Billionaire Love Affair

Chapter 3- Amelia

I woke up to a very annoying sound. My alarm goes off, I grab my phone to turn the alarm off. I lay in bed for a few extra minutes, looking to see if I had any emails that were of importance. I rolled out of bed, put my feet on the floor, stood up, and walked to the bathroom to wake myself up to start my day.

Adjusting the water to my liking before walking to the sink to brush my teeth. I was brushing my teeth, the steam from the shower fogged up the mirror. I rub some of the steam off the mirror. f**k, I look like s**t this morning. I finish brushing my teeth, stripping out of my pajamas, I toss them in the laundry basket and step into the hot shower. It felt refreshing. A hot shower is the best way to wake yourself up from a terrible night’s rest.

Stepping out of the shower, I grab my towel to dry myself off. I wrap the towel around my body, grab the extra towel and dry my hair. I walked over to the closet, grabbing a black lace bra and matching panty. I step into my panties and pull them over my hips. Putting on my black bra, I adjusted my breasts. A white satin blouse, and a red pencil skirt. I grab my outfit, walk over to my bed, and set it down.

I walked back to the bathroom to blow dry my hair, putting my hair into a high ponytail. I decided to go for a more natural look, only mascara, eyeliner, and a soft pink blush for my cheekbones. I’ll more than likely cry the eyeliner and mascara off, but whatever. I want myself to not look like a walking dead.

I grab my phone, purse, and the leather jacket dad got me for my birthday, draping it over my arm. I walked out the door towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. When I arrive in the kitchen, my phone starts going off with text messages. I saw Arielle’s text messages along with Alexandria’s texts, and a few business associates.

I scrolled through all the business associates’ messages they sent and they were all the same. “He was a great man and he would be so proud of you.” I looked at James’s messages. I know reading them would make me want to cry. No matter how much I didn’t want to, I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, threatening to crawl down my face. This man was like my uncle, always there when you needed it.

James would drop what he was doing to help my dad if he needed it. He always had his back, never let him down, always supported him. When mom died, everyone told dad he needed to find a wife because he couldn’t raise me on his own. He did, and he did an amazing job of raising me. James helped dad raise me and I’ll forever be thankful to have James in my life. The uncle I never had!

“Amelia, today is a day to celebrate what an amazing man he was and will always be. He held so much love for you and still does. I remember him always talking about what a bright and wonderful princess he has for a daughter. Amelia, you were the light of his life, the only thing that kept pushing him to do better and be better. Please don’t go looking for his killer. I can’t lose you either. I lost him in the beginning when your mother passed away. No matter how lost he was, he always had a twinkle in his eye for you. So do me a favor today and smile because he is looking down on you as well. If you need someone to talk to about your mom and dad, I am here.” His message was something I needed.

James Rodriguez and Robert Sterling had been friends since they were kids. It was your typical cliche thing. My dad saved James from a bully and together plotted a massive prank on him.

That prank, you ask. James would say that prank was one for the history books because it was gold. They super-glued his pants to this chair during class when he got up to talk to the teacher. A minute later, they finished, when the bully came and sat down in his seat.

An hour later, the school bell rang, and he went to get up and ripped a big hole in the back of his pants. Everyone that stayed in class was rolling with laughter. James said, my father, walked over to him, and grabbed his shirt. “If I ever catch you bullying my friend again, a hole in your pants will be the least of your worries,” he whispered loud enough for James to hear.

There isn’t a day that passes by where I don’t think about my dad. He was the best human to grace this earth. His big heart, kind soul, and welcoming smile would bring you into his presence.

He would welcome anyone with open arms and make you feel you could do anything. Alexandria, for example, has been my dad’s assistant since she was 21 years of age. She had no experience in our type of company, but she sure was a fast learner. Dad felt drawn to Alexandria because she showed herself as hard-working and a loyal employee.

My dad was a badass back then and even until he was taken from me. I wish I had known my dad when he was a child. We would have been best friends. I laugh at myself when I think about what other kinds of pranks they would pull back in school. I started reading Alexandria’s text, asking me if I was coming in today.

“Of course I am. It’s a sad day. That doesn’t mean he would want me to stay home,” I replied, walking into the kitchen. I grabbed some toast but decided that toast wasn't really what I wanted for breakfast. I grabbed my things and walked out of the house. I’ll go to Little Dave’s Cafe for breakfast.

I walked out of the front door towards the elevator and pushed the button to go down. I read Arielle’s text messages while I waited for the elevator to get to the floor. I won’t be home alone this weekend. Arielle said she was coming to the office after she got off work so we could go shopping. It was pointless to take two cars to the mall, so she said we'd go back to my house to drop off her car.

I stepped into the elevator once it signaled it was on my floor. I put my phone in my purse and got on, hitting the garage floor button. My phone started ringing. Taking it out of my purse, I looked at the caller id to see Arielle was calling me.

“Hey girl, I’m in the elevator and about to step into the parking garage, I’m going to lose the signal. I’ll call you on the way to the office.” I said, answering the phone before she could say anything and hung up the phone.

I put my phone back in my purse when the elevator dinged when the doors opened. I stepped out and walked over to my Lamborghini. Unlocking the door, I put my purse on the passenger seat as I got in and buckled up.

I drove out of the parking spot and onto the road; I headed to Little Dave’s Cafe, which was a 15-minute drive. I put some tunes on the radio and hummed to the songs that were playing on the radio. There was hardly much traffic today. It only took me 5 extra minutes to get to the cafe.

I need that sweet and sugary coffee and turkey with bacon and cheese croissant. The thought of food made my stomach growl. I pulled into a parking spot that was close to the door; I shut my car off, grabbed my purse, got out, and locked the car doors.

I pull the door of the cafe open when the aroma hits me. It was like a jolt to my bones, energizing me before I even got my cup. I walked over to the barista and gave her my order. “That will be $9.50,” she said after I finished giving her my order. I handed her the money, I turned around and spotted an empty table to sit at.

“Hey Amelia, How are you holding up today?” Big Dave said, walking out of the kitchen, as I had just sat down at the table. Big Dave is such a sweet man. He knows the struggles I’m going through. My dad first brought me to this little cafe, and I fell in love with the atmosphere and the employees. They are all so sweet, always so welcoming.

“I’m holding up as much as I can thank you,” I said, walking up to him from a hug. He welcomes me with open arms, with my dad’s passing, Big Dave has been very supportive, he gets the struggle. He had to do it alone, but I’m thankful to all the people that are in my life making sure I don’t go down the path of destruction.

“How’s business?” I said, releasing him from the hug.

“Business is doing great, but very busy.” He replied as the barista came over, handing me my coffee and sandwich.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile.

“How’s everything going with you at the company, Amelia?” he said, looking at me with sympathy in his eyes. That’s not the look I want or need right now. “It’s been stressful, but I’m doing the best I can do,” I said, blinking away the tears that were trying to fall from my eyes. It’s been hard without my dad. I miss him so much.

“That’s all you can do, sweetheart, don’t give up and you’ll succeed.” He said, walking closer and patting my head. “Hey, that’s not very nice,” I said, as I swatted his hand away.