Becoming The Billionaire's Desire

Unexpected!!!

Gail’s POV

For a moment, I worried I had died and gone to heaven – but this wasn’t heaven, it was the Carter’s Villa.

Like every other therapist from a small town, without a connection to any big gun; I never expected life to turn around for me. I walked past the perfectly trimmed bushes and stared wide-mouth at one of the exquisite sculptors of a woman who was almost naked except for a piece of clothing that ran down her breast almost to her knees. She was holding a flower and was looking towards the sky, water sprouted from her other hand, which lay gently out in front of it as if waiting for someone to take them in return.

Everything around me smelt opulence and massive wealth. In my line of work, the closest I have worked with a big client was to fix the shoelace of a popular pop artist’s child so you can imagine when I received an email from the Carter’s Empire asking me for an audience with Sebastian Carter yesterday, I thought it was a mistake. My mind ran in cycles trying to remember what position my last client held in society because usually, it takes a recommendation from a celebrity before therapists like us are recognized in society.

So, at first, I had panicked that Mr Sebastian Carter wanted to take my office space but when I had arrived at the white office edifice that towered proudly and got ushered into Mr Carter’s office, the first contact I’ve ever had with a big personality since my college days after Justin Bieber had signed an autograph for me; I was so thrilled that I stood shocked for ten minutes gazing at Sebastian Christian Carter – The American women dream.

Even after his marriage to Amy Cheong a model whose beauty was deserving of someone like Sebastian, he still looked very much hotter and sexier than what the magazine portrays him.

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“Miss Connor?” his voice snapped me out of my momentary fantasy. We were nearly getting married in that fantasy.

“Good afternoon, Mr s*x…” I trailed off as my eyes widened in shock at the words that wanted to come out from my mouth.

“Good afternoon Mr Carter,” I corrected immediately trying to put on my professional face. Since I didn’t finish the first word, I didn’t think it was necessary to apologize anyways.

“Good afternoon, please sit,” He moved away from the big mahogany desk and came towards me motioning at the burgundy couch behind me. I walked stiffly to the couch and lowered myself to its welcoming softness.

“Coffee, tea, wine or something stronger?” he asked me cheerfully. I was confused, I mean this is the richest man in America. The richest billionaire according to Forbes but here he was asking me what I wanted to drink, doesn’t he have someone that caters for needs like this? I wondered, or maybe he wanted me to be his mistress. I blushed at the thought and lowered my gaze hoping he didn’t see it.

“Miss Connor?” he broke into my reverie again “You seem to be going on and off, do you communicate with spirits? Are you getting any positive vibrations?” the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.

“I-I am sorry sir,” I swallowed “My head was somewhere but now it is back,” I tried my Cheshire smile, hoping it came out well. Although I was out of practice the amused smile remained on his face, which means I was doing something well.

“So, what is it going to be?” his eyes flickered all over my body.  Seeing how fast his eyes moved, my heart lurched in hope as I cleared my throat – he definitely wants me to be his mistress.

“How about tea,” I grinned. He nodded his head and crossed the threshold of his office to get what I demanded. As soon as he was out of sight, I quickly reached for the top two buttons on my shirt and unbuttoned them, I didn’t know if I should let down my hair but on second thoughts, I decided against it, I didn’t want him to think that I was so desperate. Men like him love women who carry themselves, classy women. I crossed my leg, Victorian style and relaxed back on the couch.

“Would you like some cookies?” his voice rang from across the room.

Clearing my throat gently I turned and said “Yes please,” happy with myself at the way my voice sounded. So exotic!

A minute later, he returned to me with a small tray which he placed on the coffee table in front of me before settling beside me, sipping a glass of wine.

I reached for the cup of tea and took it daintily taking a sip after which I returned the teacup and took one cookie from the saucer biting into the delicious sweetness.

The taste was divine!

I fought the urge to reach for another cookie so soon.

“You should eat more cookies, I know you want to,” he chuckled “Nana makes the best cookies after my wife of course. You should eat something from Amy,” his countenance changed to sadness as he reached for his coffee cup and gulped the rest of the black liquid. Something was off but since I was so engrossed at eating the cookie, I decided to put it off for later.

Three minutes later, I was licking off the last crumbs of the cookie from my finger. Mr Carter had gone back to his table and was typing away on the desktop. I belched quietly and reached for my teacup, drinking the rest of the content in it.

“Are you done?” Mr Carter asked me.

“Yeah,” I nodded adjusting myself once more.

It took him almost another ten minutes before he rejoined me at the couch but by then, I was well-rested and ready to answer any question he will ask me.

“Your buttons came off?” his brows rose and fell as he stared at my non-existent cleavage.

I lowered my gaze in embarrassment as my lips rounded in an “oh”. Quickly, I reached for the buttons and buttoned them.

He shook his head from side to side as he stared at me in amusement.

“According to a survey last month, my wife Amy Cheong Carter is the most searched for woman by men, most desired, even when the entire world knows that she’s pregnant and she’s married to me. I am so crazy about my wife and no woman can ever entice me because I’ve found everything, I want from a woman and that woman is her - Amy Cheong Carter. So, Miss Connor, opening few more buttons will only make me ask security to have you thrown out of the building. I didn’t invite you here to ask you to be my paramour,”.

“But the drinks and the cookies…” I trailed off trying to wrap my head around the fact that he didn’t mean any of those sweet gestures.

“Oh, Miss Connor,” he chuckled “How long have you been so lonely? I am married to a kind-hearted woman who loves to do things herself. Let’s just say, it’s a habit I picked from her. Why should I call someone else to serve you when I can do those things myself?” he rolled his eyes.

All my hopes of ever becoming Mr Carter's mistress crashed in front of me but at least I was bold enough to dream it.

“Thank you for clearing that up, Mr Carter,” I smiled “so, why am I here?” I asked slipping into my professional tone.

He held my gaze for a while before looking away and muttering “I need your help,”.

What did he just say? Me? A Carter needs my help… it was so laughable.

“You need my help, Mr Carter?” I repeated it to be sure I heard wrong why trying to stifle the smile that wanted to break fort.

“Yes, Miss Connor. I need your help,” he stood up and jamming his hands inside his pockets as he walked to the French window and gazed outside making me only see his profile from where I was seating.

The realization that he wasn’t joking made me quiet as I listened to him. In my experience as a therapist, I’ve learned to let patients take their time in expressing themselves, that was exactly what Mr Carter was doing.

“We…” he trailed off. I could see his Adam’s apple bubbling rapidly, I knew what he was about to say meant so much to him.

“We lost the baby,” he finally wrangled out in a shaky tone. He turned back to the window, this time around, he placed his forehead on the glass while his shoulders were slumped.

I wanted to tell him a million sorry but I knew it would be better if I stayed mute.

“Yeah,” he straightened “So we lost the child – our child and things have grown stale. Amy is so heartbroken about it but can you blame her?” he chuckled sadly “No, you can’t but we’re supposed to get through this ourselves and not alone…” he stopped again and joined me at the couch.

“Amy is so adamant and have refused to speak to me or even let me console her and I am so worried because recently, she is acting so erratic and it’s enough for me to be worried. I am so worried,” he sighed.

“How old was the baby?” I asked quietly.

“It was seven months, almost Eight and it was formed completely except for few things but it was formed and we buried her at the family’s tomb.

“Okay, I can work on Mrs Carter but I need to know why you choose me. I mean, there are other very popular therapists but I am not even on the first page of a google search. So, why me?” I asked.

“Yeah, because I want some privacy. The news of the baby’s demise has not been told to the public and I decided to go for you because I am not interested in any therapist who’s looking for every opportunity to promote themselves. Secondly, you just got off college some years ago and have done a lot of training and all sorts; I wanted someone who’s more open-minded and not a cliché therapist. Besides, you’re young and I am sure, my wife will relate well with you. You’ll be paid handsomely and that is I’ll pay you your current wage thrice and other incentives. You get to live in the Villa, a car would be given to you which you can keep after she’s better and a host of other benefits if you agree,”.

“And if I don’t?”.

“Nothing, I already told you a little of what the problem is, and if anything should go wrong or it leaks then I will know for a surety that you bore tales, but please accept and anything you want will be done to you.

“I will do it,” I nodded my head in conviction “’ but I will only accept payments once Mrs Carter gets better,”.

“Good,” he nodded approvingly.

“When do I start?” I asked.

“Tomorrow, just come to the villa and meet Amy and then you will be asked to sign a non-disclosure form…”.

And like that…I was going to work for a Carter.

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Present-day….

I adjusted my clothes and reached for the doorbell.

Two minutes later, the door was flung open and instead of meeting with a middle-aged woman as MR Carter had said, I came face to face with my long-lost cousin…

ROISIN… Roisin Byrne…