The Billionaire's Mistake

As I walked on the congested concrete sidewalk, I could feel someone's eyes on me. I know that this a busy place and thousand of persons were walking on the streets, many of which were going in the same direction or same place that I am going to. But I couldn't help but feel something in my guts telling me that the guy who was ten steps behind me, wearing sunglasses, was following me.

Each time I turned around he would be staring at me then quickly shift his attention when he was caught.

Maybe I was being paranoid, but I just don't think he's a regular New Yorker.

I tried walking a little faster but the only thing that did was to raise my pulse and I didn't want to start panicking for no reason.

It could just be, after all, a regular person walking to the subway station just like me.

But It wasn't a regular person, I could tell by the way he was dressed, the way he walked and the shades on his face. He was someone of high class or status, but I couldn't tell who he was because of the dark sunglasses that were covering his eyes.

Who wears sunglasses at 4:30 pm? That was what caught my attention the first time I turned around.

Stay calm, Kaliyah. Just walk normal, he can't attack you with so many people around.

I couldn't help but look over my shoulder ever so often as I walked down the road. He was taking long strides but not enough to catch me up because every time he got closer I sped up.

Continue walking Kally, He'll leave you alone.

Today is not the day you die.

I had no idea if I should be worried or irritated that a strange man has been following closely behind me since I left the office ten minutes ago. This is exactly how most murders start on TV; a strange man wearing shades follows girl after work.

But this wasn't TV, this is real life. Even if he didn't want to kill me, why the hell was he following me?

I continued walking at the normal pace until I reached a stop light. I involuntarily looked behind me, and I saw him but this time he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at a scene that featured an angry taxi man.

Maybe he wasn't following me after all.

When the light changed to red, I began to cross the street and turned down the road to change my direction. I waited for the right time to turn my head and look if he was following me and he was.

I let out a sigh of frustration. Why the hell is he following me?

Trying not to think about the man that was following me, I diverted my attention buildings and stores that I was passing by. I couldn't help but admire the rich architecture but my mind was somewhere else.

Deciding to look behind me to see if Mr. Sunglasses was still there, I slowly turned my head like I was looking at a passing cab.

And there he was still following me. He was dressed nicely in a suit, but he wasn't wearing a tie and his first two buttons were opened. Even though I couldn't see his eyes I knew he was hella sexy.

Why would someone like him want to follow a girl like me?

I'm just an assistant secretary, nothing big and I wasn't important to anyone.

I needed to know his reasons for following me if he is following me.

Deciding to follow an instinct I turned on my heels and walked straight up to him, stopping in front of him my arms at akimbo.

Under his shades, his brows rose.

"Why are you following me?" I demanded. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but I cut him off by raising my hands and shaking it. "Don't give me crap and start denying it. I know you're following me. What do you want?" I looked at the shades because I couldn't see the eyes that lay behind them. I look up and down at him trying to make out his body posture to see if it was giving any signs away.

I pray to God he was following me because I don't know how I'd handle the embarrassment if he wasn't.

He is very tall, probably 6'4, he needed a shave, but his cheekbones were wonderfully shaped. His lips were small and slightly pink, and his dark hair swept across his forehead messily. He had a mysterious look about him, but I just couldn't pinpoint what it was especially with the shades on.

He finally spoke saying. "People always say looks are everything but I guess looks can be deceiving," I had no idea what he meant but I knew he was trying to insult me.

I continued looking at the mysterious man in front of me.

Who the hell is he?

And why the hell is he following me? If he is following me.

The questions just started popping up in my head. But I wasn't moving on until I got an answer. I raised my brows at my stalker then said, "Look, I don't know you and I don't want to. So, do me a favor and stop stalking me, before I call the cops." I was bluffing because I don't know if I'd go as far as calling the police but maybe my words will ward him off.

He begins to laugh at what I said leaving me to really question who he was. I guess my words didn't affect him. "Calling the police won't help you in this decision, in fact, the police will be on my side, after all, you're the one who is at fault here."

I looked at him with my brows raised and confused.

Me? At Fault? I can't remember doing anything against the law. "Look, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I've never done anything illegal before." I lied. In my teenage years, I was involved in a lot of illegal things, one of which was getting fake IDs but that wasn't anything too major to get in problems. Everyone gets a fake ID these days, especially teens.

"Oh, you've done something more than illegal," he states.

"What have I done that worse than doing something illegally?" I queried. I don't remember doing anything bad, just a normal teen enjoying life.

"Oh, stop being innocent. You know what you did."

I look at him annoyed. I was getting pretty irate at him each second, I spent there looking up at him. I shake my head and turn around and beginning my journey to the subway station, which was my original goal.

Why did hell did I walk up to him in the first place. I am not going to let him waste my time if he isn't willing on being straightforward, he was beating around the bush.

"Alliyah Bisson." He shouts after me. His words grabbed my attention immediately. I sprung around to look at my stalker, ready to correct him from the mistake.

"FYI, my name is Kalliyah Bisson, why don't you go look somewhere else for your mistress," I shout back. With that said, I enter the train station.

Everything made sense now. He was looking for my beloved twin sister, Alliyah. The bitch that ruined my life.

I hate when people mistake me for her.

How could they?

We were complete opposites. The only thing we had alike was that we are identical twins but there was nothing identical about of personalities.

She had hurt me, No, Correction. She had destroyed me.

What she did to me isn't something I will ever forget or even forgive.

Why was he even looking for her? Especially in New York.

I haven't seen my twin in three years, she was probably on a next continent showing her body off, not that I care. I stopped caring when she did.

........................................

Wednesdays for me was just like any other day, I had my lunch at a coffee shop at the corner of the road then I'd return to my building and get my work done. On my way to the elevator Larry, 'the mail boy' said that Mr. Ryan was looking for me and he wanted to speak to me.

I sighed as I press the number to my floor.

The only times Mr. Ryan talks to me is to complain about something I've done or didn't do, other than that our association was limited. I barely saw the man and I was happy about that because he wasn't someone nice.

As I walked to the elevator I started thinking about possible things that I could have done to disobey his orders but there wasn't much. I had done everything I was asked to do and more.

Not bothering to go to my desk to put down my purse, I went straight to Mr. Ryan's office.

After knocking on his door, I heard his deep voice say, "Come in." I flinch and pushed the door opened.

The first thing I saw wasn't my forty-something-year-old boss. I saw the back of a very tall muscular man in a nice suit.

I quickly close the door behind me and walked up closer to the man. I was three steps behind him when he turned around and boy oh boy did he knock me off my feet with his looks.

One word to describe him.

Beautiful.

He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and shiny. His eyes were a mesmerizing light brown. His bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical. It was manly. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks.

I shake my head slightly to get out of the dazed zone I was in. I turn my gaze to my boss.

His green eyes were blazing, it was obvious he was angry.

Oh lordy. What did I do this time?

"Ms. Bisson. I think it's time for you to pack your bags and leave this company. You're fired." Mr. Ryan said.

"What!" I choked out, "What did I do? I've been a good assistant- secretary. I've done everything for you and Sarah gave me to do. Mr. Ryan you can't do this to be. I need this job." I was now directly in front of his desk, I was trying hard not to cry in front of them. I need this job it is my means of survival. Even if it meant I am to beg, I will.

"Ms. Bisson, I can't have a woman who abandons her child working for me. I believe a child needs his/her parent when growing up and I .."

I cut him off with my shout, "What? Mr. Ryan you've must be mistaken. I've never given birth to a child before, hell I've never been pregnant. I don't even have a boyfriend," I am, after all, a virgin.

"Ms. Bisson are you saying that Mr. Carter is lying." My boss pointed to the man in Armani suit. I turned around to face Mr. Handsome also called Mr. Carter.

I looked at Mr. Carter and then said. "You told him I have a child?" I fix my glasses up my face and look at the man again. I look at his features intently. "Wait a minute, you're the man who was following me yesterday. How dare you tell him I have a child?" I said in rage as I pointed my finger close to his face.

"Alliyah, I .." Mr. Carter said.

"My name is Kalliyah, ah for god sake, my sister's Alliyah." I clarified. There he goes again making the same mistake.

"Ms. Bisson whether it's your sister or not, you're still fired. Larry will escort you out the building." Mr. Ryan said.

"Mr. Ryan please I need...," I started but was cut off.

"Ms. Bisson it's all set. Once a man of high status in the country gives a bad name to you, I can no longer employ you. I can't let you be the reason my company goes down the drain, all that I've worked for. No. No Ms. Bisson it will not happen. Now leave before I have security escort you out instead. I'm sure, you don't want to make a scene, so I suggest you leave immediately." His words hitting me. Of course, I didn't want a scene, especially in this building. The workers didn't know the meaning of privacy. They'll all linger in your business and talk about you until a new source of interest comes.

I turned around and stared at my stalker then I walked out of the office. I hurriedly collect my things from the desk and then exit the building without any further complications. I didn't need to be the girl getting kicked out of Mason and Sons, that would forever be with me if I did because stains don't leave, they stay.

....

I let the tears fall as I walked the busy streets of New York City. Persons past by me and gave weird looks but I ignored them. I didn't care what strangers who I will never see again think of me. All I cared about was what I think of me and at this moment my self-esteem was at it's poorest.

Why do bad things always happen to good people?

All I can think about is what am I going to do, my rent was too expensive, food for my dog. Hell! Food for myself. Jeans will probably put me out his apartment if I can't pay the bill.

What am I going to do?

Just as I'm about to enter the subway, I heard someone shout my name. I turned to see Mr. Carter running to me.

Not him again!

What does he want?

He made me lose my job, my life couldn't get worse than it already is now.

I didn't wait until he reached me. I turned, ignoring his calls and entered the subway. Halfway on the steps, I felt someone grip my hands. I turned around to see no one but the Sexy Beast himself. That fit him, sexy beast. He was sexy, and he was the beast he made me lose my job.

"What do you want from me? Haven't you done enough?" I shouted at him. His light brown eyes staring into my greenish-greyish ones.

He had beautiful eyes. I could see them clearly now without the sunglasses covering them. But I don't care. I don't care how sexy he was or how beautiful his eyes are. He made me lose my job.

"I can help you," his voice calm like he didn't care that he was the reason I was jobless. "You come with me to the coffee shop across the street and I'll tell you why I'm here." Mr. Carter stated.

I stand there looking at him not sure what to say. It was only couple minutes after one and I didn't anything to do at home, so I might as well listened to the great reason he had for making me lose my job.

"Okay, but don't try anything I have a teaser, and I'm not afraid to use it." I glared him in the eyes and remove my arms from his grip. "Let's go," I accepted his offer because I also needed to know why he keeps calling me Alliyah.

Why did he mistake me for that bitch?

I stared out the window of the café as I sat in silence. The space between me and Mr. Carter was tense, and he hasn't opened his mouth since we sat and it got me wondering.

Why the hell would he want to talk me after he just ruined my life?

"Are you.." I was interrupted when the waiter came to the table.

"May I take your orders?" He asked in a polite manner, I looked up at him and gave him a friendly smile.

"Hey, Richard. I'd like a dark coffee please." Richard has been the longest working staff at this café. Sometimes on my way home, I'd stop by at get a few pastries and he was always nice to me.

"One black coffee coming up," he smiled at me before turning to my stalker at said, "And you sir, what may I get you?"

Without looking up at the waiter he spoke. "I'm fine, thanks."

When Richard moved away, I started to ask my question again.

"Are you.."

"What kind.." We spoke spontaneously.

"You go first, after all, you brought me here, there must be a reasonable explanation for you making me lose my job," I said still looking at my stalker. His hand was folded on the table as he stared at me with hatred. Even though all the dark looks, he was giving me he still looked hella handsome.

"Ms. Bisson, what kind of woman are you? Do you just sleep with a man, get pregnant and leave the child? Ugh?" my stalker said. I looked at him with raised brows but didn't comment. I stay silent and he realized so he continued. "Why did you leave the child at my office?"

Now that got my attention. "What?" I shouted a bit too loud. I received looks from persons around me and I held my head down in shame. I will not lose my temper because of his man.

I looked up back at him and whispered. "What are you talking about? I've never seen you in my whole twenty-six years of my life only yesterday when you were stalking me and today. So, dude, you have the wrong person. Try and look somewhere else for your baby mother, because I'm not her." At that, I remembered him calling me Alliyah. He had probably mistaken me for her.

What a fool! He doesn't even know who he spelt with.

"I didn't say you were." his voice dead.

"What?" I was too confused to even know what he was walking about, after all, he wasn't really showing many emotions, just the intense look in his eyes.

"You didn't get pregnant by me, I'm not that careless. I'm not careless enough to have unprotected sex with gold-diggers like yourself. The child is my father's." He said in a shape note.

I couldn't but laugh. It's not every day a stranger accuses you of sleeping with his father and getting pregnant and not every day a poor person like me is called a gold-digger either. I sobered up and looked into his eyes, knowing exactly what the problem was now.

She strikes again.

"Now I know what you're talking about." I stared at him and shake my head. "One. Do I look like a gold-digger? Trust me, if I am, it seems I'm not digging good because I'm still living here in the slums of New York. Two. Do you I look like the type to sleep with a man who's old enough to be my father?" My rhetorical question hung in the air. "Well no, I'm not. Sorry to say I prefer men in my age group. I leave those things for my sister. I presume she's your father's mistress?"

Richard came over and placed my coffee on the table. I said Thank you and he gave me a smile and left to serve the next table.

Mr. Carter was just looking at me intensely. "Since you're not answering I guess she is." I said then start sipping my coffee.

"I knew you'd deny it and that why I need proof. I want to see your birth certificate, your ID, your doctor report and your Driver's License." I raised my brow at him, what exactly was he playing at. Why would I lie my identity?

"Hmm...you're not a very good observer, you'd have noticed I don't have a car, thus no driver's license. That expired years ago. You can have a copy of all the other documents. Hell! You can keep them." I said with a smile on my face. This was the joke of the century.

Me being mistaken for my sister, again.

She always seems to know the right times to ruin my life.

"Where are the documents?"

"Do you think I walk on the road everyday carrying documents like those?" he reminded silent leaving me to answer my question. "No, I don't. There at my apartment, the only thing I have with me is my ID and Subway pass."

He reminds silent, but he didn't break eye contact. Not knowing exactly what to do, I turn and look out the window. His face was too beautiful to look at especially since he probably hated me, based on his looks.

"Okay, then I'm coming home with you then." He replied still not convince that I'm not who he's looking for.

"Mhhm...sure. But I don't know you and I don't trust you. I want to see some ID now." I don't even have regular men I know coming home with me, so why the hell should I trust that this man who was stalking me yesterday.

Because he's the sexiest man you've seen.

I'm sure for a fact that he was indeed the most handsome I've seen but his attitude and personality ruin his beautiful looks.

I looked at my stalker as he took out his wallet. He took out his ID and place it on the table, facing me. I took it up and I scanned it with my eyes after which I placed it back on the table.

"So your name is Alexander Javier Carter." What a nice name for a mean man. "You're 30, you look more like 50 to me but who am I to judge?" I smiled with my statement and brought the coffee cup to my face finishing it off.

I could tell that he was angry and furious at me by the way he was staring at me. But who cares? He made me lose my job.

No, your sister made you lose your job.

Again

Mr. Carter cleared his throat, I look up at him to see him eyeing me. "Are you done yet?" he asked. I looked down at my cup and nod.

He raised his hands to call over Richard. Richard came with the receipt in his hand I began to take out my purse. I heard Mr. Carter spoke. "No. I'll pay, after all, I dragged you in here in the first place."

"Okay,"

After paying, he gets up and I followed. We exit the store and then he starts walking in the opposite direction from the subway station. I called out. "The subway is this way,"

"I don't do subways," Well he's boasty. "I have a car, follow me." He commands and I obeyed his instruction and followed closely behind.

I was doing something crazy.

I was following a complete stranger to his car, but it made sense. He has the answers to questions that I needed answers to, why did he make me lose my job? And who is the baby my sister left in his office?

I hissed my teeth, Alliyah always seems to mess up my life with every opportunity she gets.

She wasn't always a bad sister, she became bad when she was offered a modelling contract. That had changed her to someone mean and cruel.

A few minutes after we passed Masons and Sons, he walked up to a 2018 Silver Audi. He opened his door then turn to me, "Get in."

I rolled my eyes then walked over to the passenger side, opening the door I got in.

After giving him the directions to my apartment, we drove in a tense and awkward silence.

Ten minutes later we were parked in front of the building. As we exit the vehicle I went through my bag for my keys for the front door, even though I might not need it. The door had been giving problems for a while now and the landlord couldn't afford to fix it. All we had to do was pray that no one breaks in on us.

When we reached the door, it was opened like I predicted. Walking ahead of Mr. Carter, I enter the little lobby and pressed the bottom for the elevator. The door of the elevator slid open and we entered. I pressed the number of my floor and the elevator started to move. There wasn't much space in the elevator, it could only carry around five to six persons at a time. Even though it was just the two of us in there, it felt like more before of the tension and awkwardness between the two of us.

After the elevator stop. I exit it and walked to my apartment which was down the hall. I pushed my keys in and opened the door. When I entered, Mr. Carter followed behind me. And just like every time I came home, I was greeted by my dog, Grey.

"Hey, baby. Did you miss me today?" I said in a playful voice as bent down to pat my golden retriever.

Mr. Carter cleared his throat behind me, I guess he was trying to tell me that I wasn't alone. But I didn't really care, I loved Grey and he deserves to be treated with love and affection. I stand up and move further in the apartment. I signal Mr. Carter to follow behind me. I could tell his scrutinizing looks that he wasn't pleased with my living condition.

I still didn't quite understand what Mr. Ryan said when he meant by a man of status. Was Mr. Carter someone very important to America?

I knew he was rich but how rich was he and what did Mr. Ryan mean?

"You live here?" Mr. Carter was standing next to my couch looking at me.

"No, I visit my dog here every day." I said in a sarcastic tone.

Obviously I live here.

He rolled his eyes and look to my dog who was wagging his tail beside him. Grey was waiting to be pat by him. What a traitor of a dog!

"You can have a seat," I said and pointed to my couch.

I looked down at my black leather couch contemplating if he should sit. I really wanted to say something, but I kept my mouth shut, I didn't want to worsen my situation.

He accepted my offer and sat down.

"I'll be right with you, I just need to get some food in Grey's dish." I walked over to my kitchen which was attached to the living room. I climbed up on the little chair, so I could reach the cupboard that had the dog food in it.

Major Short girl problem. I can never reach anything.

I turned around looking at the couch to see my Mr. Carter patting Grey. I froze with the dog food in my hand. I always thought my dog was 100% dedicated to me but I guess I was wrong. He wasn't playing me or the food in my hand any attention. He was enjoying his rub.

I looked at the two playing and getting friendly until Mr. Carter's voice brought me back to reality.

"You can stop staring, just get the papers so I can confirm your identity and see what goes next." He said still looking at my dog. I rolled my eyes, returning my attention to the pack of Dog chows in my hands. After placing some in the dish I put back the bag in the cupboard above.

Since I had to walk pass the couch to get to my bed room, I gave my dog a look at which he howled at. I smiled, who says dogs don't understand humans?

I went in my drawer for the key to my safe. I kneeled on the ground and draw out the iron box that was under my bed. When I got it opened, I searched until I found the various documents that he needed.

When I went back to the living room he was still getting comfy with my dog. I went in front of the two of them and break their connection. "Here," I handed him the documents that would prove that I am indeed Kalliyah Bisson and not Alliyah Bisson. I even dropped in a picture of the both of us when we were young.

He took his hands off my dog and accepted the documents. I turned to my dog and gave him the look, he groans. I smiled internally, that's what you get for ignoring me. "Go, your food is in the dish." He didn't move. "Grey," I said I a warning tone, he got up and went to the kitchen for his dinner. I smiled to myself. I love my dog. I had received him as a gift from my sister before she betrayed me. He was the only thing I had that made me feel good about myself. He was the only thing I had left of her, the real her.

I watch as Mr. Carter eyed my documents. The way he was looking through each document made it seem like a job interview and for some reason, I was nervous to know if I could the job and by the job I meant if my documents were good enough.

Not liking the idea of hovering over him while he examines my life, I walked back to my bedroom with the intent of changing out of the work clothes. I looked in my drawers to find something to put on.

I felt weird changing, knowing that there was a man less than five feet away and he wasn't just any man.

I took my glasses off and placed them at my bedside. I pulled my hair out of the bun and let it fall to my shoulder. After putting on the jeans and a shirt I exit my bedroom.

Grey was laying at Mr. Carter's feet, so I decided to have a seat in the sofa parallel to Mr. Carter.

When I sat down, Mr. Carter eyes shift from the papers and began to stare me down. I felt a little uncomfortable.

He clears his throat and then said, "Well, Ms. Bisson, we have some trouble here."

"What kind of trouble do we have?" I raised my eyebrows, what damage did my sister do this time?

"Based on these files, you seem to be the sister of Alliyah Bisson and not her." He pauses then back down at the files. "Your sister was having an affair with my father and she got pregnant. She left the baby at my office a few weeks ago."

I laugh and shake my head. "She really out-did herself this time. I don't understand how I come in all this. You made me lose my job for a foolish reason. You could have easily looked through my documents and you'd see that I wasn't Alliyah, but no, you had to put the icing on the cake."

"I understand you must be angry, but I had no other choice. You sister disappeared, she didn't come back for the baby."

"You mean she abandoned him or her?" I knew Alliyah was a real bitch, but I didn't know that she would have sunk to that level, abandoning a child? Her new lifestyle really did change her.

"It's a him and yes she did. Now my aim was to try and search for your sister instead I end up finding you." I found that weird because my sister was the one with more status than me, she was famous for all the gigs that she did, it would have been easier to find her than me.

"I see. Well, unfortunately, I have no idea where my sister is, not a clue. I haven't seen her in years." I'd prefer it stayed that way too.

"Do you have any idea where she might me?"

"Didn't you just hear what I said? No, I haven't seen or spoken to her in over three years. I have no interest in where the hell she might. She could be in hell for all I care." I meant every word I said. She had torn my heart in pieces.

"I see you have an intense dislike for your sister."

I laugh, "Trust me, you will too when you meet her."

"Well until we find her we still need someone to take care of the baby." Was he trying to tell me to take the baby? That wasn't happening.

"Mr. Carter, I have no space for a baby in this apartment. I can barely even make it on my own with the money I have...I can't." before I could continue with my excuses the man in front of me spoke up.

"I'm not giving you the child."

I sigh with relief. I don't want the child.

"But it would be good to have someone taking care of him until we find his mother."

"What about your father?"

"No, my mother wouldn't allow it."

"Oh, so your mother is still with your cheating father, interesting." I always wondered how some woman stay with a man after he cheated.

I could have never stayed with Dwayne after he cheated me on me. It would have driven me to insanity knowing what he did.

I could never continue to love a man after he cheated.

"Let's not talk about my family. I need you to take care of him." he didn't want to touch on the subject so I knew there was something he was hiding from me.

"Didn't you just hear me? I have no space, no..." he cuts me off again. It seemed to be a bad habit for his, to cut off people when they're talking.

"You wouldn't be staying here, you'd come live with me."

"What? Are you crazy? I can't live with you. I don't even know you, I don't even know this child." My day was just getting weirder and weirder by the second. This handsome stranger was asking me to live with him and like the idiot I was, I said no.

"He's your nephew."

"And he's your brother, why don't you take care of him?"

"Ms. Bisson, I have a billion-dollar business to run, I have no time for a child." So that's what Mr. Ryan meant. The man was filthy rich.

I shake my head still not quite understanding all this, "I don't even know how to take care of a child. I can't take care of a child."

"You can learn."

I shake my head. "You want me to learn how to take care of my sister's child, the same sister who ruined my life. Hell no!"

Her child, her responsibility.

"I'm not doing it." I shake my head. "I'm not doing it." Taking care of this child would go against everything I stand for. Alliyah destroyed me, destroyed me so bad that I couldn't get back on my feet.

"News flash Ms. Bisson. I can make your life hell, if you don't comply. Haven't I shown you how bad I can make it earlier today? Or do you need more proof? Perhaps I should call some of my friends at the employment agency?" I look at him in utter disbelieve.

The things people can do when they have money.

It amazes me how corrupt this world is.

"Are you threatening me? Mr. Carter it looks as if you're blind. Look around, my life is already hell. It can't get worse than this." I assured him. I had a job I hated, a rent that was too expensive and a family I don't talk to.

"Trust me, Ms. Bisson it can get worse and by worse I mean, you can end up on the streets. Now I didn't come here to argue. It's either you come with me or you lose everything, and I mean, everything." I flinched at his words. Handsome but cruel, that's exactly what he was. Forcing me to do something that I didn't want to do. Taking my life away from me if I didn't agree.

Bastard.

The tears were threatening to come but I will not cry in front this man.

I will not.

I'm stronger than this.

I am.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a bit hoarse.

"Okay, I'll do it. It's not like you give me any choice."

"Everyone has a choice, Ms. Bisson."

"Really, is there really a choice? Because the other option is suicide."

"Call it whatever you want."

"I don't understand why you would want me, you said it yourself. You're a billionaire. You could have hired anyone you want yet you choose the person who doesn't want this job."

"I don't believe a child should be taken care of by a nanny. A child needs family, someone to love and to care for it."

"Love and care," I laugh while I said the words. "I told you, I hate my sister. Why do you think I'd feel anything less for her child?"

Why indeed?

"It's a baby and everybody loves babies."

I shake my head, "Apparently not my sister or else I wouldn't be here."

Ignoring my statement, he spoke. "The baby's name is Henrique."

I was a bit shocked at the child's name. My sister might have had some emotions after all.

"She names him after our father."

Henrique Messi wasn't our biological father, but he had been the best father anyone could ever ask for. He had taught us to do everything. From learning to ride a bicycle to cooking. He had also taught how to live our life to please not yourself but others, but I guess my sister had missed that lecture because everything she did was for herself.

I bet she left the baby in that office to continue her life as a model.

"You'll have to stay packing, the sooner you're done, the sooner we leave."

"Where do you live?"

"I live in Los Angeles, so we'll have to take a plane. Do you have a passport?"

"Yes, I do," I answered. "But you live so far from here. I can't bring so many things on a plane."

"Then don't."

"But these are all my things and I want them." I need them.

"I'll have the others transported down there."

"How?"

He looked at me annoyed. "I'm a billionaire, remember? It's possible."

"Why would you even transfer my things down there if it's only until you find my sister?"

"Woman! Make up your mind with what you want to do but for now, you only need the necessities. Anything else can wait."

"Gush, I'll just take two suitcases then. I think that's the most I can have."

"Carry as much as you want, it's a private jet no please hurry up. I have my work to get back to. The sooner we get to California, the sooner my life continues. Searching for you or your sister said has taken up a lot of my time."

I didn't know what to say so I stood up from the sofa and walked to my room. When I closed the door behind me, I rested my head on the wall.

Was this really the best decision to make?

.......................

"Ms. Bisson it's time to wake up, the jet has landed."

I groan, ignoring the voice.

"Ms. Bisson, the jet landed thirty minutes ago, Mr. Carter has been waiting for you in his car." The words speaker registered in my brain. I wasn't at work, I wasn't home. I was on a jet and I had fallen asleep.

I opened my eyes, but I could barely see anything good because the glasses weren't fixed properly on my face. I took off the glasses and rub my eyes. After I finished I looked up at the air hostess, she wasn't happy at all.

I mumbled a sorry and took of the seat beat then stand from the comfortable chair, but because of my muscles were stiff, I crumbled back down.

"Are you okay, Ms. Bisson?"

"Yea, I am. Just give me a second." I stretched out my right foot then lift. Holding on to the chair above me, I stand up without any problems. I quickly walk to the exit, knowing that Mr. Carter is not going to be too pleased.

I walked down the step of the private jet. This was different for me. I've always flown commercial and we'd always have to walk through the connected pathway straight to the airport. But this was different. We were at an airport by the look of the place but there were only small plans and jets there. I guess this airport was a private one for domestic flights.

A black Mercedes was waiting at the side of the jet. The windows were down so I could see the light brown eyes staring back at me. I quickly walked to the passenger side and entered.

"I'm sorry, I was really exhausted after all that packing." Ignoring me, he pressed the startup button and the car came to live. He pressed the radio button and music started to shoot through the speakers.

I was looking for the seatbelt when I felt something wet on my ears. I turned around to see my Golden Retriever.

"Hey, buddy. You scared me. You okay?"

Grey used his tongue and licked me on my face. I laughed, "Okay boy, you need to behave. Mama has to but on her seatbelt." I turned my attention to my side, I picked up the seatbelt locking it securely.

When Mr. Carter noticed this, he started to drive.

Grey wasn't a big fan of moving cars, so he moved away from me and sat quietly in the back.

I stared out the tinted windows of the Mercedes because I had nothing else to do and it is, after all, my first time in Los Angeles.

We passed a sign which said, 'Welcome to Bel-Air'. As we continued to drive I admire my surrounding. The place was beautiful, everything we passed had rich written all over it. As we drove further into the city, the house just got bigger and bigger. I could help admire it all.

This was a lot of everybody's dream, to live in a nice big beautiful house but not everybody can afford to live in such a high pricing community.

Mr. Carter turn the car onto a road but there was no more house in sight, just tall trees. We drove in the secluded area for a few more minutes until I started to see a beautiful mansion. It was cream coloured and huge.

As we drove closer I saw the mansion for what it was. Beautiful high arched gable windows, with balconies at what it seemed like, was each room.

When we reached the gates, they opened automatically. As we drove in the I could see the mansion better. A cream marble fountain was sitting on the yarn. The yarn had strong rich grass and the flower arrangements were amazing.

It was elegant, a home meant for family.

Was Mr. Carter married?

I shift my attention to his left hand which was on the steering wheel. There was no ring on it, but you can never be too sure. Married men these days didn't wear a ring much.

Mr. Carter stopped the car and turned off the engine. Without turning to me, he opened his door and exit the car. I followed him by opening my door as well, after which I opened the back door to let out Grey.

I pat him on his head. "Come boy."

I walked over to where Mr. Carter was standing, which seemed like a door. When I was behind him he pressed the doorbell. I became curious, wasn't this is house?

The door opened and a lady in black and white uniform was visible. Her blond hair was fading to grey, she looked pleasant as she smiled at Mr. Carter. "Good afternoon, Mr. Carter. Welcome home." She turned and when she saw me the smile was no longer there, it was replaced with a scowl.

With a reaction like that, I knew she disliked me, which meant he told her about my sister.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Bisson."

Trying to lighten the mood of the older-woman, I offered a light smile. "Hi."

Ignoring my Salutations, she said, "My name is Cynthia Wilson, but you'll address me as Ms. Wilson." She opened the door fully, so we could enter. When we entered Mr. Carter walked away leaving me with his housekeeper.

"Follow me, I'll bring you to where you'll be staying." As she walked away I noticed that I didn't have my things with me.

"Wait! Ms. Wilson, my things are still in the car."

"Mr. Bennett will bring them to you shortly." She said and continued walking ahead of me.

With Grey at my side, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful décor of the house. A well-polished wooden floor with a white rug in the centre between the stairways which was at each side of the room. A Classic candle-style chandelier was hanging from the ceiling.

Ms. Wilson went to the walked staircase and started walking up it. I tucked on my dog to follow me, it seems like I wasn't the only one who realizes the beauty of this place.

Maybe, just maybe it won't be so bad after all.