FALLING FOR MY EX BILLIONAIRE DAD

“Draco can never cheat on me," I told Piper, my secretary, who had always disliked my boyfriend. She always gave him the cold shoulder whenever he came to visit, although he was the only son of the richest billionaire in Los Angeles. “You can’t always believe these men. They are pieces of trash; they play dirty and expect you to act according to their wants and needs. If you are current with the news, you would have heard numerous cheating rumors," Piper exhaled. Yes, Piper is single, like every other girl who hates the idea of being under a man’s roof. To be more specific, she came from a Christian family, and you could always find her in the chapel during leisure time. That's just her specialty. Due to her holy act, I was free with her and made her my secretary. I didn’t want any girls flirting with my clients. As the owner of a small textile firm in Los Angeles, every single client mattered. I didn’t care about their looks or background; all I cared for was a neat and professional reputation. Piper made that possible, as she caught the hearts of many and gave none her heart. She was the epitome of perfection and the best secretary I ever had. “Not everyone is the same Piper. You should try relationships sometimes; that might just be what you need to clear your head. Trust me, love is beautiful," I advised her while grabbing my bags. It was time for me to exit work and retire to the hotel I had booked for the week due to my brother's interactions in my home. My name is Lawrence Wilson. I was born into a family where I wasn’t wanted. My parents, based on the stories I have been told, were high school kids who were filled with lust and strong s****l urges. They had both been blinded by love and made a baby out of the unknown. My alleged grandmother from my mom's side had decided not to abort me and instead made sure I was given birth. After my birth, I was cared for a duration of two years and dropped off at the orphanage on my second birthday. Pretty bad, isn't it? The nuns at the orphanage had made sure we were taken care of, but not to the fullest. We survived on donations from the people and past children of the orphanage. We were liabilities that could be given out at any point in time. This made me lose belief in abstract things like love, as death was our only option if the orphanage ever crumbled. For some reason, I was never given out; the nuns kept a good watch out and made sure I was given a basic education in textile creation. I later came out to be the head of a little textile firm, which helped me survive in this cold and dark world. You’re wondering how someone who didn’t believe in love later fell in love. It's quite simple: people change based on the situation they face. I and Draco were nothing at all; we never knew each other until a certain night, which changed my life. That night, Piper had left early for the chapel as usual, and I was the only one left in the firm. I had to file a report on the textiles for a foreign company that had reached out to us a day before. It was quite urgent, and I had luckily finished late at night. Tired and stressed out, I decided to go home to have a good night's rest in my comfortable bed. I was just a few meters from my house when three men dragged me into an alleyway. They wanted all my money, which I obviously couldn’t drop, knowing what was at stake for my company. I kept on dragging them along, and they became infested with corrupt thoughts. They became greedy, wanting both my money and my body, which remained untouched. I began to scream for help while throwing cans at them from the thrash of cans by my side. Done with my can throwing, they took the brunt of the hit, and with a swift move, they pinned me to the wall. My bag was snatched, and the leader unbuckled his belt to reveal his shorts. “This will be quite memorable. We’ve been on the lookout for you, a clean and sexy virgin," he said, dragging his shorts down and revealing the monster hidden behind them. I screamed as the monster nodded its head; it possibly couldn’t be nodding at my gateway. “Leave her alone," Draco had walked in with cuffs in his arm. I thought he was some sort of cop, but he was only just released from rehab. With a growl, he choked the leader and threatened to kill him if they didn’t let go of me. I quickly grabbed my bag and kicked one of them in between the navels before leaving. Minutes after the incident, he ran towards me at full speed and surprisingly caught up to me. He stretched out his hand as he breathed heavily. Right in his palms was his phone, and as a lady, I understood. I dialed my contact number into his phone, and from there, things progressed. By the time I found out about his background as the son of Reggie Deville, the richest man in Los Angeles, our relationship was already a year old. We were to be engaged in a week, and I was eager to see him put a ring on my finger. As I got into my Toyota-produced vehicle, my phone rang, bringing my attention to its bright screen, which made me squint my eyes. Upon opening my phone, a notification popped up. I attempted to put it away for the time being, but my thumb slipped, and the message opened. In annoyance, I swiped up, attempting to leave the app, but then the video caught my attention as a moan erupted from it.