My Unwanted Billionaire

I walk inside my office building with a smile on my face. These days I come to work with a smile on my face. It’s been a week or two since Tracy’s incident. Things have been great between Jason and me. His grandmother is laying low these days. She has not tried anything new to split us up. I know Jason does not believe it’s her, but I do. I can’t prove it that’s why I am not forcing Jason to agree to it. One day I will be able to prove it.

I step out of the elevator and walk to my desk. I drop my purse on the table and walk to Jason’s office to hand him his coffee. I don’t make coffee for him at the office anymore. I get him coffee from the café close by. The one I mentioned makes one of the best coffees I have had. I knock on his office door and wait for him to say come in.

“Good morning Eleanor,” Vivienne says, walking past me.

“Morni….” I don’t get to finish speaking before she enters her office.

As much as that should seem normal coming from Vivienne, it didn’t because of the way she looked and sounded. She sounded down, and even if she walked into her office fast, I was able to get a little glimpse of her face. She seems to have bags under her eyes. Is something wrong with her?

Vivienne tried to beg me to talk to Uncle Jack to take her back, but the first time she tried was her last. There is no reason I would ever do that. I can be courteous and greet you when I see you, but it does not mean I would allow you to date, someone I know. I hope everything is fine with her, though. She might not be on my most favorite person list, but I don’t wish to see her the way she looks now.

“Eleanor,” Jason says, opening his office door. I must have been standing here for a while for him to come and open the door.

“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. Here is your coffee,” I say, walking into his office.

“Thank you,” He says and takes a sip of his coffee. “What were you thinking about,” He says, walking to his desk

“Nothing serious”

“Do you mind telling me?” He asks, taking his seat behind his desk while I take mine opposite him.

“I don’t mind telling you. I just think you won’t be interested in what I was thinking about.”

“Try me”

“I was thinking about Vivienne and my uncle.”

“What about them?” I did not tell Jason about them since the time I found out they were dating was not the best time to tell him.

“They dated”

“Wow, I didn’t see that coming.”

“I know neither did I?”

“I am sorry. I am probably sure if I never slept with her, it won’t make you feel uncomfortable that they are dating.”

“As I said dated, they are not dating anymore.”

“Oh”

“Why do I feel like your ‘oh’ is not just a simple ‘oh'”

“How did my ‘oh’ sound.”

“I don’t know; I just feel you are holding back from saying something.”

“Really”

“Yes”

“There is nothing I wish to say,” He says, avoiding eye contact with me

“You can’t even look me in the eyes anymore. Please tell me what you are thinking about.”

“I think it’s best I hold the thought to myself.”

“Tell me, please.”

“Fine, I will tell you. I was just surprised that the fact we slept together bothered you so much you asked your Uncle not to date her”

“That’s not why I asked him not to date her. Actually, I didn’t even have to.”

“I am a little confused, Eleanor.”

“You might not know this, but Vivienne was never nice to me until a few weeks ago. She made the first few months working here hell. There is no way I would allow someone as evil as her to be my Uncle’s girlfriend.”

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“It’s fine; it’s all in the past.”

“It’s good you have forgiven her.”

“You could say that,” I say, playing with my nails as a thought roams my head.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How can you always tell that I am thinking deeply about something?”

“It’s written all over your face when something is on your mind.”

“Oh, I was just thinking about if the breakup with Uncle Jack is the reason she looked the way she did this morning.”

“How did she look?”

“Sad, heartbroken, hasn’t gotten any sleep lately, has been crying a lot.” Vivienne has not looked great in the past weeks. I always overlooked it, but while talking to Jason, I remembered today was not the first time she looked the way she did today.

“After saying all that, do you need me to tell you she is heartbroken because of the breakup?”

“Is that even possible? Do you really think Vivienne’s feelings for my Uncle are real?”

“I don’t see why they shouldn’t be.”

“They started dating a few weeks after she tried to kill me. I know it sounds petty, but I can’t help and wonder if she dated my Uncle to get to me. She knows I love him greatly and if she hurts him by breaking his heart. She hurts me too.”

“You have a point, but you said she looked heartbroken. If she did it just to get to you. I don’t think it would affect her this much”

“That’s what I am thinking, too, but I can’t trust Vivienne.”

“You don’t have to; you are not the one dating her. Have you asked your Uncle if he thinks her feelings are real for him?”

“What does it matter if he believes they are or not? They can’t be together.”

“Eleanor, just because you started off on the wrong foot with someone does not mean they are not worth forgiving. Look at me, for example. If you held your grudge against me, we would never be together right now.”

“You make a good point.”

“I do; you should think about if her feelings are genuine and how your uncle is doing without her”

“You are right; I will talk to him about her. I might not like Vivienne, but I don’t like what the breakup is doing to her”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Now we can get to work.”

Later in the day, Jason and I go out for lunch. While eating, Jason speaks up.

“Sweetheart,” Jason says to get my attention as it’s fixed on my phone. I am replying to some work emails while I eat. I had a little unplanned nap during work today, so I am a little behind schedule.

“Yes,” I say, with my attention still on my phone.

“You know you don’t have to work so hard. I am your boyfriend and your boss. I won’t reprimand you if you are a little behind schedule.”

“You are wrong, actually because I am your girlfriend, I have to work harder. I don’t want to get too comfortable and become a bad employee.”

“I don’t mind; you can even quit if you like. What am I saying? You should quit. If you ever want a chance at pursuing your dream, you have to quit your job as my PA.”

“I love my job. My dream to be a fashion designer died years ago.”

“Really, you like your job.”

“Yes, I do. I know it might not be the job I would have picked if I had the chance to pick, but I have come to like it.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. It makes me happy you like your job even though I prefer you don’t work for me, but I am happy you like it.”

“I do, and do you know the greatest part about being your PA.”

“No”

“I don’t get in trouble with my boss even when I do things wrong or fall behind schedule on things he asked me to do because my boss is my boyfriend,” I say, smiling.

“You are one lucky lady, aren’t you,” Jason says, smiling

“Yes, I am,” I say, moving closer so I can kiss him.

I stretch my legs and arms in my chair after I finish shutting down my laptop. It’s time to go home. I remove my flats shoes and put on my heels. I don’t wear heels to sit down and work. I will just be torturing myself if I do that.

“God! I need a vacation,” I say as I flex my arms muscles. They feel so stiff.

“Where would you like to go?” Jason says from behind me.

“Hmmm, where would I like to go for vacation? There are so many places I would love to visit,” I say, carrying my handbag from the table.

“Which place is the number one on your list?”

“I think The Maldives is a place I always wanted to visit and also Italy. What am I saying, Bora Bora? Bora Bora is a place I would die to be right now?”

“Then it’s settled. We leave for Bora Bora next week.”

“What,” I say, wide-eyed. I am not sure I heard him well

“You picked where you want to go, so we will fly there next week.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, surprised. I thought he was just asking to know the places I like, not because he wants to take me there.

“Yes, I am.”

“Wow, just like that,” I say, finding the way he just agreed to take me to Bora Bora unbelievable.

“Yes”

As we step into the elevator, I find myself more surprised with what just happened to even feel excited to be going to Bora Bora next week. Wait, I can’t believe I am going to Bora Bora next week. This is so unbelievable.

“Thank you,” I say, pecking Jason’s cheeks. I just realized I didn’t even thank him for saying he would take me there.

“Anything for you, Eleanor,” He says, smiling, lacing our fingers together as we walk out of the elevator.