My Unwanted Billionaire

It’s been a few hours since we arrived at Mr. Jason’s grandmother’s party. When we arrived, Mr. Jason did something very unusual. He introduced me to his grandmother. I was able to find out that she is his maternal grandmother, and she hates me, or so I think. I am not sure. When Mr. Jason introduced me to her as his secretary, the way she looked at me told me she does not like me, but I might be wrong.

I am at the bar, drinking alone as always when I escort Mr. Jason to parties. I wonder why he even brings me along. I always run away from him once I get the chance to and end up spending the whole evening at the bar. I actually don’t mind following him since there are always open bars at these events he takes me to.

I am reading a novel on my phone when someone interrupts me by tapping on my shoulder. I turn around, and it’s Mr. Jason’s grandmother.

“Hi,” I say, standing up to meet her.

“Come with me,” She says, leading the way. I follow after her, wondering where we are going.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

We enter a room that looks like a study.

“Are you pregnant for Jason?” Mr. Jason’s grandmother says, and I choke on my saliva. Why would she think I would be pregnant for him?

“God forbid, no.”

“Good, and why would you say God forbid? If you were to end up pregnant for my grandson. You should be thanking God you landed someone as great as him,” She says, sounding offended with my reply.

I don’t say anything because if she knew the monster her so-called grandson is, she wouldn’t be offended by me rejecting being pregnant by him the way I did.

“If you are not pregnant, why did Jason bring you to my party?” She asks, and I wish I could give her an answer, but unfortunately, I can’t.

“I don’t know, maybe he needed a date to your party” Why is she asking me all these questions?

“It’s one thing to bring you as a date to my party, and it’s another to introduce me to you. That’s why I need you to tell me why Jason introduced you to me? I need to know what you mean to him for him to do such a thing.”

It seems I am not the only one who found it off character that Mr. Jason introduced me to his grandmother. We have been to a lot of parties and never has he ever introduced me to the host. So you can’t blame me for why I see this as a big deal, but I really don’t know why it is for her.

“If I am being honest with you, I don’t know why myself.”

“You don’t know why and you’re not pregnant. That could only mean my grandson is smitten by you. Jason likes you, and even though he didn’t say it when he introduced you tonight. He still wanted me to know you are special to him.”

“I don’t think that is why he introduced me.” People should stop misunderstanding our relationship. Mr. Jason does not like me, and that’s final.

“It is, and I need you to listen to the next words I say carefully.”

“Ok,” I have this feeling I am not going to like what she is going to say.

“Stay away from Jason. If you don’t stay away from him, I will make sure your life is worse than I can already bet it is.”

“Mrs. Sullivan, I think you are misunderstanding my relationship with Mr. Jason. Our relationship is purely work-related and nothing more. You don’t have to threaten me like this because Mr. Jason and I are not what you think we are.”

“So you say, but I can bet the next time I see you. You will either have a big rock on your finger or a belly that would hold my great-grandchild. I will never let a peasant like you into my family. Clinton might accept you into his, but I will never allow you into mine,” She says with disgust.

I can’t believe she called me a peasant. I might not be as rich as she is, but I am not a peasant, and most importantly, Mr. Jason and I are not dating. This old woman should calm down. She is getting all worked up and insulting me for nothing.

“I am not a peasant, and your grandson does not like me. Even if he did, I would never be with him, so you have nothing to worry about.” I say truthfully because Mr. Jason might be the man rocking my dream world, giving me multiple orgasms, but he is still the same man that has hurt me more than anyone in this world. I will never be with someone like him.

“So you say, but you have been warned.” She says and walks out. I follow after her out of the room, shaking my head and rolling my eyes at the back of her head. She is just getting worked up for nothing.

I am walking back to the bar when an arm suddenly goes around my waist. His cologne hits me hard, making my mind go crazy with how amazing he smells.

“What did grandma say to you?” He asks

“Nothing,” I say, turning around to face him. I look at him and stare at his beautiful caramel eyes. I can’t help and understand why his grandmother would think he likes me and be threatening to ruin my life. His arms are wrapped around my waist, and I am supposed to be his secretary. A boss does not put his arms around his secretary. The worst part is I like his arms around my waist.

“Tell me what she told you,” He says, not buying my lie

“She asked me………….” I try to think of a lie to tell him because I don’t think it’s right to disclose our conversation with him.

“Jason, I have been looking everywhere for you. Come, there are a few people I would like you to meet,” His grandmother says, pulling him away from me. I am so grateful to her for arriving the time she did. I don’t like her, but she saved me. I am sure she noticed me struggling to form a lie because her eyes did not leave us the minute Mr. Jason walked to my side. She is worried about something that will never happen.

The following day at work, I was a little late because of the party last night. Advice to you guys out there never drink too much on a work night. I pray Mr. Jason is not going to complain about me being a few minutes late.

“Good morning, sir,” I say, placing his coffee on his desk

“You’re late,” He says, with his eyes glued to his computer screen

“I am very sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“Make sure it never happens again and come here.” He says, gesturing for me to come over to his side of his desk

“What can I help you with sir,” I say, walking over to him. I stand in front of his computer and a few feet away from him.

“I want you to verify if you wrote this,” Mr. Jason says, moving closer to the computer screen to point where he wants me to verify if I wrote it or not.

I am about to reply when I feel his knee hit the back of my knee. I don’t need to tell you what happens when someone hits your knee pit. I quickly try to hold onto Mr. Jason’s desk to avoid falling, but I am not quick enough and land on his lap. I don’t move on his lap, worried that I would make matters worse if I say or do anything. I feel his hand around my waist. He must have been trying to hold me so I wouldn’t fall. Mr. Jason clears his throat and removes his hand around my waist or tries to. His wristwatch got hooked in my blouse. He brings his other hand around my waist to try and untangle his wristwatch from my shirt, but all he does is rub his arms around my stomach. I feel my blouse lifting as he struggles to remove his wristwatch from it. I quickly stop him before he forcefully pulls it and rips my shirt in the process.

“I think you should let me do it,” I say, removing his free hand from around my belly.

“No, I will do it,” He says, bringing his hand back. I place mine on his to remove it, but he slaps it away. “I said I would do it,” He says

I give up and allow him to do it. I look at his hands as he tries to untangle the wristwatch from my shirt. He has gorgeous man hands. I have this weird love for men’s hands. I don’t know how to explain it, but once I see a man with long slim fingers, I go crazy for him. Mr. Jason’s hand is like that, and I can’t help admiring his fingers. They are so well-manicured that I want him to rub them on my body. I am sure it would feel amazing to have those hands of his all around my body. On my legs, hands, neck, and even………… I close my legs tight to stop the feeling Mr. Jason’s fingers can do there. I can’t believe my mind went there. I am starting to have a filthy mind. I need to be careful.

“Eleanor, don’t move!” Mr. Jason groans

“Sorry, sir”

I jump a little on Mr. Jason’s lap when I feel his hand touch my belly.

“Eleanor, I just told you not to move,” Mr. Jason says,

“Your fingers touched me. I will try my best to sit still,” I say, adjusting myself so I won’t move again.

“Oh God, this woman is going to be the death of me.” He says, sounding frustrated as I adjust myself on his lap. I don’t understand why he is saying this. I don’t think I did anything to make him say this.

“I am comfortable now sir, you can continue to remove the wristwatch from my shirt,” I say, but I think I am wrong because I suddenly feel something poking my ass. What could be on his thighs poking me? I don’t want to move so he can remove the wristwatch, but whatever that thing is. It’s poking my ass and making me more uncomfortable in his lap. I am about to move away from the thing when Mr. Jason grabs my waist.

“Eleanor, if you move this big ass of yours on my dick again. I will make sure you satisfy it before you leave my office.” He whispers in my ear. My eyes widen as his words register in my brain. My cheeks become red as I realize what is poking me and how I am the one who caused him to get hard.

I don’t say anything and sit as still as I can so he can untangle the wristwatch from my blouse. Once he is able to remove the wristwatch, I quickly run out of his lap and out of his office. I could not bear to be in the same room with him any longer. The whole time I was waiting for him to remove it, I thought about how it would feel to have him inside me. I wondered how big he was because he felt big even through his pants. I wondered how he would fit inside me since I am a virgin. I was worried he might tear me apart.

What am I doing? I should not be thinking of these. I am never going to sleep with someone like him. Men like him only want people like me for my body. He will never want to be in a relationship. It would be stupid of me to keep my virginity till now just to give it to someone like him. I can’t do that. I need to be strong. I can’t let my dirty mind make me do something I would regret. I promise myself to never have sex with Mr. Jason, no matter how badly I want to.