Billionaire Love Affair

Chapter 2- Amelia

I step out of my penthouse and head towards the elevator. I pushed the button down as I waited for the elevator to arrive. I popped some Advil because of the headache I had since leaving work. Once the elevator dings, I step in, pushing the button to the garage level where my cars are waiting for me. While waiting for the elevator to get to the ground floor, I was thinking about what my mother and father’s love would have been like to watch when growing up.

Would it have been a fairy love tale, or would it have been an uphill battle? I stared at my father’s face while he told me stories about my mother; he looked so happy, so in love. I want a love like theirs, a never-ending battle to love and protect each other. One day, I kept telling myself. One day I will find my true love. They were and always will be my inspiration for true love. I knew he would cry himself to sleep when he thought I couldn’t hear him.

*Flashback*

I came through the door from school and threw my bag on the kitchen counter.

“Hey, dad, I’m home!” I yelled from my spot in the kitchen.

“Dad, are you home?” I called out to him. I heard nothing, so I thought he might have had his study door closed. I walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Turning around, I grabbed my bag from the counter and walked up to my bedroom. Before I could continue walking any further into my room, I heard the sound of someone crying.

I opened my door and put my stuff down; I walked down the hallway, looking for where I heard the crying coming. I walked closer to dad’s room and put my ear to the door. His room was where the crying was coming. I tried turning the doorknob, but it was because his bedroom was locked. Knocking on his door was my only option. I called through the closed door.

“Is everything okay?” He didn’t answer for a few minutes. As I was about to knock again, I heard my father’s voice call out.

“Yeah, honey, I’m fine. I’ll see you downstairs soon.” He sounded so broken up and heartbroken, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to walk in there, hug him tight, and tell him everything was going to be all right. I knew I couldn’t because he needed to cry. He needs to get this out of his system, even if it's only for a while.

He didn’t cry once when mom died because he had to be strong, not only for himself but also for me. He would say he had to be strong because he had me to look after. I feel guilty sometimes that I took mom away from him. I headed back to my room to start on the homework I needed to do. I was heartbroken to hear his sobs. He was a powerful man, confident. I had always hoped to be twice the woman he had raised me to be because I never wanted to hear him cry more than he has lately.

Two hours later, I had finished my school assignments, putting the papers and my books back in my bag, before I walked out of my room to see dad was standing there. He still looks so sad and lost. I said nothing as I walked over to him. I managed to pull him down, so he was at my level because god was my dad freakishly tall, so I could wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a big hug, one I felt like we both needed. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding as he hugged me back even tighter.

“I love you, Dad,” I whispered in his ear, still wrapped tightly in his arms. He tightened his hold before letting go and taking a step back.

“I love you too, princess,” he said, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. I thought to myself, one day I'll make him not have to cry alone, I’ll make him see that even though I might not know her, I still very much miss her the same as he misses her.

My mother was his best friend, his biggest supporter, his everything. I knew I had to be that for him, so I vowed from that moment on to always be there when he needed support, so every day after school, I would come home and bake him some chocolate chip cookies, his favorite. I would make sure his favorite dinner was on the table or put aside if he had to come home from work late.

*End of Flashback*

I was brought out of my reverie when I heard the elevator ding and the doors open up. Once, I stepped out of the elevator. I walked over to my car, unlocked the door, and got inside. Starting my car, I feel the vibration of the engine as it comes alive. Turning the music up loud, I pulled out of the parking space.

I turned out of the parking garage onto the road that took me to Arielle’s place, which was 5 minutes away. I parked in front of her house and honked the horn. She didn’t come out right away, so I honked two more times.

She walks out of the house with a glare. I couldn’t help but chuckle because I told her I would be there in 10 minutes but showed up in five, and she wasn’t ready. She only had one shoe on and the other in her hand. I unlocked the car door as she came over to the car and got in.

“Seriously,” she seethed through gritted teeth. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her about how dramatic she can be. I pulled away from her place while Arielle was still putting on her shoes.

“How about we get ice cream and not go to the gym?” She asked, straightening her posture in the seat.

“Or can we go after the workout?” I retorted. I knew she hated working out.

“Fine, but you’re paying for the ice cream then,” she said, glaring at me playfully.

“Deal.” I pulled into the gym, finding a vacant parking spot. I would have paid even if you didn't say I had to. We grabbed our perspective water bottles and headed inside the building. We headed inside and checked up, then went to stretch out our muscles.

I didn’t realize how tight my muscles were until I started stretching. Once we stretched out every muscle that needed stretching, we headed to the treadmill to do some cardio.

“I hate doing cardio!” Arielle complained.

“Of course you do. No one likes cardio!” I chuckled at Arielle. Thirty minutes, that’s what we did on the treadmill, and she complained the entire time.

“God, why did you make me come? I’m going to die!” She kept repeating over again. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at her. It brought in a lot of stares when she started chanting louder.

“Shut up! People are staring at us, you freak.” I said through gritted teeth. We got off the treadmills and headed over to the squat rack and the free weights to lift. We lifted heavy weights for 30 minutes before calling it a night and headed home. We walked out of the gym sweaty with our clothes sticking to our skin. It's the grossest thing ever, as Arielle would say. We got into my car.

“Ellie, are you coming back to my place, or do I need to take you home?” I asked, turning to look at her. “Drop me off at home. I have got to work early tomorrow,” she answered with a smile. We drove to her house, blasting whatever was on the radio and singing as loud as we could, not caring who saw us as they drove by.

People stared as we drove by in my Aventador, SVJ, looking at us like we were losing our minds. We got to her place, and “I’ll be over tomorrow after work.” She said, looking at me with a small smile. She knows me very well. She knows I need her, even before I do.

“All right, I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you!” I replied as she got out of the car.

“Love you too!” she yelled over her shoulder as she walked to the front door of her house.

Ever since the unruly death of my father, Arielle hadn’t wanted to leave my side; she knew I wanted revenge. She’s over every weekend to make sure I did nothing stupid. Arielle is bright, outright dramatic, with the best sense of humor. She seriously is the best person to have around and to be around. There is never a dull moment. She knows when you need a hug the most, but she also knows when you need to be alone and not bothered. I wouldn’t trade this girl for the world! She’s my best friend, my other half, my soul sister. Without Arielle, I would be alone and lost in the deepest part of depression.

I pulled away from her house and drove home. Thank god, I only live 5 minutes away. My muscles were burning. I pulled into the parking garage, stepped out of my car, walked to the elevator, and pushed the button to go up.

Stepping into the elevator, I rode it to the top floor of the building. Arriving at the top floor, I stepped out of the elevator and walked to my door. My phone started ringing. I took my phone out of my purse and looked at it. I saw a text from Arielle.

*Arielle* Don’t make any plans this weekend.

*Amelia* Why not?

*Arielle* Because I said don’t make plans.

*Amelia* But, I don’t want to go anywhere that doesn't involve sleeping.

*Arielle* I don’t care. You had better not make any plans this weekend.

*Amelia* I don’t have any other friends besides you.

*Amelia* Fine! You win, Arielle!

*Arielle* Love you!

I shook my head, chuckling at her, but didn’t reply to her.

“She is something else.” I thought to myself, walking inside my place and straight to my room. I grabbed my oversized Metallica t-shirt out of the top drawer. A pair of gray sweatpants got off the top of my dresser and I walked into my bathroom.

My bathroom was miraculous as it looked out over the city through the huge window. It had a huge jacuzzi bath that could fit four people, a shower that made you feel like the rain was pouring on you.

I decided I wanted a relaxing bath, so I turned on the faucet and adjusted the handle to the bathtub. I stuck my hand under the pouring water and made sure the water was at the right temperature. I grabbed my favorite lavender bath oil along with a matching bath bomb. I dropped the bath bomb into the water and watched it fizz as the water hit the citric acid. I shut the water off to the right amount. I stripped out of my clothes, put some music on through the speaker, and got in the tub.

I hummed to the song on the radio as I lay in the relaxing hot bath. I spent two hours just soaking my sore muscles and feeling relaxed. I scrubbed myself off, getting out of the tub. I grabbed the towel off the warming rack and dried my body off. I threw my towel in the laundry basket.

I put on an oversized black Metallica t-shirt, slipped my gray sweatpants over my hips, and walked out of my room. I strolled into the kitchen for something to eat. I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out the leftover pizza from the night before. I popped a slice of pizza into the microwave and grabbed my phone, sending a text to Arielle.

Amelia: we are going shopping tomorrow after work. Meet me at the office. She texted back, letting me know she would be there after she got off work.

The microwave dinged, telling me that my pizza was complete. I grabbed it out of the microwave and grabbed water out of the fridge. I took my food to the living room to watch some TV. I did some work as well for a little while. I went through a few emails and put signatures on what I needed to. My favorite show, Supernatural, played on the flat screen in the living room.

Damn, I’d let Sam and Dean do naughty things to me all day, every day, all over the world. I’ll never get enough of these sexy ass men. I could sit here all day, watching them fight the supernatural world. I watched a few episodes before I called it a night. I shut off the lights and the television and headed to my bedroom.

Instead of heading straight to bed, I went straight to the bathroom to rid my teeth of the dirtiness from today. I finished brushing my teeth, shut out the bathroom light, and rushed out of the bathroom. I flopped onto my amazingly soft king-size bed. I got under my black comforter.

“This is going to be a long weekend,” was the last thought I had before my head hit the pillow and I was out.