Billionaire's Best Mistake: Love After I Do

Chapter Four

I’m awoken by a screaming voice that makes me jump out of bed quickly, my heart racing. I grab my robe and slide my feet into my house slippers as I rush out of my room. I already know why there is a scream in my living room, and I have to hurry before something bad happens.

And just as I had predicted, Tobias is standing at the far end of the couch, more of hiding, while Ellis is standing at the other end with a baseball bat in her hands.

I knew that scream was coming from her.

“Who the hell are you?” She asks and I’m tempted to laugh at the look of horror in Tobias’ eyes.

And now that I’m seeing him in the daylight, I think saying he is good-looking would be an understatement. I can’t seem to tear my eyes off the epitome of male beauty that is him.

Ellis is a petite girl, compared to me, and as much as that is supposed to be a setback for her, she is one of the fiercest people I know. One that would never back down from a fight regardless of the gender she would be fighting against or the intimidation. It was always funny that back in school she would be the one to fight for me, yet I was the eldest.

And I know if I don’t intervene, she will hit him with the bat.

“Ellis!” I call and she turns to look at me and sighs before rolling her eyes.

“Put the bat down.” I kindly request her and she does just that.

“He’s your guy?” She asks and I quickly shake my head. Like hell, he would. Last night, when Tobias passed out in the car before saying his location, I didn’t know what to do, so I did the most logical thing I could do, brought him to my house, and with the help of our gatekeeper, who I had to pay, of course, we dragged his drank ass to the house and I had him sleeping in the living room.

I didn’t know what to do and he had entrusted me with his safety, and given the events that he had narrated to me, I didn’t mind, plus he said he would pay me if I made sure he was safe. It’s more about the doe for me here.

“No, he is not.”

When we came in last night, it was really late, and Ellis was already asleep. I didn’t want to bother her, so I just covered Tobias with a blanket and left to my room to sleep. So I kind of understand her reaction when she woke up to find a man in our living room.

“Ellis, meet Tobias, Tobias, my sister, I’m sorry about your first encounter with her.” I try to apologize even though the position he is in at the moment makes me want to laugh. He is still coiled by the end of the couch, even though Ellis has already put down the bat.

“Why is she like that?” He asks as he moves closer to the couch, where Ellis is standing.

“Our mother dropped her on the floor when she was a baby,” I say, and Tobias chuckles.

“Come on Clarice.” That is Ellis.

“Sorry,” I murmur an apology. Look, the air around was kind of getting weird. I needed to break the ice.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” She says as she goes back to her room, still with the baseball bat in her hands.

“I’m so sorry about that.” That is my first statement to Tobias as soon as Ellis has left.

“What am I doing here?” He asks, reaching for his coat that I helped him take off while he was asleep.

“I brought you here last night.” If it isn’t obvious.

“Why?” I crease my brows. He can’t be serious with these stupid questions.

“Uhm… because you passed out before I could get the location of where you stay.” Again, if it isn’t that obvious.

“You still could have driven me to my place. I don’t like that you brought me to your place without my consent. It’s so wrong.”

I chuckle.

Okay, first of all, I don’t like his tone; he should be thanking me that I didn’t leave him at that bar. I only did this because I felt bad for him after his sad wedding story, but I think I should have remembered, that he is the same person that called me a hooker, just because I had red lipstick on.

I shouldn’t have helped him.

But I’m just going to stick to the fact that he promised to pay me.

I fake a smile.

“How was I supposed to know where you live?” As I mentioned earlier, he passed out in the car.

“You could still have taken me to my office, at the very least.” My eyes widen in shock. I don’t know if he is still drunk, because he doesn’t sound like a sober man right now.

“Again, how the hell was I supposed to know that? I just met you last night; you didn’t tell me anything about you, apart from the fact that you were stood up on your wedding day.”

The moment I say that, I watch his face turn into a frown.

“You’re seriously going to pull out the wedding card.’”

I shrug my shoulders. He is the one with a bad attitude here, not me.

“You should be grateful I brought you here, and ensured your safety, so, I presume you’re still in a bad mood and I have a long day ahead of me, so how about you pay me my money and be on your way?” I did all this for the money and his rude attitude wasn’t supposed to be part of the package.

“Pay you?” He asks with creased brows, and honestly, I’m surprised by that reaction.

“Yea, remember, you said if I got you home safe, you’d pay me,” I say and he shakes his head and laughs.

He is tapping in his pant pockets and I can tell he is looking for something, probably his phone.

“Where is my phone?” He asks and I walk by the cabinet and take out his phone from the charge. Since his phone was off while we were at the bar, I thought it would be wise if I charged it for him.

“Here, it’s fully charged,” I say as I hand him, but he is still tapping on his pant pockets.

“Where is my wallet?” He asks and I crease my brows.

Now that is the one thing that I didn’t touch.

“I don’t know, I only took out your phone,” I tell him as he keeps checking his pockets.

“I know I had my wallet with me last night.” He says and I nod in agreement, I saw that he had it with him last night because I watched him pull it out while he was paying me the money to listen to him, and also when he pulled out the card to pay for his drinks, so I have no idea why he can’t seem to find it.

“Just check, I’m sure you have it with you,” I tell him as I watch him fumble with his pockets.

“I have never lost my wallet before.”

“You must have dropped it somewhere.” I can’t think of a place where he could have dropped it. I know I wasn’t that keen to check if he dropped something because my attention was on his drunken heavy ass. He is not a small man and having to hold him all the way here, didn’t give me the option of multitasking.

“Do you know how important that wallet is to me?” He asks in a raised tone and I crease my brows.

How the hell is that my concern?

I don’t.” I say and walk to the couch where he slept and move the pillows around just to check if it might have slipped out of his pockets while he was asleep.

"It had important things in it.” He continues, as I keep checking, but I can’t seem to find it.

“I’m sure we will find it.”

I say and sit on the couch. He is still standing looking so worried. Now that he has lost his wallet, I presume he won’t be paying me.

Like hell, I would let him leave without paying me.

“Did you take my wallet, Clarice?” He asks and I’m taken aback by that.

“What?” I don’t think I heard that one right.

“I’m sure I didn’t stutter when I asked the question, so I will ask again, did you take my wallet?” I chuckle an angry chuckle.

This man won’t stand here in my house and accuse me of stealing his wallet when I brought him to my place safe and sound.

“You think I stole your wallet?” I ask him because I didn’t hear him say the word steal, so before I throw him out, I need to confirm that he did accuse me of stealing.

“I know girls like you.” I raise both brows when he says that.

I have been categorised into a group of girls I see.

“Girls like me.”

“Yea, girls like you who work in the club lure rich men like me into their homes just to steal from them.”

Wow just wow.

Just when I thought I had heard enough, more accusations drop. He spits a lot of toilet water for a man this good looking, I must say. Or it’s probably his pride.

I have had encounters with wealthy men, who think just because they have money they can talk however they want. Well, this spawn of a human can do that anywhere he wants to anyone he feels like, but not to me, most definitely not in my house.

“Alright, your time in my house is up.” It’s time for him to leave. Because see, my sister, she is wild. I am the quiet one, but I’m worse when I’m angry, and to say I’m angry is an understatement.

This dude just f*****g accused me of stealing from him.

I know my mama never raised a thief in her home; this guy just accused me of being one.

“I want my wallet back.”

And he keeps insisting.

“I don’t have it.” This is the last time I’m going to tell him that because I’m pissed right now.

“You know if you don’t provide it I will call the police on you.” Oh right, he is threatening me with the police now. Isn’t it just so amazing?

“And if you don’t leave my house, I will be forced to call a funeral home,” I say with a smirk. I mean every single word that just came out of my mouth.

“I do know that you’re suffering from a heartbreak and you have a sudden distrust in women right now, but I will tell you one thing, I have never stolen anything from anyone, and I might be working in a club, which automatically gives me that kind of reputation. But I’m not a thief, and you can choose to believe it or not, but if you don’t leave my house right this minute, I will call my sister, and we will beat you to death. If you want to have me arrested for false stealing, I would gladly go in for murder instead,” I say with a serious face, and I watch as he takes a step back scared.

There is a look of horror in his eyes. The one reaction that I was waiting for.

I’m really glad that he can see the door and starts to head for it.

“Oh, and Tobias, you should be glad this club girl didn’t kill you or kidnap you,” I tell him and he stops for a second, his back on me before he steps out.

The moment he does that, I let out a long sigh and when it comes out shaky, I know this is not a good thing. My sister always tells me my kindness will bite me in the ass, and I think I just experienced that today.

I helped him out and he dares accuse me of stealing from him.

I sit on the couch with my face in my hands as I fight back the feeling. I hate that this is what life has reduced me to. Things weren’t supposed to be this bad for us.

We were supposed to be living a good life. If my father hadn’t f****d us up, we wouldn’t be living this bad life and struggling to pay off debts that he left behind.

Growing up, he gave us a good life that was just nothing but a fraud, and when someone accuses me of the one thing that I hated about my father, stealing, it breaks my heart into pieces. I should have just ignored him in the bar.

Given his stupid attitude, I think I understand why his fiancée cheated and stood him up.

“Hey, sis.” I hear my sister call from behind me and I clear my throat as I lift my head to look at her.

“Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

I clear my throat nervously.

“Yea, he accused me of stealing his wallet.”

“What?”

“I know.” I don’t want us to talk about it because I’m kind of already over it.

“Well, enough with that, how are you? You know I missed you.” I ask her and she slumps on the couch next to me.

“I’m good, we will talk about me later, but can we just talk about that guy that just left here?”

I roll my eyes, I just told her he accused me of stealing. But she wants me to talk about him.

“I don’t think I want to do that,” I tell her.

“Maybe you do,” she says as she taps her phone on.

“Why?” I don’t think anything is interesting about Tobias that I would want to talk about.

“Well, I was checking my phone in the room while you guys were here, more of researching because his face did look familiar, then voila, this popped up.” She says, flashing her phone before my eyes. I think I can see a blog post or something.

“What is it?”

“He is a f*****g celebrity.”She says and my eyes widen in shock.

“Say what?”

“Yea and he is trending right now, everywhere, apparently his bride to be stood him up at their wedding.”

Well, he wasn’t lying about that story, I must say.

“He did mention it last night while he was drunk.”

“Wow, sis!” Okay, I don’t understand her excitement.

“What.”

“A f*****g celebrity slept in our house and you just let him go like that.” This girl must be kidding me.

“Did you forget the part where he…”

“Accused you of stealing, yea, I know, but he is famous!”

Why is she screaming?

“Sis, I think you just hit the jackpot on this one, we are going to be famous.” I shake my head in disbelief when she says that.

She must be kidding me.

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