The Billionaire's Wife is A Single Mom

Amidst the long day that is full of work, I still have the chance to look at the beautiful sun that is setting down slowly. There is so much work to do and I can't go home. I guess I have to spend another night in this room full of papers and another night to be stressed.

 

I stretched out my hands. I took off the reading glass I am wearing to relax my eyes a bit. I heard a light knock on the door. I put my reading glass back on. A few seconds later the door opened. I focus my sight on the paper. I firmly hold it in my left hand while my right hand automatically gets a hold of the pen near to it.

 

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lauren. The meeting is about to start, sir. They are all waiting for you," Jared reported.

 

The meeting slipped out of my mind. I almost forgot that I still have to deal with my grandfather who wants nothing but to make me marry a woman who has a son already. I don't know what's gotten into him for giving me a marriage full of fucking trash.

 

“They? Shouldn’t that be him only?”

 

I saw him nodded at me. “I am sorry, sir. Let me rephrase that. Your grandfather is waiting for you to come. He is with his men,” he told me. Nothing’s difference though. I just nodded at him even though my mind is telling me not to come.

 

"Tell him I am coming."

 

He left after I told him that. I was left alone again and I don't know how to make my grandfather change his mind. I don't want to marry anyone and I don't fucking want to marry whoever woman he wants me to marry. I would rather spend my life working my ass off than enter into a marriage that is a fucking trash.

 

I tightened my tie. It has been loosened up because of the stressed hour earlier. The stress hour didn't even end up yet. I closed my eyes and nod at myself. I need to be calm suddenly an idea came to my mind but I don't know if it will work. Who would believe it, right?

 

But maybe my grandfather would stop giving me off to every woman he met if I would tell him that I fucking impregnated someone? That should be easy if only my actions were believable but no, that would be too abrupt. He won't believe it. I rarely go out for a night out. He knows that I have stopped long ago.

 

I looked at the papers piling up. I have done enough papers earlier. I think I will relax after this fucking meeting with grandfather. I know this won't turn out well and I need to loosen up and calm myself. Maybe, I can tell Jared to come with me to a bar, right? I will tie a knot sooner then maybe it is my time to enjoy my freedom.

 

When I went out of my office, I can see others stiffened and quickly put their sights on the computer. "Who told you all to work with shoes off?" I asked them with a stern strong voice. The piece of paper didn't even slip my sight when I looked at the woman bowing her head down. They quickly put back their shoes on and started typing.

 

I ran my eyes to the place and found that it was so messed up. What did they do? After hours of not going out of my office and this happened? I would be greeted by fucking messy hallway? How can they stay looking so fresh but neglect to clean their own space?

 

I pull my tie down and slowly twist the joints of my hands. I walked straight ignoring their doomed faces. I don't fucking care what they think of me. Work is work. Everything should be in its place. Their attitude sometimes becomes unaligned with how they look.

 

"You are wasting my time," was a welcome sentence by my grandfather. In his almost eighty years of living in this world, he still acts like a child. He always gives me problems by giving me off to someone I fucking don't even know.

 

"I was busy with paper works," I reasoned out. A part of it was true but a part of it was a lie as well. He should know what made me late. He should know that I never agreed to any of his betrothal of me.

 

"That's what I have heard. Anyway, let's not make the conversation long. You already know why I came here. Should I repeat myself again?"

 

I can't count how many times I rejected all of his fucking insane ideas but here it goes again. "I don't want a woman who already has a son, grandfather. Find me a good one who can match with me in every aspect."

 

"Can you hear yourself, Kristoff? How many times did you tell me that? I keep hearing that kind of answer from you. Find me a good reason not to take everything you have in every aspect as well," he angrily said then stood up and left me dumbfounded.

 

Fucking hell? What does he mean by it?

 

I looked around the conference room. I picked up the piece of paper that has been lying down on the floor. I raised my brows when I saw a woman's name on it. Samantha? I looked at the paper again and look at her background.

 

"Mr. Lauren, you were looking for me?"

 

"Drive for me," I coldly replied. He didn't answer me and just nodded.

 

I picked up my coat from my swivel chair. I shake it off a bit before putting it on my arm. I saw Jared opening the door for me. "Aren't you going to change your clothes?" I asked him.

 

He looked at himself. He looked neat as always but I just want to ask if ever he wants to change so I will change as well. He shook his head and glance at me. "I am perfectly fine with my outfit, Mr. Lauren."

 

"Let's use your car. I don't want to let grandpa knows where we are going," I told him. He just nodded at me again.

 

"Welcome, gentlemen."

 

We were welcomed by a wink of a lady. I insisted Jared stop at a nearby restaurant so we can eat before drinking. I still care about my health. I don't want to drink with my stomach growling.

 

"A table for two," I heard Jared telling her.

 

The place looks nice. I rarely go to restaurants and bars. In fact, I rarely go out if it is not for business. Time for me is very important. Grandpa thought me to be vigilant with time.

 

I stopped looking at a place. A lady caught my eyes. She is slowly walking toward us. Holding the menu in her hand. Her hair looks clean tucking it in a bun. When she noticed me staring at her, she winked at me.

 

"Here is the menu, gentlemen. I am not included in the menu but you can dine me in," she whispered near my ear. I chuckled and nodded at her. She looks hot on her uniform. I guess she can be my friend.

 

Jared talked to her after but her focus was on me. I just chuckled while gradually taking a glance at her. When she left I heard Jared slowly shaking his head while smiling at me. "Don't tell me you want her?" he voices out.

 

"She wants me," I sternly disagree. It is not like I don’t want her but she is obviously flirting with me.

 

He chuckled and nodded.

 

"I guess she really does," Jared whispered when he saw the lady standing near his car. When Jared pressed the key to his car, the lady immediately looked at us. The side of her lips rose and she quickly ran at us, giving us her wide smile.

 

"Are you cold?" she asked pertaining me. She changed her clothes. She is wearing a tight dress. Her dress is showing off too much skin. Well, she looks fine, I must say.

 

Jared left me and went inside the car leaving me behind with the lady. The lady is still giving me her sweet seductive smile trying to bewitch me by it. "No, but I guess you are," I replied.

 

Her smile grows wider as she nods her head simultaneously at me. She went near me, and quickly cling her hands to my arm. "Let's go? I am cold and I think I need some heat. He is waiting already. Let’s not keep him waiting," she said.

 

I wasn't planning to bring her to us but then, I just let her. I guess I will have a wild night later. "I am going to have a drink. Are you in? Everything is on me," I asked her to make sure that she will know where I am going so she won't be disappointed if I won't bring her to heaven right now.

 

She winks and slowly bit her lower lip. "I would like that," she seductively whispered.

 

Might as well bring her. I don't mind her clinging to me. Let me have this night and other nights that will come to be my life of freedom before I get into that fucking arrange marriage.

 

Jared took a glance at me before we leave the place. Oh, come on. It is not like he rarely sees me like this. Just an old habit coming back to me. It awakened because of that marriage. If only I can find someone to stop my grandfather from fixing me to another woman.

 

I let out a heavy sigh. That fucking marriage crossed my mind again and what's fucking fuck the most is that the woman has a child already. Can't he just find me a woman who doesn't have a fucking kid? I don't want to take responsibility for someone's fucking child.

 

"Here we are..."

 

I look at outside and saw the people standing, smoking cigarettes and some even holding a bottle of alcohol in their hands. "Won't you open the door for me?" I heard the lady ask.

 

"I will open the door for you, ma'am."

 

She rolled her eyes at Jared and then changed her position to look at me. "Let's go?" she asked, smiling sweetly. My heart stopped beating when she took a kiss from me. "As much as I want to pleasure you, I still want you to enjoy the night, babe."