Wild Christmas Adventure With My Billionaire Boss

The proposal/acceptance

Betty.

I stood frozen, my breath caught in my chest, as I stared at Alexander Harrison as if he’d grown a second head.

Did he just say what I thought he said?

My mind scrambled to process his words. Surely, he was joking, or maybe he’d had a little too much wine at lunch.

But no—his expression was calm, his tone as measured as ever.

"Are you going to say something?" His deep, smooth voice cut through my disbelief, dragging me back into reality.

"I… I don’t know," I stammered, shaking my head slightly, as if trying to wake myself from a dream.

It didn’t make any sense. Alexander Harrison—billionaire CEO, a name on every financial magazine cover, and a man who could snap his fingers and have the world at his feet—was asking me to spend Christmas with him.

Me. Betty Thompson, an ordinary company cleaner who preferred to blend into the background.

"What don’t you know?" he pressed, his sharp gaze piercing through my spiraling thoughts.

"The fact that you’re asking me to spend the holiday with you," I said, trying to sound composed, though my voice wavered slightly. "Why me?"

He leaned back in his chair, his expression softening ever so slightly.

"I just caught my girlfriend cheating on me," he said, his tone calm but laced with bitterness. "I had planned a six-week holiday vacation with her. Since she’s no longer in the picture, I thought of you."

His words hit me like a brick. The idea of someone like Alexander Harrison being cheated on was almost as absurd as this entire conversation.

"For your inconvenience," he continued, in a businesslike manner, "I’m willing to pay you a compensation fee of one hundred thousand dollars."

I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. "You’re willing to pay me?"

"Yes," he said matter-of-factly. "All I need is for you to pretend to be my girlfriend while we’re there. Simple enough, right?"

"Doesn’t your family know your girlfriend?" I asked, still trying to piece this together.

"You mean my ex," he said with a slight smirk. "No, they haven’t met her. And now that she’s an ex, it doesn’t matter. You’ll be the ‘present,’ so to speak."

A laugh bubbled out of me despite the absurdity of it all. The pun was so unexpected that it momentarily broke the tension.

"Can I think about it?" I asked, regaining my composure.

"Of course," he said with a slight nod. "Take the night to decide. Let me know by tomorrow morning."

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Back at my apartment, I paced the small living room, the proposal replaying in my mind like a broken record. A hundred thousand dollars. Six weeks in luxury. Christmas with a family that clearly operated on an entirely different level of existence than me.

I’d spent the last three Christmases alone. Ever since Mark, the man I thought I’d marry—cheated on me, the holidays had been a grim reminder of heartbreak.

This was a chance to do something different, something exciting. But still, doubts lingered.

What if I didn’t fit in? What if Alexander’s family saw through the charade? I wasn’t glamorous, wealthy, or sophisticated. What if I embarrassed him?

I was still lost in thought when my phone rang, startling me. I glanced at the screen and froze. Mark.

I hadn’t heard from Mark since the day I found him in bed with his neighbor. Seeing his name on my phone after all this time sent a strange mix of emotions surging through me. Against my better judgment, I answered.

"Hello?" I said, my voice cautious.

"Hey, Betty," he said, his voice far too casual for my liking.

"What do you want, Mark?" I asked, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

"I was just thinking about you," he said, his tone shifting to something that sounded like regret. "How have you been?"

"Fine," I said flatly, hoping to end the call quickly.

There was a pause.

"I was wondering if we could meet up sometime. I’ve been thinking… maybe we could give things another shot." he said, with an air of arrogance that he had always had with him.

I almost dropped the phone. "Why now?" I asked, my voice laced with suspicion.

"I made a mistake, Betty," he said, his tone dripping with faux sincerity. "I know I hurt you, but I want to make it right. Besides, I haven’t seen you with anyone since we broke up. Let’s face it, you’re not exactly the kind of girl most guys go for…"

My stomach churned as his words sank in. "What’s that supposed to mean?" I asked, my voice sharp.

"I mean, you’re not… you know, the supermodel body type, you aren't even beautiful" he said dismissively. "But I don’t care about that. I can accept you for who you are."

I felt my cheeks flush with anger and humiliation. "You’re unbelievable," I snapped. "I don’t need your pity or your acceptance. And for your information, I am seeing someone."

I hung up before he could respond, my hands trembling with rage.

That night, as I lay in bed, my decision became clear. I would accept Alexander’s proposal. Not just for the money, though that was undeniably tempting, but because it was a chance to move forward. To leave the past, and people like Mark, behind.

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The next morning, I walked into Alexander’s office, my heart racing with a mixture of nerves and determination. He looked up from his desk, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"I’ll do it," I said, my voice firm.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Good choice," he said simply.

"Just one thing," I added, meeting his gaze. "I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not. I am not going to lie to be someone important, If your family doesn’t like me for who I am, that’s their problem, not mine."

"Fair enough," he said with a nod. "We leave tomorrow. Pack for six weeks."

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The next day, as I settled into the plush leather seat of Alexander’s private jet, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d stepped into a movie. Everything around me screamed opulence, from the crystal glasses to the silk throw blankets.

"You okay?" Alexander asked, his voice pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yeah," I said, managing a small smile. "Just… not used to this."

He chuckled. "You’ll get used to it." he said I'm assurance.

I wasn’t so sure. But for the first time in years, I felt a glimmer of excitement about Christmas. What I didn’t realize was that this holiday would change my life in ways I couldn’t begin to imagine.