Billionaire's Best Mistake: Love After I Do

Chapter Six

Clarice

“Okay, let’s have a serious talk here, what’s your opinion on marriage?” Millie asks and I shrug.

This is not the first time we are having this discussion but every time it just gets better than the last time.

“I think if you find the right partner, it’s the best thing you could do.” My sister chips in and I sip on the milkshake.

“Or it could be your worst nightmare,” Millie adds and I chuckle.

She is kind of right.

Marriage can be a good thing or the worst mistake one can ever make.

“Clarice, what do you think?” Ellis asks staring at me as if her life depends on the answer I’m going to give.

“Marriage is a scam,” I say and watch as she frowns, I hide a smile.

“Yes girl.’”Millie says as she high fives me.

“You guys can’t be serious, marriage is beautiful,” Ellis says and I shake my head in disbelief. I don’t know why she gives marriage so much credit. There is nothing good that comes out of the marriage if I’m being honest. Probably divorce.

“Well, you’re twenty-one and still have dreams of marriage being a beautiful thing, we are twenty-five, and we have seen it all,” Millie says and I nod agreeing. I can’t say any more.

I have seen lots of marriages fail, so, it’s never a guarantee that it would work.

Just a few chosen ones get that lucky.

“You guys are just being bitter,” Ellis says and I roll my eyes.

It’s in the afternoon and as our Sunday afternoon tradition, we are here at our favorite restaurant drinking milkshakes like we don’t have a single care in this world. Millie and I have to report to work later in the evening, but that doesn’t mean we will skip out on tradition.

Mamis makes the best ice cream, and since we had our first taste we swore to always come back every Sunday, whether we were broke or not, and we have been doing it for about four months now.

When Ellis is not around, we still come here with Millie, and it is always the best time of our busy schedules since we both work and get busy over the week. I work at a hardware store during the weekdays and on weekend evenings I work at the club, so I barely get time for myself or time to hang out with friends, so I always take advantage of this.

“Clarice, when you say you have seen it all, what exactly have you seen? Because I am one hundred percent sure that lady in between your legs hasn’t seen a lot or anything at all.” Ellis says and I take a big sip of the milkshake.

She didn’t really have to do that.

“That doesn’t matter.” I don’t have to have that kind of experience to have an opinion on marriage.

“Wait, what do you mean by that Ellis?” Millie asks and I internally cuss. I’m sure as hell going to make Ellis pay for this.

“This one has never seen d**k in her life.” She says and my eyes shoot wide open at her choice of words.

Millie gasps and I look away.

She doesn’t know about this, because we have been friends for like five months, and I never really saw the necessity of bringing that up. More of I never really want to tell anyone.

Ellis knows because she is my sister and a naughty one at that.

“Whoa, hold up.” That is Millie; I can see the excitement in her eyes and I’m so not ready for what she is going to say next.

“Don’t do that.”

“You haven’t popped your cherry?” She asks in a rather higher tone than I anticipated and it sure as hell attracts the attention of the group of girls sitting in the booth next to us.

They give us weird looks but Millie totally ignores them.

“It is a choice.” It shouldn’t be that strange.

Right?

I’m twenty-five sure, but I just haven’t found the right person, I guess. It has nothing to do with a faith or belief, just the fact that, I haven’t found someone worthy.

“I’m not disputing that, but you shouldn’t even be contributing to this discussion,” Millie says and Ellis nods so hard that I think she will break her neck.

“There you go; I don’t know why she is hating when she has never even gotten in.” She says and I chuckle.

I know she has been waiting for the day to use that phrase on me.

“Just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I can’t have an opinion on marriage,” I say and Millie places a finger on top of my lips shushing me.

“Shh sweetheart, you can’t even say that.”

Oh, come on.

“Why?”

“Because it is only us who have had s*x and been heartbroken severally that get to talk ill about marriage.” She can’t do me like that though.

“Oh come on.” My sister is just nodding in agreement because for the first time in her life she has won an argument over me.

“Let me tell you why I’m not in for the whole marriage commitment thing.” I just want to put my point across.

“Okay.” She shrugs and sits back. It’s obvious from the look she is giving me; she doesn’t think I can give a valid reason.

“Entertain us Clarice; we would like to hear from your point of view,” Ellis says and I know she is just making fun of me.

“Look, there are higher rates of infidelity in marriages than relationships, and I’m just wondering why someone would go into the whole trouble of committing the rest of their lives to one person then cheat. I don’t think I would stand a marriage if someone cheated on me.” I say and Millie nods.

“That is my point exactly; it feels like you took the words out of my mouth.” She says and I smile as we toast our milkshakes.

See, I didn’t need to have had s*x to know that.

“Come on guys, marriage is about being patient and forgiving.”

“No doubt, but it’s just not everyone’s cup of tea,” I say and Millie nods. Honestly, I always love it when my sister goes speechless. It always makes me feel good.

“However, I would have one exception on marriage,” Millie says and I’m so interested to know what this exception would be.

“Which one?” I have never thought of any exception when it comes to marriage.

I think the one thing that makes me not consider marriage so high is the fear of having a failed marriage. Or sticking to a marriage that is just not it. I know I’m not that patient of a person and I have no enduring skills. One mistake and I would be wanting out, and I would rather not get into it than get into it and walk out.

“If he is a billionaire.” She says and we both burst out laughing.

Then we realize she is not laughing with us.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Ellis asks her and she nods.

“If he is a freaking billionaire and gives me everything I want, he can cheat all he wants, I’ll just be crying in a yacht or a private jet or on a holiday somewhere in Dubai or the Maldives, that is the only exception.” She says and we both laugh again.

Millie always has a sense of humor.

“That’s not a bad thing.”

Of course, Ellis will support the idea. She has this obsession with wanting to marry a rich husband, an influence I’m so sure she has been getting from social media, I always see the posts she shares, from social media influencers advising women to go find rich husbands, so I’m not surprised when she agrees with Millie.

“For example that Walker boy,” Millie says like she is addressing me, and I have no idea who she is talking about.

“Walker boy?”

“Yea, Tobias.” My sister says. Oh, I didn’t know Walker was his last name.

“What about him?” I hate that this discussion is heading there. I don’t want to talk about a guy who just accused me of stealing his wallet with a straight face when I just helped his drunken ass.

“I would marry someone like him that would be a lifetime guarantee of a good life,” Millie says and I roll my eyes.

She doesn’t know who she is wishing for, that one is a reincarnate of the devil himself.

“That one is a no.” I quickly chip in.

“Of course, I know he was into you and all, but I’m just saying, a billionaire like him would most definitely qualify to make my husband.” When she says that, I roll my eyes.

“He is certainly not into me,” I tell her.

I just want her to stop talking about him. It’s just ruining my mood, and I was having a really good time.

“What happened? You left with him, and just to be honest, I was a little surprised because I have never seen you leave with anyone before, but then he is a freaking billionaire, so I was like that is a jackpot, I would be damned if I tried to stop you.” She says and I shake my head in disbelief.

What is it with them and thinking Tobias is some sort of jackpot?

He is just a walking hot male species with an attitude that can cover the whole world.

“I really don’t want to talk about him?” I say with a frown on my face.

I see the look of concern on Millie’s face when she notices the change in my mood.

“What happened?” She asks and I shake my head. I really don’t want to talk about it.

“He accused her of stealing his wallet.” Ellis quickly says and I give her the daggers. She should have just stayed quiet like she has been for the last minute or so.

“He did what?” I can see the shock in Millie’s eyes.

“Yeap.”

“Clarice.”

“It’s kind of okay; he even referred to me as a hooker because I had red lipstick on.” I find myself saying that too when I wasn’t even intending to.

“You did not tell me that,” Ellis says and I shrug my shoulders.

It just didn’t come up, plus I was kind of done talking about Tobias.

“Clarice, please just tell me what happened?” I can see how she is concerned, and I know she won’t stop pestering me, so I sigh, take a long sip on my milkshake and decide to tell them how it all went down.

***

Tobias

The moment the elevator doors open and I’m standing next to my penthouse, and now I’m rethinking coming here.

I don’t want to come here, but I need to shower and a change of clothes.

When I step in, the scent of her cologne hits my nose, and for the first time, I’m disgusted by the smell. I used to think it was romantic, sexy, and blissful, but now I just hate it. I know for sure I don’t want to stay here.

All her clothes are still here and I just don’t want the memories of her.

She had moved in a month before our wedding because we both thought it was time we made that step. Now I’m thinking I should have just let her stay back at her place. I didn’t need that invasion of privacy.

Why did she really have to f**k up like that?

I decide to ignore all the memories I have of her and walk to my bedroom and into my shower. I take the quickest shower I have ever taken in my life because the more I stay in that bathroom, I keep remembering the times I would pin her on that wall or turn her over and make love to her as our lives depended on it.

When the memories just keep flashing, I know for sure, that I will need this house thoroughly cleansed and her things taken out of this place before I sleep in here. So I pull on a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt and start packing a suitcase.

I just need clothes for a week or so.

I could have moved to my other apartment, but my brother suggested I rent it out since I was no longer using it, and that would be a way to make use of it and get an extra income. I mean, I don’t need the money really, but I’m a businessman and any opportunity of making more income is highly welcomed.

But I’m thinking of having the tenants move out.

So I decide to call my agent, to see if he can ask the family staying there if they can move out as soon as now.

I don’t think I want to live in this penthouse anymore.

“Matt, hi.”

“Mr. Walker, how can I help you?” He says on the other end of the call.

“I’m really sorry to call you on a weekend, but I need your help ASAP.” I’m one person that understands the importance of that weekend break, so I hate that I’m taking even a second off his weekend.

“Anything sir.”

I sigh. I know what I’m going to suggest is stupid, but I’m desperate. And trying to get a new house, that would take me months to complete the paperwork, and I want out of this house like today.

“The couple that moved in that apartment, is it possible for them to move out?”

“What?” I can tell he is worried. I’m asking him to break a contract, and that’s not the way I do business.

“Sir, the contract states we have to give them a one-month notice at the very least.”

Right, of course, that’s how it states. I’m a businessman, I know the legal bindings of a contract.

Then a thought comes into my mind.

A crazy one, but still a good idea.

I obviously don’t want to sell the penthouse, and even if I move out, I might want to rent it out, so maybe I can rent it out to them, that way, they move here and I move into the apartment. Then I won’t be at loss. And I would have gotten rid of Ally’s memories.

“What if they move to the penthouse?”

“Your penthouse?”

“Yea.”

He clears his throat.

“I don’t think they can afford the rent, sir.” Of course, there is that part, but I have a different idea.

“I won’t charge them extra; they will just have to pay what they have been paying for the apartment,” I say and I can hear him go quiet.

“But sir that will be a loss.”

“It’s just temporary.” I desperately want to move out of this place.”

“Okay, I will talk to them and get back to you, as soon as I can.”

“Thank you.” I hang up the call and dial my house manager’s house. I need her to pack my stuff for me and pack Ally’s stuff and make sure they have been transported to her parents' place or at Raphael’s place if that’s the person she chose to be with. I just don’t want them in my house.

After I’m done talking to her, I call Abel and the moment I say a hello, I hear him sigh.

“Dude.”

“I’m alive.”

They were obviously worried about me.

“Where are you?” He asks.

“At the house.”

“I’m on my way.” I’m shaking my head when I realize he can’t see me. I don’t know why I always do that.

“No, you don’t have to, it’s being cleaned.” He goes quiet for about a second before he talks in a low tone.

“You’re getting rid of her” The statement comes out more of a whisper, and I can tell he is trying not to talk about it and I’m glad.

“So, I might be crashing at your place for a night or two, just until I get my apartment back.”

“You don’t have to ask bro, just come over, Anthony is here too.” He says and I hang up. I’m glad Anthony is there because I won’t have to call him too.

I have been avoiding calling back my dad; I’m just not ready to face him now. My mom, well, she will want to console me, and I sure as hell do not want that. I’ll talk to grandma after I have talked to my dad because he normally wants us to approach her with care, and I’m sure she probably already knows about the wedding and I just don’t want to stress her any further when she is this sick.

I walk downstairs and the house manager is already there with the cleaners, I had already told her what she was supposed to do, and she always has a copy of my key, so after the formal greetings, I walk into the elevator.

Outside, the security guys are already waiting together with Jonas.

“We will be going to Abel’s place,” I tell them as one of the guards grabs my suitcase and places it in the booth of the car.

When I get to Abel’s place, the first thing he does is hand me booze and I chuckle and shake my head as I gulp the drink. He is just the kind of friend I never thought I needed.

“Thank you, buddy,” I say as I slump on the sofa.

“I’m not offended at all,” Anthony says as he walks in from the kitchen with another bottle of whiskey.

“What is it with all this booze?” I ask him as he comes and sits a little too close to me.

“We are getting ready for later in the night,” Anthony says just staring me in the eyes like he is trying to get an emotion out of me.

“What is happening later on?”

“We will be getting drunk as f**k and getting the prettiest girls we can get,” Abel says and I would be disgusted by that, but I’m not surprised, Abel is a manwhore.

“And why will we be doing that?”

I ask and my brother leans in closer to me, and I scoot back.

“Anthony, we have talked about this; personal space.” He moves back and I chuckle.

“Well, dear friend, haven’t you heard? The best way to get over a breakup is by getting under someone.” Abel says and I chuckle and shake my head in disbelief.

I don’t like what these two have in store for me, but I am down.

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