Ch. 7

JACKSON'S POV

I couldn't go back to the office. I thought about going to the hospital, but I remembered that my doctor has not come back yet and there's no one I can trust there to ask the questions clouding my mind.

So I drove home sadly, knowing that I have done it again! Yes, I have scared another woman away like I did before. 

Which woman in her right senses would accept to be fûcked by a sex freak who can hurt her in the process and only work on satisfying himself and not giving her pleasure.

I'm such a dîck! Monica, my ex-wife is right, I am a beast and I belong in the woods with wild animals. She had made it clear to me that no woman would agree to have a relationship with me and it's a prophecy that is coming to pass.

After parking my Royce Phantom inside the carport between my blue lamborghini and Bugatti Veyron, I thought about how perfect I had dreamt my life to be which this sickness has deprived me.

Stepping down from my car, I shoved my hands into my slacks, I shook my head at how unfortunate my life is right now. What did I do wrong? Was I too ambitious?

I worked hard to get where I am today. I am an infamous billionaire, though well known around here in Texas because I grew up here. 

I do my best to hide myself, be an invisible competitor against business rivals and though I am never the egocentric type, I had to be mean, hostile and rude to everyone, including my own family.

I have an expensive and beautiful mansion, white exterior, pink interior, according to my wife's taste and black roof, my residency that doesn't feel like a home to me from the start. I had thought that I would be able to make it the home I dreamt of, but I failed woefully and she left.

What does a billionaire have that I don't have? Absolutely nothing! Then why can't my money treat my so-called sickness and save me this psychic trauma?!

I sighed weakly, "what went wrong? How can one wake up one day and face a tragic illness which has no decent cure like a virus? What am I supposed to do now!?!" 

I lifted my head up slowly to look at the stainless white painted mansion fenced by long flowery trees other than the iron bands built around it for security purposes. The house stands alone, far from other residential areas or commercial buildings. 

The plan was to settle here with my family and live a happy life. This is not what I bargained for and I don't know what my sudden obsession with Vera is all about.

As I walked into my parlor, I saw Tim crouched down beside one of the sofas playing with his different toys. What sort of father am I to this adorable child?

I must be the worst father on Earth! Tim must be so disappointed in me as his father, what if he hears about what I did today? What if he finds out that I am addicted to another woman?

He saw me when he threw up his paper airplane and it landed on my black shoe. He smiled, showing his perfect set of white teeth, his dimples reminded me of his mother. 

I haven't been fair to her. Wasn't it my fault that she left? Why don't I think much about her ever since then while I can't get my mind off a lady I met yesterday?!

Tim ran over to me and hugged my long legs, his head barely touching my waist. 

"Welcome, dad! Nanny Pamela came over and picked me up from school, she played with me too!" 

I squatted down to his height and kissed his forehead. "I see that you had a lot of fun today. On the other hand, dad had a stressful day and wants to go inside, shower, eat and sleep!" 

"Too bad! Don't worry, I learnt how to massage the shoulders and joints. Can I help you massage your body to ease your pain?" He asked, acting up like a big boy.

I smile proudly at him. "Tim, no matter what happens, remember that dad loves you and wants you to live a happy life. And so, don't bother yourself about me, I'm fine. A little rest will be all I'd need" 

He smiles as well and hugs me again. When his soft little hands uncurled from the collar of my shirt, I eased him away and excused myself.

He happily went back to playing with his toys. I watched him for a few seconds before I ran up the stairs to my room. It felt more like I was running away from my responsibility.

Showering, eating and sleeping I said? Gosh, that didn't help at all! I tumbled around in bed till midnight and couldn't get to sleep.

I had to go into Tim's room and spent time there watching him snoring softly as he slept. When I became exhausted from sitting like a statue, I stood up and walked around until I found myself beside the big swimming pool in the middle of my compound.

I thought of her even when I had no reason to, whether I wanted to think about her or not, the thought of her always fills my head.

"What would she be doing now?" I thought out loud. I pondered about that and decided what she was doing was none of my business. 

But I can't stop my mind from hoping that she might be thinking about what happened between them and reconsider my offer of the contract. I fantasized about how the next nine days would be if she eventually accepts.

"...just for today, you can get some other girl to sign the contract with you for the rest of nine days." Her strict warning haunted my ears.

"At least, you are calm now. Shouldn't you be more grateful to the young lady than expecting more?" I shunned my inner body as I yearned for her closeness again.