My Unwanted Billionaire

After dinner, I spend the whole night in the living room watching TV. I might be exhausted and sleepy, but I don’t want to go to bed. I didn’t think things through when I said yes to spend the weekend with Jason. I know he will not force me to have sex with him, but he might want to make out with me. It’s not like I have never made out before. I have, but I am just worried Jason will not like what he sees when he sees my body. He has been with a lot of women, so he must have definitely seen a lot of beautiful female bodies over the years. I don’t think he is going to like my body when he sees it. I plan to stay in the living room till he goes to bed. I know I can’t run away from him forever. I just plan to until I feel confident to show my body in front of him.

Jason already tried asking me to bed, but I told him I wanted to finish the show I was watching before I joined him. This would be the first time we would be spending the night together. I am not ready yet. I really did not think things through before I said yes to spending the weekend with him.

I open my eyes when I feel the sun on my face. Oh my God, I must have fallen asleep in the living room. I quickly sit up to walk to the bedroom, but I realize I am already in bed. Jason must have carried me to bed.

“Good morning,” I say to Jason as he walks into the bedroom. He looks dressed and ready to go somewhere.

“It’s far from morning, sweetheart. How was your sleep?” He says, walking over to his closet

“It was good. What is the time?” I check the bedside table for my phone, but it’s not here. It must be downstairs in the living room.

“It’s noon.”

“I slept through the morning,” I say, shocked.

“You shouldn’t be surprised you did. You were up pretty late last night,” He says, walking out of the closet while putting on his wristwatch.

“Yes, I was, and where are you going?”

“I am having lunch with my grandmother. I didn’t want to wake you up to ask you to come along with me since you slept late, but you are up now. Would you like to come with me?”

“Your grandmother Mrs. Sullivan” The witch who hates me, I don’t add.

“Yes,”

“I don’t think it will be a good idea for me to join you.”

“Why”

“Hmmm….” God, please give me something to tell him. As I am cracking my brain for a lie, Jason keeps looking at me, waiting to hear the reason why I don’t think it’s a good idea. “She might not like me as your girlfriend.” This is the best I could come up with under pressure right now

“Why won’t she. You are beautiful, smart, and most importantly, you make her grandson happy,” Jason says, smiling as he talks about me. This man makes my heart go crazy for him when he says such amazing things about me.

“Thank you for the compliment, but just because you see me like this does not mean everyone does. I am still your secretary, and that would make people misjudge my intentions of being with you” I have never been happier to be his secretary the way I am today. I can’t imagine having lunch with that evil woman he calls his grandmother.

“My grandmother is not that shallow, and I can prove it to you. Come with me to lunch” If only he knew she was far from shallow. The woman called me a peasant the first day we met. I was not even his girlfriend by then. I wonder what she will say today if I go with Jason for his lunch with her. I am about to speak, but Jason stops me before I can

“Please, it would mean the world to me if you come,” He says, pleading with his eyes. As I look at those beautiful eyes of his pleading with me. I find it hard to say no to the handsome man in front of me.

“Alright, fine, I will come with you” I know I am going to regret going, but that’s the thing you do for the ones close to you. You do things they want even if you don’t want to.

“Thank you. Grandmother is going to be thrilled to see you again,” Jason says, smiling. If only he knew she was not the first time.

I quickly shower and dress up so we won’t be late for lunch with Jason’s grandmother. I would have taken forever since I don’t like the woman, but I like Jason too much to make him late because of me.

We walk into a nice restaurant in Beverly Hills. Jason’s beach house is in Malibu.

“Grandmother,” Jason says once we reach her table.

“How are you doing, dear?” She says, standing up from her seat and pulls him in for a hug.

“I am doing fine, grandma. How are you doing?” Jason says, hugging her back

“I am doing fine, my dear. Sit,” She says, pointing to the chair beside her.

“That’s wonderful to hear, and do you remember Eleanor. I came with her to your birthday party,” Jason says, pulling the chair out beside his for me to sit. I take my seat, and so does he

“I remember her.”

Of course, she remembers me. She does not want me with you. People like her would never forget people like me.

“That’s good because she is my girlfriend now,” Jason says, and Mrs. Sullivan almost chokes on her own saliva. She shouldn’t be so shocked. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later. She saw what I didn’t see happening between Jason and I before it happened.

“Hmm, interesting,” She says with a fake smile.

“Hello Mrs. Sullivan”

“Hello dear”

“How are you doing? I am assuming you are good.”

“I was fine a minute ago before I was told some terrible news.”

“Oh, sorry, what happened?”

“I was just told my grandson is fraternizing with peasants now.”

“Excuse me,” I say, highly offended by her words

“Grandmother!” Jason says, shockedThis is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you need me to repeat myself?” Mrs. Sullivan asks,

“No, I don’t” I will hold the words I want to say to you back because you are Jason’s grandmother. If I say the things in my head right now, I think Jason would break up with me because of it

“Why did you say that, grandma?” Jason asks

“Because it’s the truth.”

“How is that the truth? El……..” I cut Jason when I place my hand above his. I shake my head, telling him to stop. This is not the first time she has called me a peasant, so I know it’s useless fighting her about it.

“You were saying, dear?” Mrs. Sullivan ask

“Nothing,” Jason says, with his eyes locked on me. He is already apologizing to me with his eyes.

Halfway through lunch, Mrs. Sullivan starts firing me with questions about my life.

“Where are you from?”

“I was born in Chicago.”

“When and why did you move to California?”

“I moved here when I was six because my parents died”

“What did your parents do for a living?”

“My dad was a truck driver, and my mom did not work.”

“I am not surprised, and who raised you after your parents died?”

“My uncle”

“What does this uncle of yours do for a living?”

“He is a chef.”

“Hmm, works for people too. Where did you go for college?”

“I went to Yale.”

“Hmm, impressive. At least he didn’t get a dumb one like last time.”

“Excuse me”

“I don’t think what I said should have offended you, dear.”

“It did”

“Too bad,” She says and continues eating her food.

I don’t know why I came here. I should have known it would go like this. This woman is the most annoying snobbish human being I have ever met. I felt like ripping her head out of her body every time she made a comment after I answered her questions. I don’t even know why I responded to her questions. I hope she shows her hatred towards me through words and does not ruin things between Jason and me.

After the worse lunch in my life, Jason and I drive back to his beach house. The whole ride back, I don’t say anything because I am still pissed off with the way his grandmother insulted me. I am not angry at Jason because he tried to fight her the first time she called me a peasant. I am just mad that I have to put up with her because I want to be with him. He seems to adore his grandmother, which makes things worse because he would like us to be close. I just hope he never asks me to go out with her to try and fix things. That would be the worst plan ever because she would just insult me the whole time, and I will try my best to be respectful until I can’t anymore. That would not be good because the two most important women to Jason would hate each other more than they already do by the time I am done giving her a piece of my mind.