The Billionaire's Reckless Decision

Romance movies are starting to get so predictable to me.

It's not like I did not know this but I can never just get enough of it.

I cannot just believe they did not have a happily ever after. What kind of romance movie is this?

I have just finished watching the last episode of my favorite TV show and I cannot believe the ending ruined whatever I loved about the movie for me. How could they kill him off after they have recently just found each other? I can't imagine myself in her shoes right now.

"Did you just see the ending of "My Love is Cupid?" I ask as I call my best friend, Laura.

She was quiet for a while and then she sniffed loudly. Something is wrong. She is crying. I have the perfect guess about where this came from, but I should actually be sure before I take action.

We are both die-hard fans of romance, and I especially hope to find my one true love someday and disappear from the rest of the world. It would be the best thing to ever happen to me.

Make no mistake, I have a father who adores me and I am a golden child. I have just graduated from the university at the top of my class and now, I am preparing for my master's degree program.

My love for romance has turned me into a couch potato for movies and books, and I don't even care if no one gets it, but fortunately, Kim does, and my dad too, so I don't care about the rest of the world.

I heard my dad come in from the front door and I rushed to meet him.

"Could you believe Damon died at the end of the movie?"

"Which movie?"

"The one I have been watching." He rolled his eyes, obviously lost as I fought the urge to laugh. Obviously, he was lost, and I perfectly understood how he could be.

"You have been watching a lot of movies love. I cannot follow."

"Ouch!" I Feign hurt as I take his bag from him and head into the living room. I bounced after hum while still daydreaming about what happened, momentarily forgetting all about Laura.

"You sound tired."

"I am tired. Work has been pretty demanding and I am sure if I don't get a raise and a promotion, I might have to start worrying about going bankrupt in the next couple of years.

"You don't have to worry about that, Dad. I will get a job as soon as I finish studying and make lots of money." It was the only thing I could promise my father. He has given everything to take care of me, and this was the point where I wished Mum never got sick.

My Mum was the daughter of a very wealthy old money family, but as soon as she became sick an in a coma, they withheld all my inheritance because they did not like the idea of my dad being in control of it. I was onl to get the inheritance when I got married.Things begann to get worse because my Dad had relied too much on my M,um and it affected him.

"I know, my child but I need something that would happen soon. You know, my darling, ever since your mum left us, I have wanted to give you the best in life and even you can attest to the fact that I have done my best to give you that."

I have a feeling he had something on his mind but something tells me that I am not going to like it, whatever it is.

My dad is no doubt the best in the world and after all he has done for me, I cannot wish for a better dad. I was only four when Mum got sick. She was sick and she needed to get better. She blamed her dad for everything that happened to her. How she used to be a star before she got pregnant with me and how she got sick right after giving birth and then she could not deal with it and left eventually. It was mental sickness and I hated the fact that there was nothing even the doctors could do about it.

We did not know what kind of sickness she had exactly but she could not be persuaded to say despite that she was about to leave her only daughter alone with a father who knew close to nothing about taking care of a kid. Her family had insisted it was for the best. She was flo out of the country and since then, I haven't heard a word from her.

"What are you thinking about, Dad?"

"If you are worried about money, I will go hunting for a job tomorrow, it would help us make more."

"Oh, my sweet daughter! You are the best thing that has happened to me and I couldn't wish for a better daughter."

I sighed as he ruffled my hair.

"Some men will be coming here soon, let me know as soon as they get here."

He said as he headed to his room.

Just now, he seemed like there was something he wanted to say but he was delaying it for a reason.

I don't like him feeling down, especially for something he cannot help. I know about how he has wanted to be promoted toa muchh higher position at work for a whil,ow and no matter how close he got to it, it always ended up getting taken away fromhim. Itt seemed there was an openingagain,n and he would do anything this time around to get it.

I know my dad. He has put in so much work for the company for a long time and he expected that the position automatically belonged to him.

I sighed as I heard the doorbell ring and then I went to get it. It was an old man and a middle-aged men. The middle-aged man carried a briefcase and as soon as I opened the door, they handed the briefcase to me and left without a word.

I wondered why he asked me to get him if I could receive the message for hi,m but I called him downstairs nevertheles,s and as soon as he saw the briefcase in my hand, he immediately grabbed it from me in a very frightening manner which made me wonder what the content of the bag was.

"Dad, you are acting weird."

He ignored me as he looked at the briefcase with so much pride and smiled to himself.

"Yes, my daughter. We shall never have to worry about poverty again."

"What are you talking about? Just now, you were worried that you would..."

He suddenly grabbed me by my shoulders and made me sir.

"This briefcase contains money and everything I need to become the supervisor but there is a condition that comes with it."

"What do you mean? Why does that briefcase contain money and who is it for?"

"It is for u,s my dea; welll, technicall,y it is for m,e but there is something I need to tell you. I don't know exactly how to say thi,s but you know I love you with all my hear,t and there is nothing in n this world that I won't do for you. You know how much I have suffered to get you to where you are right now and it is only right that I ask you to do something so little for me."

"What are you talking about, Dad?"

"The Blooms have decided that my most desired position is mine if I can give your hand out in marriage to their son."

There is no way I am going to do that!

I wanted to laugh at the absurdity but it was even very unreasonable.

What was my dad thinking? He knew how I felt about love and how I would never be able to go along with this plan of his.

I am sure he must have known this all along, and he just pretended, or maybe he needed confirmation he would get the money before he broke the news to me.

Whatever it is, I cannot do it.

My heart ached for true love.

While my dad was busy planning my ties to his boss's son, I had been here being a hopeless romantic. What would happen to my prince charming now?

Tears dropped from my eyes as I stood there.

"It is not a death sentence, love. It would only be for a while. Like one year or two and then you can break up the marriage."

"And then what? What would happen to the fact that I have to live with a total stranger for that period?"

"Don't you want me to get this position? You know how long I have wanted it, don't you?"

"I know, Dad but you also know how much I want to marry for love."

"Some things can be Sacrificed for our happiness, don't you think?"

My heart broke at the thought of this, he was only thinking about himself.

"What about my happiness, dad?"

"Diana..."

I shook my head as I walked out of the room. I cried my heart out at the fact that I knew this was wrong yet I cannot blame him for wanting to pawn his daughter away for money and a position at work. But when did it get so bad?

I heard a soft knock on my door and before I could reply, Dad came in and sat beside me on the floor beside my bed.

I moved away a little as I sniffed and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"What do you want Dad?"

There was a long pause before he answered me.

"Remember it has always been you and I against the world. If there was any other choice I had, I would never have agreed to this but I just thought it was an opportunity to give you a better life. The kind of life that you desire."

"Have I ever complained to you That I am not content with whatever you give me? Dad, I have lived with you for over twenty years now, and not once have you not been able to put food on my table. You have sent me to the best schools and given me everything that you were capable of giving, and even when I did not have enough, I never complained to you, and now, you think I want to live a different life without you in it?"

He rolled his eyes.

"It is bound to happen someday."

"Someday, Dad, not now, not soon. I had no plan to leave you anytime soon."

"Why don't you want to get married to him?"

"I do not know him and I have always dreamed of meeting my man in a meet cute kind of way."

"What childish but we could arrange that."

"Where is the fun in that?"

"Michael is a very nice young man and I do not doubt that you'd be quite taken with him."

"And why is that, Dad? Because he had money?"

"That and many other things."

"You don't even know this man."

"You are the one who will marry him, you are the one who needs to get to know him. Please, do this for me. I promise you can come back home soon."

I sighed. If I refused, it would be as if I was insensitive to my dad's plight but then, what do I do?

"I will think about it."

"Fine but I want you to know that you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

I am quite sure he did not mean that and he only said that because he knew I wouldn't refuse him.

"You will be meeting Brendan in the evening for a date tomorrow. Wear something nice."

"Wait, I don't even get to have a say in that?"

"It will be fine, trust me." He said as he headed out of the room.

I sighed. I put a call through to Kim and she answered immediately.

"My life is over."

"Are you still hung up about what happened in the movie?"

"NO, I have a much bigger problem than that."

"What problem could be much bigger?"

"My dad...."

The network suddenly went bad, and I could no longer hear her. I hung up mad sighed. Perhaps it was a good thing that I would get to meet him first. At least I would know whom I am about to get married to and decide if I would be able to tolerate him. For all I knew, he was one ugly ogre, for his family to be looking all over for a wife for him.

I could not sleep all through the night. I kept turning and tippling until day broke and made sure to avoid my dad as soon as I went downstairs. He was the last person I wanted to see right now but as I walked past the kitchen, I saw a wrapped package on the table and moved close to see a note on top of the red box.

"Wear this to the date. Get him something nice as a gift from an expensive place like Lennings. I left you my card. Michael will send a black Limousine to pick you up in front of Lennings."

I rolled my eyes, what exactly is the fuss about? And what if I decided to pick up a gift somewhere else? I checked the package to see a short blue dress that reached my knee but was a little bit too exposed at the upper part. I am not sure I will wear this but then, now that I think of it. Maybe I could make him dislike me by looking like a prostitute so I decided to wear the gown.

I wonder who picked the gown for my dad. Is he seeing someone?

After getting him a designer watch at Lennings, I headed out of the store to see a black car waiting. I saw the chauffeur smile at me as he opened the door, and I hopped in, and then I fell asleep thinking of my meeting with Mr. Fancy.

My jaws dropped wide when the car halted to a stop and I got out in front of the most magnificent mansion I have ever seen. I was ushered into a room where some maids and then I was made to take a bath and dress in a light sleeping wear. I do not understand what I going on or know what to make of this.

A few minutes later, I suddenly began to see the maids leaving the room in a hurry and I wondered what was going on until I caught sight of the most exotic figure I have seen in my life. He was tall and lean and dressed in simple dark clothes. His gaze was gloomy, but the dim light in the room made it difficult to make out his face. His gaze seemed to be stationed on me alone.

"Pull off your clothes!"

What the actual fuck!

There was something about this voice that was soothing and made it difficult to resist him.

My common sense was screaming at me to be cautious but damn caution! This man was everything I have ever dreamed of and as I made my last step into delulu land, I knew I was doomed right from the start.

How did I even manage to think Brendan was an ugly ogre? I have thought of different kinds of things that could be wrong with him and I could not have imagined that he would be as dreamy as this. I cannot wait to tell Kim the whole story.

I watched him walk towards the couch and take a seat without making a move to get out of his clothes. My hands reached for the tiny arm of the gown I wore and pulled it down.

I stood there in nothing but a pair of pants and a bra. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I raised my hands to cover myself but he raised a hand to signal that I stopped. He suddenly got up and moved towards me. I could smell the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath, and I sighed as I wondered just how drunk he was, but it did not matter to me. He struck me as someone who knew what he was doing.

"Get on the bed."

I did as I was told. Maybe this was not the exact first meeting I had dreamed of with my prince charming but here we go.

He stood in front of me and let his right hand slide down my neck as I sighed impatiently. My mind went to the fact that a drunk person would not be in control of himself and he would go unconscious anytime from now and I wonder if he would do this all night.

My hands went to his shirt, and he raised an eyebrow at me without making any of me stop me soon; I had his shirt off and then went to his trousers. As soon as it was off, I heard him curse under his breath.

"Fuck!"

He spun me over, and in one swift move, he slid into me, and without waiting for anything, he began to thrust hard and fast. I could not help my moans and it seemed like the moans threw him into a frenzy as he went harder with reckless abandon. I tried to turn to face him but he made sure I couldn't.

He would like to have sex this way, or that was just what he wanted to do at that time, but why would it only be about what he wanted? I could not complain as I felt him come and we collapsed in the bed.

I climbed into the bed with him, and when I thought we were going to sleep, I felt him pull me closer to him, and then he began to fuck me from the rear again. This time, he went a little inhumanly faster, and I almost wanted to beg him to take it easy, but I was afraid he would stop everything entirely.

His hands roughly cupped my breasts as he continued to thrust harder and faster, and I could feel tears coming out of my eyes as I could not hold it anymore. I grabbed his hands; it was an attempt to make him stop, but he came at that time. His fingers began to play with my clitoris while the free hand massaged my breasts as he whispered some words to himself. I was too lost in the moment to wonder what he was saying but I'm sure it is not even important.

"It's crazy, right?"

I heard him grumble something that sounded like a what but it wasn't clear.

"I never thought you would have this kind of effect on me at all. I thought you would be a very ugly man and that I would have a good reason to not push on with this."

"Hmmm..."

"I don't want this night to end but I also cannot wait to see what you would be like during the day and also tell my dad and best friend about you. By the way, I got you a gift."

"You talk too much!"

I heard him say as he raised one part of my legs and thrust into me again. I must admit I might have been having the best night of my life, but are we doing this for the rest of the night, and why won't he have sex with me in any other way than from the rear?

"Do you think I am ugly?"

"I do not know."

That was vague. Let me try again, perhaps he just wasn't very good at expressing himself.

"This is what you want, right."

"Yes."

"So, I met your expectation?"

"All of them, except for the part where you just cannot stop talking."

"I'll stop talking then, I just have one...."

He shook violently as he came and let go of me. He rolled to the other side of the bed and when I looked back at him, he was fast asleep.

I sighed deeply and soon, I slept off and when I woke. In the morning, I could not find him in bed but he left a note and under it was an envelope.

"That is your pay for the night. The maids will get you your dress when you are ready to leave. Barry."

Who the hell is Barry and what is this about "a pay"? All of this is now very confusing as I heard my phone ring, it was my dad.

"You petulant child! How dare you stand Brendan up?"

"Stood who up? I have no idea what you are talking about! I have just spent the night with Brendan and will soon be on my way. Talk to you later Dad."

"No, you won't. I don't know the fool you spent the night with but it was not Brendan. Come home right away and explain yourself!"

Oh my God!

I checked the note again.

CAMERON? MICHAEL?

Who the hell did I just have the most steamy night with?