The Billionaire's Sudden Lover

CHAPTER 1: KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR.

The night was bustling as always in the city that never sleeps, New York, even though it wasn't a weekend yet. Most folks waited for the weekend to arrive before they sought to have a good time, but not Trevor Munroe.

The billionaire playboy was out with his buddies at an exclusive club which they had a membership, as it only catered to the elites who were after the best of the best. Sure enough, Trevor and his buddies had had a great time at the club.

"Hey uh, I'd better call it a night." Trevor declared, after he took a look at his Jacob & Co. Bugatti Chiron watch, which matched his Bugatti Chiron parked outside the club.

"Come on man. We're only getting started," Lincoln, one of his two friends with him at the club said, making a sad face.

"Yeah right!" Trevor snorted. "Unlike you, some of us have responsibilities, and I need to be up early." Trevor gulped down his bourbon as he stood up.

"Mmm. Good for you Trevor. I don't think am cut out for such responsibilities. That's why my dad worked his ass off, so that I don't have to move a muscle, but get to live the good life."

Trevor scoffed shaking his head in amazement at how immature his friend, Scott, sounded. "Whatever dude. Break no laws tonight," Trevor said as he walked out of the club, leaving his friends in the company of five girls, in their usual exclusive lounge at the club.

Outside the club, Trevor was handed the keys to Bugatti by the valet attendant. "Thanks Bobby." Trevor appreciated the valet attendant, also giving him a hundred dollar tip, like he always did.

"This is much appreciated sir. Thank you," Bobby said, expressing his gratitude, which was accompanied with a generous smile.

Trevor remotely opened his car and was about to go in, when someone bumped into him carelessly.

"What the hell! Watch where you're going," Trevor said a bit furious as he adjusted himself.

The impact was unexpected, so he staggered a bit but gained balance since he was fit. Taking a look at who it was, he saw that it was a lady, a blonde lady.

"I- I'm so sorry," The lady stuttered. Trevor noticed how jittery and hysterical she seemed. She turned around as though looking for someone.

"Please, you have to help me. Some men are chasing me. My life is in danger. Please, help me!" The strange lady grabbed a hold of Trevor's black leather jacket, pleading.

"If your life is in danger, then call the cops," Trevor said and he yanked off her hands from his jacket, irked that she may have stained his jacket with whatever filth she carried.

"Please, help me. They'll kill me!" The lady pleaded somewhat tearfully.

"Look lady, call the cops. I don't have time for whatever bull shit you're trying to reel me into." Trevor pushed her away as he got into his car, shutting the door at her.

Devastated at Trevor's refusal to help, the lady took to her heels. Trevor watched her as she left through his windshield. He knew better than to fall for things that had a scandalous tone underneath.

'Was she for real though? Is she in danger?' Trevor took a moment to reminisce on what just happened, as his heart troubled him.

After his last and only scandal seven years ago, Trevor was one to never give room for such a reoccurrence, especially when it came to dealing with strangers. But this time, it seemed different. He felt in his gut that the strange lady was sincere.

Trevor nodded in disagreement, shrugging off what he felt in his gut. He turned on his car and drove off. Four blocks away from the club, Trevor sighted the lady, along with something he didn't see initially, so he slowed down.

He saw two men walking fast in the direction of the lady. This pricked his attention. He parked his car and observed.

The lady took a turn to an alley. Trevor watched to see where the men would follow. Sure enough, the men followed the same path. Seeing this, Trevor was sure that she was actually in danger.

He quickly dialed 911 as he got out of his car. Before the respondent could begin talking, Trevor went ahead to speak. "I'd like to report a possible murder attempt at East 42nd Street Fifth Avenue, of a female with possibly two male assailants. Hurry up please!"

"Could you please say what you saying slower?" The respondent requested.

"There may be a murder at East 42nd street Fifth Avenue. Hurry!" Trevor said said, calmly, as though counting words, then hastily ended the call.

Trevor rushed to the alley but he didn't find anyone. He stood bewildered at how he couldn't find any trace of them. He noticed a dumpster near the far end of the alley, and approached it cautiously. Drawing close to the dumpster, he could hear muffled voices.

He knew for sure that they were hidden behind the dumpster, and the lady's mouth probably gagged. His heart raced as he made his approach, not knowing what may befall him.

One of the assailant rushed out with his gun pointing forward, but Trevor skillfully disarmed him. The other assailant was about taking a shot at Trevor when Trevor noticed it, and used his disarmed assailant as a human shield.

Trevor dragged the man forward advancing towards the other man, and pushed the body towards the other assailant.

Moving away from his partner's body, Trevor found the opportunity to grab his hand from underneath his armpit and flip him over, causing him to land on the cold hard floor.

Trevor successfully apprehended the assailant with his hands tied behind him. But the other who was shot, Trevor didn't mind securing him, as he was already in a critical condition.

Trevor disassembled the gun, throwing it meters away from the assailants on the floor.

Trevor turned to check on the scared lady. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked with such empathy. The lady simply fell in his arms as she sobbed profusely.

Trevor hugged her, and comforted her. "It's okay. You're safe now. No one's going to hurt you."

CHAPTER 2: IMPRESSIONS.

The cops arrived the scene quickly with their sirens blaring. Along with the call that Trevor made, they had received reports of multiple gun fire. Hence, their speedy response.

As always, the press were there taking photos at the crime scene, especially that of Trevor. They knew this was a big scoop since it involved the billionaire playboy. They wondered what he had done this time.

As Trevor and the yet to be known lady recounted the night's event to the cops, giving them their statement, another vehicle pulled over at the scene. An individual way too familiar with Trevor stepped out of the car and walked over to where they stood. He was dressed in a navy blue suit.

"Why do I always find you wherever trouble is, Trevor Munroe?" the man asked, trying to establish his dominance as he adjusted his bulky physique in his suit.

"I highly doubt they pay you enough to keep following me around detective Gordon. Or do they?" Trevor replied back, not intimidated by the bulky man. Detective Gordon chuckled, concealing his vexation at Trevor's statement. But Trevor could see it in his eyes.

"So what happened here?" detective Gordon asked Trevor.

"You can read, can't you? Why don't you read the statement?" Trevor said impolitely, as he walked away with the lady whom he rescued to his Bugatti.

Detective Gordon watched them walk away, really pissed at Trevor. "Urgh! Sometimes I wish I could just punch him in that pretty face of his," detective Gordon said with gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

He went ahead to get the statement from the officer and went through it. "Get me a copy of this when we get to the station." Detective Gordon instructed the officer as he went on to take a look around the crime scene, which had been sealed off with the usual yellow tape.

Trevor drove off with the lady he rescued. She was calm as he drove, and not as jittery as she was earlier. Trevor reasoned within him what he'd have to do with her. He sure wasn't willing to harbor a total stranger in his penthouse.

"So uh, do you have any relatives or family you can call?" Trevor asked. The lady shook her head left to right, indicating she had no one.

"Okay. How about friends? Am sure you have friends that you could call, right?" She gave the same response.

"You mean you have no one at all that you can call?" Trevor questioned with a perplexed look in his face, briefly looking at her, and keeping his eyes on the road. As before, she gave the same response.

Trevor scoffed exasperatedly, chuckling. "I didn't sign up to babysit a grown ass girl this night." Trevor didn't know when he muttered his frustration to her hearing. He quickly realized she heard him, as she had turned to look at him. But he didn't apologize.

"Just drop me off anywhere you want. I can take care of myself." The lady said coldly.

"With pleasure." Trevor agreed, infuriated at how ungrateful she had turned all of a sudden, after the risk he had taken to save her life.

"By the way, why were those men chasing after you? What did they want with you?" Trevor asked, but she kept mute. Trevor nodded, "Alright then," pursing his lips. He was fed up and wasn't going to take any more disregard from her.

Looking out his window, he found the closest place for him to park his car. He parked and the lady stepped out without saying a word to Trevor. Not even a "Thank you".

Trevor sat in his car, leaning his head on the head rest of his seat in, awestruck. He shrugged off the matter and drove off, turning on a hip hop song to preoccupy his mind.

Trevor drove five minutes away from whence the lady he saved got off. Unlike Trevor, his heart smote him for leaving the lady behind, helpless as it seemed.

"God damnit!" Trevor turned his car around to go find her. Sure enough, he found her at the same spot he left her, standing. 'Did she really not have where to go?' Trevor soliloquized.

He parked his car and got out to meet her. "Look, was I pissed at how ungrateful you were? Hell yeah. I mean, I risked my life to save you and I didn't even get a 'Thank you'." The lady glared wickedly at Trevor, as he tried to justify his action.

"Look, the point is, if you have nowhere to go, you can stay at my place, and we'll figure out what to do." Trevor offered. The lady remained mute for some seconds, then walked casually to Trevor's car and got in.

Trevor chuckled in disbelief, not just at the lady, but at himself. "How do I still feel obligated to this person?" he muttered inaudibly, looking away from the lady. He got into his car and drove to his penthouse.

Arriving the high rise apartment building, Trevor was greeted by the security personnel at the entrance of the complex. Trevor politely responded.

The security was used to seeing Trevor with different girls, sophisticated looking girls from time to time, but not the kind he saw Trevor with this night. All he could do was wonder, minding his business.

Trevor and the lady took the elevator to his floor, and they got to his penthouse. There were only two penthouses on that building and he owned one. The other was owned by some movie producer he hardly interacted with.

Using his finger print, he unlocked the door to the penthouse. "Welcome to my humble abode." Trevor ushered in his new guest. The lights in the penthouse turned on automatically, noticing his presence. The penthouse was a fully equipped smart home.

Trevor's guest was totally amazed at the house as she looked round, observing every single detail of the penthouse. She did her best to look unimpressed, but Trevor knew better.

"Let me show you to your room," Trevor said leading her upstairs to a room he had never used.

"You'll find everything you need. Help yourself to a warm shower, and I'll order something for you to eat while you shower." Trevor turned to leave.

"I'm Lilly." The lady spoke out, causing Trevor to halt.

"I beg your pardon?" Trevor turned around, raising his right eyebrow.

"I'm Lilly. Am sorry for being the way I was earlier." That was all she said.

Trevor cracked up a smile and replied, "I'm Trevor," walking out.

"I guess we're off to a good start." Trevor shrugged and walked to his room. His phone began ringing.

"Oh great!" Trevor sighed. It was his father calling.

CHAPTER 3: RESPONSIBILITIES.

"What are you doing on the news?" Lazlo Munroe, Trevor's dad, asked immediately he answered the phone.

"Good evening to you too dad! I've never been better," Trevor replied sarcastically, already expecting such an approach from his father.

"Good evening, son. So why are on the news? You also play hero nowadays too huh?" Lazlo asked his son.

"Not every hero wears a cape," Trevor replied. Lazlo grunted over the phone. "Come over to the house tomorrow when you're done for the day at the office." Lazlo instructed.

"Okay..." Trevor's voice trailed off. He didn't like the sound of that. "What for?" Trevor enquired, wondering, with a concerned look on his face.

"Just come over." Lazlo responded, ending the call. Trevor was used to his father ending calls on him that way, but this time, he wondered what his dad needed him for at the mansion.

Not dwelling much on the matter, Trevor went ahead to place the order to a fast food delivery outlet he usually patronized. In twenty minutes, they delivered what he ordered, promptly as always.

Receiving it, he went to the guest room and knocked on the door. Lilly opened the door cautiously. It didn't bother him that she acted that way. She was in the house of a total stranger.

"Your food is at the counter. Help yourself to it." Trevor said to Lilly, and turned away walking to his room upstairs to freshen up. Lilly exited the room, heading to the counter.

Finding the food where Trevor said it was, Lilly devoured it voraciously. She hadn't eaten all day and was hoping to have dinner with her uncle and his wife before the unfortunate incident happened.

She was done eating and washed the dishes. Using her wits, she was able to have the dishes placed appropriately where they ought to be in the kitchen.

Thirty minutes later, Trevor returned to the living room in a white bathrobe, having freshened up. He didn't find Lilly in the living room. He also saw that she had cleared out the plates and washed them.

He raised his eyebrows pursing his lips, chuckling softly in amazement. That was the first time any lady who ever came to his place did that. He got his favorite night time snack, switched off the lights, and was off to his room, retiring for the night.

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Lilly woke up the next morning, refreshed, although she cried herself to sleep. Her emotional and physical exhaustion caused her to sleep deeply, and when she woke up, it was already some few minutes to 9 am.

Washing her face in the bathroom, she stepped out of her room. She didn't find any sign of Trevor being around. She headed to the counter, and found a note.

The note read, "Off to work. Didn't want to wake you up. Just in case you want to leave, you'll find some cash on the center table in the living room. But make sure you eat before leave. Trevor."

Lilly turned around and walked to the living room. She found an envelope on the center table. Opening it, she found it contained five thousand dollars. Her eyes widened in surprise. She wasn't expecting such a generous gesture from Trevor.

Just then, she heard the electric doorbell ring. It caused her heart to skip. She wondered who it was. If it were Trevor, he'd have walked right in. This got her scared.

The doorbell rang once again, so she decided to go towards the door.Through the little smart screen she saw the live footage of the person at the door. It was a food delivery guy.

"What do you want?" Lilly asked, cautiously skeptical about opening the door, taking all precautions not to fall a victim to the folks that may want her dead.

"Good morning. Mr Trevor asked me to deliver this to you." The delivery guy replied.

"You can drop it at the door and leave." Lilly instructed. "Are you sure it'll be okay if I do that ma'am?" The delivery guy asked, furrowing his brow.

"I said drop it and leave!" Lilly said sternly. "Yes ma'am." He answered responded, dropping the package, and walking away.

Lilly waited a while before she opened the door slowly, peeping through to see if anyone was there. She found no one. She quickly got the package and shut the door behind her.

Trevor had made arrangements for her breakfast knowing she would wake up hungry. She found his gestures heart warming. Unlike what the media purported about him, she saw a different side to him which was contrary to the public's belief.

Lilly heartily ate the sumptuous delicacy that was delivered to her, pondering what to do, now that she had such an amount of money at her disposal.

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"Crap!" Trevor exclaimed. Engrossed with work, Trevor didn't realize how time how flown as always. He hurriedly began arranging his table, when he got a notification of someone requesting entry into his office.

Pressing a button on the control panel beside him, his door unlocked, and his secretary walked in. "Sir, I just got a call from Mr Seth's secretary, requesting that you schedule another meeting with his boss."

Trevor chuckled shaking his head. "Has Mr Seth agreed to our terms?" Trevor asked.

"Um, no sir." His secretary replied. "Then it'll be a fruitless circle of disagreements. We can't provide cyber security tech to someone who isn't ready to play ball the right way. The government has got their eyes on us like a hawk."

"Alright sir. Do you need anything else, sir?" His secretary asked, as Trevor stood up to leave.

"Not at all. Am done for the day. You can head home when you're done with whatever else you need to do." Trevor said walking out of his office with her.

Trevor got to his private parking lot and drove off in his bullet proof Range Rover, heading to his father's house.

Trevor arrived the house and was warmly welcomed by the stewards of the house. He warmly exchanged pleasantries with them.

"I see the love is still there for your family." Melissa, Trevor's mom spoke from behind him. Hearing her voice alone gladdened his heart. "Hey mommy," Trevor said as he hugged her with a big smile.

"Hey baby." Melissa held her son tight, before they both released each other. "You look lovely as always." Trevor commended.

"Mmm. How was work today?" Melissa asked. "The usual." Trevor said as they both sat down. As they conversed a bit, Lazlo arrived.

"Hey dad." Trevor greeted. "Son, glad you could make it." Lazlo responded as he sat down on another couch.

"You sent for me. What's up?" Trevor asked.

"Straight to the point huh? I like that." Lazlo nodded with a smirk.

"So, when are you getting married?" Lazlo asked looking straight at his son.

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The doorbell rang at Trevor's penthouse. Lilly wondered who it was this time, and went to check. She saw a lady at the door. She wasn't alarmed seeing it was the kind of lady that would definitely come to see Trevor. So, she opened the door.

Seeing Lilly the lady frowned, looking at her wickedly. "Can I help you?" Lilly asked.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?" The lady questioned, obviously seething with rage at Lilly.