Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (best ereader for epub TXT) 📕

“I…I guess I am in the wrong room.” I didn’t know why I stutter but turning around I was even more uncomfortable and only let the breath out getting out of the room.

I found David walking out of the lift and was quick to ask.

“Who is he?”

“Who?” He asked back,

“There is someone in the room. Isn’t it exclusive for Mr. Lucca?” I asked to which he shrugged his shoulder.

“Maybe staff? You want me to look?” He asked but I was quick to shake my head in no but for some unknown reason have my legs a little shaky. I wanted to get out of here.

“Where is Mr. De Lucca?” I asked getting into the lift.

“You are fine?” He asked making me take notice of my breathless self.

“Yea,…I…I am fine,” I replied back.

“Let me take you to Mr. De Lucca…he is back home.” I gulped before following David but look at the door wondering how strange this encounter was.

I walked to a range rover following David but didn’t proceed when he opened the back door for me.

“David, I think we don’t need this formality…” I smiled,

Am I being too obvious? I wondered but avoid looking in his direction until I settled beside him in the passenger seat.

I notice a little boyish smile on his face and was quick to look away. I recalled my friends’ comments before telling myself. Don’t Julie…Don’t…proceed with anything you can’t afford.

I looked at him and he caught my eyes and I hurriedly added, “This car is cool,”

“I call her a princess.” I offered him a small smile while he started driving.

“Are you engaged?” He asked making me look at my ring I had fixed on my ring finger.

“No, it’s a…a purity ring.” I got my cheeks heated and looked out of the window. “…I know it’s… it's childish.”

“It’s not.” I heard him say and turn to look at him.

He wasn’t wrong. I too never see a purity ring a less of a deal.

 “I know you are not free at weekends but…” I looked at him and hated why I took my lips in my mouth.

“What?” I asked when he trailed off.

“…I wanted to invite you for the dinner…not any big deal. You don’t need to get ready. Just a quick sandwich?”

Wow, wasn’t this person ideal? He was aware of my workload. My heart sank recalling my friend’s conversation I was not supposed to listen to.

“I think…I will tell you,” I said something I used to tell to refuse boys in my school.           

What the hell was that Julie? He was asking nicely. You just messed it up. What if you really end up alone! Just say something to make it up. Say anything you, idiot.

“I am not interested in any relationship right now,” I had to facepalm myself before I turn to look away while the car resonated with his laughs.

“Good, me too….we can start by knowing each other.” He said making me look at him and I knew my face was red. He was the same as my age and looked boyish. I don’t know why I still liked men with a boyish look. It was like compensation to all of my teen years when my father used to warn me not to hang out with the boys. And, to be honest, at that time I was proud of it…totally forgetting how awkward I was becoming whenever it comes to talk to the opposite gender. But David was sure different. He could make me at ease. He had a father to take care of and has his student loans. And, I guess a friendship won’t hurt.

“Ok,” I whispered and was relieved looking at the mansion appearing in the sight.

I knew if Mr. Lucca was back at the mansion his condition wasn’t that bad. And, sometimes I wonder what exactly was wrong with him. He didn’t look like usual 80 years old, didn’t have any serious conditions except for his grim face as if he has loads of responsibilities on his shoulders but I never watched him doing anything else than looking at the lawn or playing the piano that was very rare. I have heard that his heart is weak but he doesn’t heave like Rachael. As his caretaker, I helped to make his medicinal tea for him whenever he likes or serve food and his medicines or accompany him all the time that requires standing for a very long period of time.

I walked to his study that was an open space on the second floor but as I neared the place I was delighted listening to the music he was playing on his piano. And, that makes me wonder if he was even in an emergency an hour ago or not. But I knew I can’t complain. He was paying a lot for a caretaker.

But what if Rachael is right? My mind asked but I shook away the thought.

I stood listening to him playing. He was indeed the best composer this earth will ever have but I don’t know why he wanted to keep this world from his art. It could have earned him a lot more money.

“I guess you have met him,” He stopped playing his piano all of a sudden telling me he has caught my act of enjoying his music.

“Who?” I asked really not knowing what he meant.

“Winston told me that you wanted some loan,” His question took me by surprise and I bit my lip in utter confusion. I don’t know why Mr. Lucca was asking me this question directly. In my four months of service, I have seen all of the other employees getting advance or loan without having to face Mr. Lucca. It was something Winston used to deal with.

“Yes, Mr. Lucca.” I tried to keep my reply short.

“Why do you want this money?” He asked having his face focused on the piano.

“I…I want my mother to have the surgery…and…my father got into accident three months before his death…I have some hospital bills, and business loans to clear…” I tried to think of something else too.

“…and my sisters…I would like to keep their school going,”

“Your mother means…your stepmother?” He asked making me nod but then I have to say, “yes,” considering he wasn’t looking at me.

“I couldn’t approve your loan, Miss Cole.” His calm voice told me before he turned to look at me. His grey eyes made me recall someone but I don’t know who?