24 Hours With The Ruthless Billionaire.
I opened the door to the hotel room and on stepping inside ,I didn’t see Jason as expected.
I had gone out to contribute my own part of the capital that he had forwarded to me.
The man,his wife and I had agreed to lunch the business on the first Monday of the following month.
I wonder where he could be?
I fell on the bed tiredly. Doing business really takes a whole lot of hard work and commitment especially when one wants to succeed in it.
The door fling open and Jason came into view.
“How was it?”
“Went perfectly. We are lunching the business on the first monday of next month.”
“Wao! Can’t wait. Can’t wait to be among the first ten richest in America?” He said and smiled.
“Erm…Jason. We have spent almost a month at the hotel , didn’t you have a home?” I asked and his face dropped to my surprise.
Tears could be seen struggling to fall off his eyes.
“Jason!” I called softly and a drop of tear finally poured from the corner of his eye.
I walked to him pity-fully and looked deep into his eyes.
“What’s the matter?” I asked and he bite his lower pink lips softly as he looked away.
He sighed heavily and nodded like someone in deep thought.
“Speak to me ,Jason?” I asked and he finally let our eyes met.
“Mother! ” He said and I just watched ,anticipating for him to go further with his speech. ” Mother made life hell of a living for me at home.”
“Your mom? As old as you are ,are you still under mom?”
He grinned. “A wealthy family is very different from a poor family. It becomes extremely difficult when your parents are far richer than you are.”
I watched ,hoping he explains further.
“Mom and dad had promised their billionaire friend many years ago that I would marry his daughter.”
He sighed and went to sit.
‘I never liked ladies. She was never an exemption. ”
“Thought you only hate poor ladies?”
“I loathe all ladies in general ,either poor or rich.”
“Are you a gay?”
“No , Will like to be a Catholic father ” He said and I chuckled.
“Is this a joke?”
“I do not know why? That is just me.” He shouted frustratingly.
“I told mother I never liked her , I told my parents it will never work.” He added painfully.
“So ,your mom began to make life hell of a living for you in your own house because you refused their proposal?”
“Yes. Even though it’s my house, they have power over it and ….I had to leave the house when I couldn’t bare the consistent nagging of my mom and the lady again.” I said.
“Why don’t you build another house and live there?”
“Buying one is faster. I could have, but….they would still find out. ”
I breathed out.
“I kind of feel like I may live the rest of my life here.” He said with tears forming from his face.
“No ,you won’t. I would help.” I said and he came to look into my face.
We began to stare inside each other’s eye ball.