Mr. Billionaire [Book 1 & 2]

Preface Part 2

Preface: The Brown-Skin Beauty

(In Xavier's Point of View)

Sitting in the office twenty-four seven is exhausting. Don't get me wrong, I love the family business. Absolutely, but I- it just gets tiring sometimes. My father always says I need to find a girl but I don't have time for them. My mother wants me to marry a woman named Trinity Mitchell. I don't love her but to make my mother happy I always have Trinity around when she comes in town. Mother's not a California woman but she loves Europe. She loves it so much that her and my father lives there. They've been living there for years now after my father passed the company down to me. But, honestly, I don't need anyone, right? I can do better without someone holding me down. I'm a billionaire. I'm pretty sure with all the money saved in my savings account I could be a trillionaire. If that was such a thing-

A knock cuts me from my thoughts, I clear my throat. "Come in."

Amy Sawyer, my Secretary pokes her head on the door. "Boss, you have a meeting with Cassidy and Logan Reins in twenty minutes. There's traffic but if you leave now you can make it."

I nod, curtly. "Thank you."

She smiles brightly and shut the door back. I sigh and rub my hand against my face. I'm only twenty-eight and sometimes looks like an old man, in my opinion. I grab my phone and pack my papers, files, and folders away. Grabbing my suit jacket, I swing it over my shoulder and leave out of my personal office before locking the door. Walking pass my employees, they all either stared and whispered or giggled and blushed for my attention. It's crazy how one of my workers started, what these females call a rumor, saying that I slept with them and now the others are constantly trying.

I smile and nod. "Back to work, now."

They instantly snapped out of it. I press the elevator button. It slides open and I step on. Pressing 'L' for Lobby, I lean against the wall of the elevator. I knew I should've told my father to have them play different music in the elevator but he wanted to be old school. I groan as the jazzy-type music continues to play down the long flights of floors. It finally comes to a halt and the other side of the elevator slides open. I step off and, as I said before, the workers either stared, whispered, giggled, or blushed. I nod curtly at them all before heading through the front door.

My driver, Tyler Fuller, is already waiting for me by my black Rolls Royce. I only use the car when I have Mr. Fuller driving me. I let him take the car home and bring it back to work every day. He's been working for me for a long time now and he's our most trustworthy driver.

"Good evening, Mr. Fuller." I say while smiling at him.

"Good day to you, sir." He nods his head then opens the backseat door for me.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure, sir."

I get in as he shuts the door back and I rest my belongings down on the seat.

"Where must we go today, sir?" Mr. Fuller asks.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I check the messages Cassie, my younger sister, sent to me. I nod and look up at the back of Mr. Fuller's head.

"The family's restaurant."

"Billionaire's Restaurant?"

"Yes."

The rest of the ride is quiet and my phone starts ringing. Looking at the caller ID, I groan. Knowing a lecture is waiting for me, I slide the answer button on my cellphone.

"Hello, Mother."

"Oh, Xavier, my eldest son. I'm so glad you answer."

She continues on talking as Mr. Fuller comes to an abruptly stop. My body jerks forward as it did hitting back against the seat. Every inch in my body is ready to say something outrageous but I kept my calm.

"What is the problem, Mr. Fuller?"

"Unexpected traffic. I believe it was an accident ahead."

I check the time. Six forty-five. I have about fifteen minutes to get there. My siblings hates when I am late.

"Okay, hold on mother." I cut her off in midsentence. "Mr. Fuller, you can go home-"

"What?"

"You can go home and I'll walk the rest of the way. It's not very far."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"I'm positive." I grab my belongings. "I'll see you again tomorrow, Mr. Fuller."

"Okay, sir."

I open the back door and make my way out. Shutting the door back, I jog across the street. I take a deep breath as I bring the phone back up to my ear.

"Yeah, I apologize for that mother. There must've been an accident prior to when we made it on the road."

I continue walking as my mother continues to talk.

"I'm absolutely ready to plan you and Trin's wedding."

I groan. Here we go. Here comes the lecture.

"So, did you and dad marry for the fame and fortune or love?"

"Love, but our situation is completely different."

"No, it's the same."

We continue going back and forth until a force of something completely knocks me over. Whatever it is, it knocks down both of us on the sidewalk and the street. All of my things falls out of my hand and the person's did too. I help pick up both of our things as I stand up and we are already looking at each other. The first thing that catches my eyes is the curly brown hair. My eyes moves over her forehead and lowers to her lips. They're thick but not too thick; they're perfect. I lick my lips, imagining them on mines moving in perfect sync.

Finally, my eyes raises and meets the eyes of this beautiful person. My permanent smile grows. She's different and I love it. She has dark, blue eyes, long curly hair, plump lips, a gorgeous face, and has a nice brown-skin tone to her. She is perfect. Too bad she can't fit my lifestyle. But she will be too hard to stay away from.

"Sorry." Her voice is smooth too. She's beyond perfect.

"It's alright." I watch her stare into my eyes and for a second there I thought it was meant to me. "I'm Xavier and you are?"

Her long lashes on her eyelids close and open rapidly as if she had been snapped back into reality. "Busy."

She gets off of the ground. Damn, I was so into examining her in haven't noticed her still on the ground. She turns and talks off running. I walk towards her but stops when I feel something underneath me. Looking down, I notice it's a purse.

"Wait!" I yell out to her but she didn't stop. "Stop! I've got your pur- and she's gone."

That might be the last I'll hear of her. I hope not. Just by looking at her I can tell I'm going to like her.
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