Me and my billionaire contract husband

1•Introduction

Aqyilla's Pov:

Life is full of surprises, but I certainly didn't expect this one. I've been working at this restaurant for more than two years,but now they are firing me? It wasn't my fault that I poured wine on that man,he tripped me.

"Get out of my restaurant,Aqyilla!" Mr. Smith said rudely.

"But...but sir,it really wasn't my fault that..." I couldn't even finish my sentence because Mr. Smith cut me off.

"Aqyilla,you know that that is a huge customer,right? And the worst thing you do is pour wine all over him. Don't you think you deserve to be fired?" Mr. Smith asked before I nodded.

"So would you please pack your things and leave my restaurant?" Mr. Smith said, and he left.

"Sorry, friend." Amy,my friend said, and I chuckled. "It really isn't your fault, Amy. That man tripped me because I refused to have sex with him yesterday." I said, undressing the restaurant uniform in the bathroom.

"Did he really wanna have sex with you?" Amy asked, shocked. "Yes. He once asked me out, and I refused. So,he may be angry because of that." I said wearing my usual clothes.

"But why did you reject him? He's a shareholder of the richest company in our town." Amy said, staring at me.

"That guy just wanted sex from me. And Amy, why are we even talking about this right now?" I asked before Amy left to continue with her work.

Amy and I have been friends for over six years. We met at the hostel at the psychological classes. I and Amy have been through the same things in life. I was raped,she was also raped. We both fell pregnant after we were raped,but she unfortunately lost her baby while she was giving birth.

My mind immediately drifted back to my work.

So this is how it will end. The only job that provides all my needs is gone. How will I pay for my son's school fees? How will I feed him.

Oh,shit. Sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Aqyilla Hailey Holmes,twenty-three years old, with a degree in economics and business and studied at NYU. I started working at this restaurant when I was twenty years old,while I was still studying. My parents only raised me for 12 years before they died in a tragic car accident. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. After my parents died, my aunt took me to her house, and I stayed for less than a year before I ran away. You can't blame me,those people treated me badly. I used to do everything for my aunt and my two cousins, Mikayla and Amber.

When I ran away, I founded a hostel who took homeless people like me and stayed there while I attended the school at the hostel. At the hostel, they provided everything for girls such as sanitary pads,warm blankets, food, and clothes,but it was obviously old ragged clothes.

There were also traumatizing things that happened to me that I will never forget. I remember when I was on my way to school when I was grabbed by two men who were probably in their late twenties or early thirties. They pulled me into a dark, empty room,but while they pulled me, I tried to scream and cry for help,but no luck. After they raped me,they beat me and left me alone in the room while I struggled to stand up or walk. Luckily, I was helped by an old lady who was passing by. She questioned me and took me to the hospital where I was tested for Hiv and pregnancy,and luckily, all the tests came out negative.

A few weeks later, I felt sick, and I instantly decided to get tested again,but the results were not what I expected. I found out I was three weeks pregnant. I really wanted to get an abortion. I started worrying about what people would say about me getting pregnant at 17 years. But as time went on, I really didn't care. I just kept my baby.

My son,Jordan, is now 5 years old. He is so handsome,he doesn't look like me at all. He's got blue ocean eyes,blonde hair, and a fair skin color. He is so tall for a five year old, maybe he looks like his father,but I unfortunately don't know his father.

"What the fuck!?" I screamed as the dirty water splashed on my white tee,pulling me out of my thoughts as I walked down the road. A few seconds later a handsome guy came out of the car and apologized. The guy looked rich and almighty.

"Oh,shit. Ma'am,I'm really sorry." He apologized again.

I just shaked my head and spoke up again. "It's really fine mister." I said and attempted to walk again before he pulled me by my hand.

"Can I offer you a lift?" He asked and I smiled.

"It's really fine. I'm just going to that pre school down the road,so there's really no need." I said and smiled again.

"Can I have you number? Maybe I can take you for lunch and make up for what I did." He said nicely and I shaked my head again before speaking up.

"There's really no need,it's fine,I understand you made a mistake. But I really need to leave now,Mr..." I said.

"Matteo." He said.

"I really need to leave,Matteo." I said before I waved him goodbye and left.

*****

"Mommy!" Jordan called as he came running towards me.

"Baby!" I said and kissed him on his cheeks.

I then entered in his classes to sign some documents with his teacher and left.

On our way home, we started talking. "So wanna tell Mommy what happened at school today?" I asked nicely.

"Angelo and Calum teased me for not having a daddy." Jordan said sadly, and I sighed.

"Don't worry baby,daddy is coming soon. All you and Mommy gotta do is wait. Okay?" I said and sighed before he nodded.

"Next month is my fifth birthday, will Daddy be there?" He asked, looking towards my direction.

"Mommy really doesn't know. Maybe he will be there,okay?" I said and immediately changed the topic.

I really feel like I need to tell Jordan about how I got him,but I also feel like he's too young to understand the whole story.

"Uhm...Jordie?" I called out using his nickname.

"Mommy?"

"Maybe you will not have a fifth birthday party." I said scared,maybe he will burst out in tears.

When I looked his face,I saw a disappointed Jordan. He looked like he would just cry. "Why not mommy? Is it because of Daddy?" He asked sadly.

"Mommy just lost her job,and I promise. Mommy will do everything to get another job. Okay?" I said, and Jordan nodded with a disappointed face.

We then managed to stop a taxi to get us to our house. "616,Mortimer Street." I said to the taxi driver before he drove off. After a while, the taxi stopped in front of my house, and I paid the driver before I and Jordan got out of the taxi.