“Wow, you wouldn’t want to make that mistake in the middle of the night,” she laughed.
“I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous about cooking for you,” I said as I shook my head. “Over here is where I sleep every night and dream of you.” I almost died on the spot when I opened the door and realized it was the bathroom.
“Good to know.” She nodded her head. “Let me guess, this room is your bedroom,” she said as she opened the last door.
“Yes, yes, that’s the one.” I walked in with her and sat down on the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. “Do you know why four-poster beds exist?”
“Because they’re beautiful and add character to a room?”
“No. In the middle ages, they had thatch roofs, and they leaked and bugs got in. The four posts and canopies kept the bugs and dirt from getting on the bedding.”
“I see,” she said as she looked around the room at the pictures that hung on the walls.
I couldn’t believe I just tried to make a conversation with her about dirty beds and bugs. All I wanted to do was get back to the kitchen, feed her, and then take her out. I wasn’t in my element in this apartment.
“The one thing I find interesting is that nothing in this apartment seems personal,” she said. “You told me blue was your favorite color, but you don’t have anything blue. You have all sorts of pictures on the wall, but no pictures of your family.”
As I tried to think of a quick explanation, the smoke detector started going off in the kitchen. We ran out there, and I started scrambling through cupboards looking for a fire extinguisher while our dinner burned to a crisp.
She walked over and turned the burners off. “Where’s your fire extinguisher?”
“I don’t know.” I kept rummaging through the cupboards.
“Do you have any baking soda? That will work too.”
“I don’t know,” I growled. “I’m sorry, I just need to put out the fire for now.”
“Okay, hand me a lid.”
I looked at her like I didn’t have a clue because I didn’t. She started going through cupboards herself, and found a lid to smother the flames. I watched in amazement as the fire died out.
“We need to talk,” I said as I led her over to the couch and sat down beside her. I could tell by the look on her face she thought I was going to break up with her.
The end of Billionaire Seeks an Heir Book 1: Unplanned Fairy Tale
To Be Continued in Book 2 – Unraveled Lives
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CHAPTER ONE
~Jason~
“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” I said as I took her hand in mine.
“Okay, Jason. What is it?” She bit her lip and looked down at the carpet.
“I don’t really live here.” I stared her in the eyes, waiting for her reaction.
“No kidding,” she laughed. “Look, you don’t need to feel embarrassed about where you live with me. I really care about you. Whose apartment is this anyway?”
“Oh, it’s my apartment.”
“I thought you said you didn’t live here?”
“I don’t. It’s a long story Jerrica, but I’m not embarrassed about where I live. The truth is, I live in a big house, a very big house. I know I should have told you before, but I earn more in a week than most people earn in a year, or even two years. The trouble is that when you have that much money, it’s hard to find someone who loves you for you and not what you can get them. When you told me you wanted to see my place, I freaked out a bit so I had my secretary rent and furnish this apartment for me.”
“I see,” she said as she got up and started walking toward the door.
“Wait, why are you leaving?” I got up and grabbed her by the elbow.
“What does that say about me, Jason? We’ve been dating for weeks now. You didn’t want me to see your house because you didn’t want me to know you had money. Why, because you were afraid I might want something from you? Guess what, sweetheart, I don’t want a damn thing.”
She tried to break my grip, but I wouldn’t let her. “It’s not like that, Jerrica. I have to be careful, really careful.”
“You lied to me. Early on before you get to know someone I can see it. But after all the time we’ve spent together, no way. I thought I knew you, I mean really knew you. Tonight I found out that I don’t know you at all. Now, if you’d get out of my way, I’d like to go home.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said as I reached for her other arm to pull her closer. “I didn’t mean to lie to you, and maybe I did carry on the charade for a bit too long. The truth is that I only did it because I really care about you. I was afraid if you knew, something bad would happen and this would end, and I couldn’t stand for that to happen.”
“Would you please let go of me?” She was trying to pull away from me.
“No,” I said as I pulled her even closer. “I even fake cooked dinner for you dammit. Now kiss me woman.”
She burst into laughter. “How do you fake cook dinner?”
There was that beautiful smile that I loved. “I ordered takeout and put it in a pan.”
“And yet, you still managed to burn it. I think you deserve a reward or something.”
“I think so too,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her soft lips. I finally let go of her arms so I could wrap mine around her. When I knew it was safe, I let go of her for a second. “Would you like to see my real house now?” I asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I’m kind of hungry and some jerk just burned my dinner. I think I’m going to go see if some chump will take me to Burger King.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said as I pulled her close again. “I’ll get Loretta to cook us something when we get there.”
“Loretta?”
“She’s my maid.”
“Of course she is,” she said as she grabbed her purse.
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