The Billionaire's Desire

Chapter Three

I stood at the front door trying to gather my scattered thoughts before punching into the doorbell. I was about ringing the second time when the door flew open.

Wet hair, wrapped in a robe, barefooted with a phone hooked between his left shoulder and left ear; my husband answered the door ushering me inside with a wave of his hand. He had a frown on his brow as he talked frantically on the phone to probably one of his business partners.

Last night, I discovered I was married to a billionaire, according to 'Forbes', He is the richest man and has been for the last two decades. It read Sebastian Carter, a 27-year-old billionaire playboy known for his cunning antics both in the business world and women built his success of his dad's wealth and affluence. 

Sebastian was no ordinary man, the women he had dated were a collection of beauty and grace each from an influential and renowned family like his. I wondered if he knew who I really am.

"Hey Darling, what are you doing here standing like a stranger?" Nana greeted me with a broad smile and open arms.

I crumbled into the big hug inhaling rich scents of nutmeg and cinnamon.

"Good morning Mrs Sarah" I attempted a smile.

"No, I prefer Nana, child, Sarah make me feel too young which I am not. How long have you been here?" She asked dragging me towards the kitchen.

"Not too long, Sebastian opened the door for me".

"Coffee or tea"? Nana asked me.

Even at old age, she was an incredibly beautiful woman. Her grey hair was perfectly styled into '50's curl'. Her eyes were grey like her hair too and constantly filled with warmth and laughter. She had a beautiful dentition that opened up like a blooming flower when she smiles. 

"Coffee, please".

"It's a good thing that Sebastian has not had his breakfast, so I'll set a table for two". she handed me the cup of coffee and went back to what she was cooking at the stove.

"Where did you meet?" She was stirring at something on the stove and spared me a glance over her shoulders.

I hadn't thought of that, 'We' precisely. 

I took a sip from my coffee cup, trying to think of something to say, I wondered if she had asked him the same question.

"Sorry darling, if I am asking questions but when he told me he met you at a club, I was kinda shocked because you don't look like a club kind of person". She was leaning against the kitchen island with a wooden spoon in her hand.

"Nana, you're not allowed to interrogate my wife" Sebastian walked into the kitchen and kissed her hair in a half hug. 

"I was not interrogating her, just asking few questions to know her better" Nana defended herself.

The robe had been replaced with a knee-length jean and a Burberry T-shirt. His feet were still bare-footed. 

"Good morning" He nodded in my direction. 

"Nana, I'd like to have breakfast at the pool area, the weather looks fine". He started walking out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Nana asked him hands on her waist.

"I am going to the pool area".

"Go with your wife then or you'd rather eat breakfast alone?".

"Is she hungry?" Sebastian teased.

"Sebastian Christian Carter, do not allow me to bring out the whip or you'd be sorry for the rest of this week" Nana threatened him.

"If you keep this up, you're gonna be a bad influence to my wife". 

***

The backyard was the biggest I have ever seen. We were seated at an eating area overlooking the pool while his eyes and fingers were glued to his phone. We needed to talk.

"Why did you choose me?" Okay, that wasn't what I wanted to say first.

His hands stopped their movement as he looked at me in surprise.

"hmmm..." I cleared my throat "I mean, why did you marry me?".

"I have nothing to my name, no rich dad or mum and I know I am not your type of woman".

"What is my type of woman?" his voice was low I had to strain my ears to hear him.

"Well, from what I've read about you, you like them, blonde, beautiful, tall and rich, and there's no way I fit any of that description".

"First of all, you have to stop reading everything you see about me on the tabloids, 95% lies and just 5% truth, these bloggers would sell anything for money".

"Speaking of that, why didn't you tell me who you are?." It sounded like a stupid question.

He looked at me like I had two heads.

"Seriously? You don't really know me or you're trying to make a joke".

"I mean it, I only knew yesterday and I really don't think this would work because when this gets out..." I wanted to say that people would laugh at me and my life and career would be ruined forever.

"What exactly are you bothered about, Mrs Carter?". His eyes were staring at me intently.

"N-nothing..." I stammered "I mean, people would laugh at you for picking me as your wife. I have nothing Sebastian, no big family titles, no career and I have less than ten..." I stopped, I didn't want pity.

"10 what?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Listen to me Amy, from the first day I saw you in that club, I was drawn to you and...". 

"Wait!" I interrupted "What club?".

"Ace 59, I was there with a couple of friends in the VIP, you were putting on a pair of denim jeans and a jacket rolled up to your elbow, and you know the rest". He relaxed into his chair sipping his wine.

"It means Nana hadn't lied," I said more to myself.

"I am the richest man in America or maybe the whole world, I really don't lie about nothing".

"And to tell you the truth I am a bit offended that you know nothing about me" He continued without taking his eyes off me.

"Austin tells me you're a model..." He started after 5 minutes of silence.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Your face doesn't look familiar, what runaways have you been on or what have you been featured in?". He asked again.

I snorted in laughter.

"You think if I was a big shot in the modelling world that I would be sharing your backyard with you?". Another peal of laughter followed.

"I am a nobody in the modelling world, it's a dog eat dog out there and since I basically don't have bigger teeth or longer legs, I got kicked out. The closest I've ever been on a real runaway is a local designer who wanted a Blowjob before giving me a gig".

He had a soft expression on his face by the time I finished ranting.

"Well, do you still want to be a model?" He asked me pouring another glass of wine.

"That's the only thing I am passionate about. When I was much younger did a few teen modelling gigs." I explained.

He simply nodded and went back to his phone. My head is reeling with a lot of unasked questions.

"You know Sebastian, I barely know you. And we ought to work out some answers we need to give to people when they ask us, like when we met, where etcetera".

He nodded without taking his eyes off his phone.

"So what do you have in mind?" his eyes still on his phone.

"I don't know, you're the rich guy" I tried hiding the irritation in my voice, why do I have to assume the responsibility of taking care of these issues, he married me.

"Like I said... " He sat straighter in the chair "We would let everyone know after the church wedding so there's plenty of time to work out those tiny details and maybe to school you a little. You're a bit rough at the edges".

I had a ready retort but the breakfast tray came in and I forgot everything else.