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. NONE OF YOU DO. IF I SAY I WANT TO EAT FISH YOU WILL GIVE ME THE DAMN FISH AND IF I FALL DOWN AND DIE IT'LL BE ON YOU FOR MESSING UP. YOU BETTER PRAY I DO NOT SUE EVERY ONE OF YOU IN THIS LOW CLASS RESTAURANT. YOU ARE NOT EVEN WORTHY OF FEEDING SOMEONE OF MY CALIBER!"

I screamed at her, attracting attention to my table causing the head chef to come from the kitchen.

"Sir please calm down. We apologize for the mixup and we will redo your meal."

"I don't want an apology from you, I want it from her. That ugly thing there," I told him pointing and leering at the soaking wet waitress.

She looked up timidly and apologized for the mixup while picking up the dishes I threw on the floor. She looked good on her knees before me.

The head chef apologized profusely again and said he would make my meal and bring it out himself.

"I hope you know I'm not paying a cent for anything in this place because you have wasted my time already." He nodded and left with the waitress.

They brought out my food and I took my time eating, knowing I wasn't paying them a dime.

I headed back to the office since my secretary alerted me that my dad was looking for me.

I stepped Into the office to see eyes all on me like I was a clown, "You guys don't have work or what? Why are you looking at me?" I marched into my office only to find my father in my chair waiting for me.

"Dad, good morning sir. Why are you in my office? And on my chair too? You don't like your office again?" I tried to crack a joke with him but his face was all stern.

"Ojo sit down." I sank into the visitor's chair and waited to hear what he planned on lecturing me about again today.

"Ojo have I not provided everything for you in this life? So why do you still go ahead dragging our family name through the mud? Get married, you blatantly refused. Instead you go around sleeping your way through every skirt and being rude to employees that are out there to make your life easy. Today you have successfully injured yet another staff member and your secretary had to go to the hospital for the burns that you inflicted on her. I keep covering up and paying bills so that you don't land in prison." he said while pacing back and forth.

My father was an imposing figure even as he was getting old, he still terrified me but I was not one to back down.

"Dad, I never asked you to pay anything on my behalf. Nobody has the guts to come and get me arrested. We own this town. In fact this whole city belongs to us so what's the problem? It's just for me to enjoy my life till I die."

"oh I shouldn't pay bills for you? Fine. Fix this one yourself then" he said with mockery in his voice.

He picked up the TV remote and turned it on. The picture on the screen made me want to vanish and never be found.

The headline read "PLAYBOY BILLIONAIRE ASSAULTS FORMER CHIEF JUDGE'S DAUGHTER;DOUSES HER WITH WATER AFTER SLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDING."

My father laughed at my face. "Daddy please help me fix this one please. I'm not going to be able to escape this one please." I stood up and begged him, holding his shoulders.

He held me by my arms and shook me gently and said, "My son, this one you will fix it all by yourself. I spoiled you too much but it's high time you started facing the consequences yourself." He then walked out of the office leaving me in serious confusion.

This news could make us lose money in the company if investors start pulling out because of my mistake. Worse, I was supposed to take over in a year, but now everybody was going to back out of deals.

For once in my life I felt remorseful and regretted my actions. I sat at my desk and just watched the video play over and over on different channels. Next, they interviewed eyewitnesses who described the whole scene. Labeling me the bad guy and the waitress a hero,painting her in glorious light like she saved a thousand people.

I needed to figure out what to do soon to avoid backlash from the company because mum would kill me when she comes back from her vacation to Maldives to hear this story.

I called up my lawyer and publicist so we could start brainstorming on what to do.

After hours of deliberating and arguing it was agreed that I should get married to the waitress, Morenike.

Morenike's POV

After the whole saga that happened at the restaurant, the head chef told me to go home for the day and rest up. I was dripping wet from head to toe, cold and hungry. Going home was meeting with another dose of trouble from my nagging step mother.

On my way home I began to think about everything that had happened today and for the past years. My biological mother passed away when I was way younger. It was during childbirth we lost her and the baby, the same day. So, it was just me and my father for a long while and we had a special bond because we were each other's comfort, just us against the world.

Then when I got into college he decided it was time to get remarried since I was "older" according to him. That was where our problems started.

My step mom, Stella, was just against me since the moment we met ourselves. She began telling my father lies about me;that I took drugs in school and I hung around with bad friends. She even told my dad to pull me out of school and he did, which just broke our bond. He never believed me when I told him his wife was lying.

Stella turned me into her house help and my father never noticed. He eventually got terribly sick and had to stay home while Stella squandered his hard earned money. She gave his houses to her relatives and made my life a living hell.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was when she tried pimping me out to one of her old friends to be his wife. The man was 25 years older than me.

Eventually my father passed and I saw hell on earth. That was what made my friend look for a job for me.But did I rest? No. Stella began collecting my salary and she seized my bank card too. Well I got smart and I started collecting my salary in cash and hiding it.

I remembered a fateful night, when I snuck in late at night from work only to hear her bragging to her friends, "The dumb girl doesn't even know that her father left everything to her in his will. I killed him thinking I was in his will but n, he willed everything to that brat and I have to get rid of her too.''

From that day I got smart with my savings and vowed to drag her down.

My phone's notifications jerked me from my thoughts with the numerous pings. The driver joked that I must be popular this evening. If only he knew.

I pulled out my phone and saw that someone took a video of my misunderstanding with Mr Ayodeji, and I was tagged multiple times in the videos.

Too many notifications started coming in and I saw my step mother's call and I hurriedly picked it, "H-hello ma?"

"Are you on your way home, Morenike ?" she asked me in an exciting tone of voice.

It's been a long time since I heard her call my name that way.

"Y-yes ma. I'm coming. "

"Be fast, I need to talk to you."

On getting home I saw her seated on the couch, waiting for me and she looked happy. I walked up to her and greeted her with my head down.

"Come and sit next to me, my child. I see you're all over the news today. That's really exciting. I just want to give you a couple pieces of advice."

"Okay ma. I'm listening."

"I know it's you that probably messed up as usual and offended that big man so here is what we will do. Tomorrow morning we will go to his office together and beg him to forgive you and tell him that you are willing to do anything for him and I mean anything. If you get pregnant for him it will be better so that we can be a part of their family. Do you understand? You have been enjoying life in my house. It's time to pay me back now. You're old enough. So rest up and get ready for tomorrow."

I sulked out of the living room feeling even more downcast after she revealed her plans. This was my father's house that she calls hers. When would all of my sufferings come to an end in this life? After being humiliated today, then coming home to even more humiliation.

I took my bath and crawled into bed for the night. I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by the sting of ice cold water.

"I thought I told you to get ready early? What are you still doing in bed? Go take your bath fast and come let me dress you in an appealing way so we can get what we want."

A few minutes later I found out that her version of appealing meant undersized, short and slutty.

"Ma please can I wear something else? I don't like this dress."

A sharp sting on my cheek announced that she just slapped me.

"Shut up! Dummy! How do you intend to catch his eyes him if you are all covered up? Put on the shoes and let's go." she sneered at me.

We made our way down to his office very early and sat in the lobby waiting for the rude billionaire to come. I constantly had to pull down the hem of my dress so I wouldn't flash my panties at everybody. After the third time pulling the dress, Stella whacked my hand with a magazine to get me to stop.

I didn't know why she decided to torment me. She could have dressed up for Mr Ayodeji instead of me but I couldn't dare voice out my concern. I had to maintain constant silence everyday so I wouldn't jeopardize things even more.

I got lost while looking at all the impeccably dressed staff, thinking of how I could have been one of them if Stella hadn't stopped me from continuing in college.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the doors being opened violently, as Mr Ayodeji Ojo walked in, dressed in a sharp navy blue suit that made him look so handsome.