All Chapters of The Billionaires Too (#2): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The café was almost empty with the exception of the group of teenage girls who were finishing up their homework on one of the booths.All the tables in the café were flipped and placed on top of one another, along with their chairs.It was their nightly routine and it kept Antonina rooted. She liked having a customer or two while she prepared to close up for the day. La Café closed at 8p.m. every day, but she stayed up until 10p.m. because she had no one to go to at home.La Café had become her shelter, and it took the loneliness away for a few hours of the day. Like a woman with issues, she went home late and left early in the morning. Her small business was her solitude, and it provided her with the family and friends she never had.Over the years, she had found daughters and sons among her regular customers, and brothers and sisters from some of the elderly customers and suppliers.She had had to start over when she arrived in

David Botha was known to never leave a stone unturned. He was what people called a perfectionist; everything had to be done correctly and perfectly without a single mistake.  One thing about him, he was not a family man. Yes, he was a good father to his children when he pleased, but not so good husband to his wife, Lolitta Leibrandt.   However, he was a good private investigator.  He worked for the rich. From CEOs to Mafias, from presidents to celebrities, and he never failed. He had decided to go back to England to investigate the ‘May Smith’ issue; even after MJ Billings had ‘confirmed’ that she had worked with her. At least that was what he told Logan when he left a few days ago. The truth was that he was here to find some dirt on MJ Billings.   “Hey, beautiful.” He greeted the familiar face that was seated at the bar. 

His body ached and his head was pounding as if demanding for a release. His eyes felt heavy and opening them was painful. Logan stirred up on the couch and groaned when a sharp pain ambushed his head.  His hand shop up at the excruciating pain and he reached for his head to pull at his hair like he normally did when he was frustrated, but his hand landed on a clear field. He frowned when he tried to grasp at his hair but only grasp into air. He fumbled his hand across his head, but there was nothing. His hand froze on his head and his eyes shot up in panic.  He sat up and glazed over the room in confusion. Where am I? He wondered. He was lying in what looked like a sitting room, two times smaller than his own bathroom. There was a three-piece brown couch set, a huge room divider standing against the wall with a TV, a DVD player; as well as various mugs, glasses, plates, jugs, and Tupperware containers filling the rest of the space.

Mrs Dos Santos." MJ said, her smile not faltering. Antonina groaned as she pulled away.  "I swear, if you didn't look this beautiful, I would smack the life out of you." Antonina threatened, a smile gracing her face. "Call me Antonina or Ants, child!" She scolded and led MJ to a table. "How are you?" She asked as they sat down.  MJ sighed and stared at her hands as she spoke. "Honestly, I don't know." She chuckled quietly, running her tongue over her lips. She was just confused. She was even thinking that maybe she didn't belong here or anywhere else. South Africa was her birth place, shouldn't she feel at home at least? Things were better when she used to be May Smith, she didn't feel left out then.  "And Logan?" Antonina asked, smirking.  MJ snorted, "That's why I'm here." A smile tugged at the corner of Antonina's lips as she stared at MJ knowingly.   

"Sash, I just got a call from Dumi; she says you resigned. Please tell me that she is lying or that at least you have a new job." Was the first thing that her older sister greeted her with, the moment she parked her car in the front yard.  Sasha sighed and walked past her sister, into the house. "Sasha-Lee, don't ignore me!"   Sasha rolled her eyes and threw her handbag and keys on the sofa before taking off her overcoat and boots; remaining in her jeans and polo neck sweater.  "Sasha!" The warning in her sister's voice made her pause in her actions.  She turned around to face her with an annoyed look on her face. "Demi, when you decided to quit your job at Parker's Enterprises, I did not interrogate you about the said job." She said and walked to the kitchen; her sister tailing her.  Demi stood against the doorway and crossed her arms, her usual ove