My Billionaire and I

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The ride to where ever Braxton was taking me was long, extremely long. I fell asleep a few times and always woke up to see him holding my hand. I went to sleep once more and had a dream, one about a wedding…odd at the time. I woke up and stayed up, concentrating on other things than the dream. “We’re almost there; try not to fall asleep on me again.” “Don’t worry, I won’t.” I sighed and looked up to see a worried look on Braxton’s face. “I’m fine.” He still looked at me as though I was lying and went back to facing the road. Sitting up, leaned in close to his cheek and pecked him, “I wouldn’t lie to you purposefully. It’s just some dream that I had that’s bothering me.” He was silent until he slowed down and turned down a road with cherry blossoms on each side with a perfectly manicured lawn. “I’m glad to know that.”

At the end of the long road sat a mansion, no, a castle. It was like something out of a movie, a prince and princess type movie. “I hope my family estate doesn’t scare you off.” “No, I just feel a bit under-dressed.” Looking at Braxton in golf style clothing, I felt out of place, like I just didn’t belong there. He led me inside to a large entryway with rooms to the left and right. We walked around, Braxton showing me which room was which and little stories about each one. Eventually we stumbled upon the kitchen where his mother stood, icing a seven tier cake. “Bonjour sweetie; I see you finally brought me a gift, she looks just as gorgeous as you described her to be. What is your name?” I was too stunned for words. “She’s Rachel.” “The one in your aunt’s class?” “Yup, that’s her.” “Beautiful and she has brains, I like that. She’s a rarity.” “Thank you.” That’s all I could manage before I swooped off into another room, the library. “She likes you.” “I can tell. Maybe she just has a thing for nerdy looking girls.” “Well then you know where I get it from.” We laughed, which lead to hands touching, and lips gently gliding over one another. “Braxton, my dear son; I thought I heard your voice!” Embarrassed, we stepped far apart from one another. I bit my lower lip and watched as an older Braxton emerged from a secret passageway behind a bookcase. “Hey dad…this is Rachel.” He turned to face me and smiled, “You definitely know how to pick ‘em. Don’t let this guy go, he’s a good.” “I know; I have a hard time not thinking about him.” “Why don’t you settle it with a wedding?” He was silent, which scared the hell out of me, “Kidding! I’m sure he doesn’t want to scare you off.” “Dad,” Braxton could sense my insecurity, “There’s cake in the kitchen, seven tier,” and tried to dismiss his father from the room. When he was gone I wrapped my arms around Braxton and sighed. “I’m sorry you had to suffer through one of dad’s poor jokes.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed me tightly. “It’s alright. I think I already like your family better than mine.” That was a lie. I knew I liked his family WAY better than my own.

Before sunset I was able to see more of the property and meet the family pet, an Old English Sheepdog. When dinner came I was starved and my mouth was watering. I hadn’t had a home cooked meal in years, a good one. We sat down at the long wooden table filled with delicious looking food – poultry, vegetables, pasta, bread, and dessert. “I think they went all out for you,” he whispered in my ear, which earned us a long stare from his parents. All I could do was smile at them and sip on some ice water. Dinner was filled with laughter and a light atmosphere. For some odd reason, they felt like regular old people, not people with billions for days. It made me feel like I was home, like I belonged there with them. After dinner we piled into the theatre, theatre! Braxton and I took the back seats as his parents tried to find a good movie. In the end they settled on a James Bond movie. The whole entire time I rested on Braxton and didn’t mind one bit that he was rubbing my leg. Sure, it was odd but it didn’t bother me. By the time the movie ended it was near midnight. “You guys should stay, spend the night and then go back into the city after having breakfast…no objections!”

In the end, we ended up staying the night. I borrowed a t-shirt from Brax, as his mother likes to call him, and joined him in the large bed. “Night.” I pecked him on the cheek and turned over to turn off the light but Brax pulled me back towards him. “I love you. Have I ever told you that?” “No, but I don’t need to hear the words to know that you do.” I placed my glasses on the nightstand and closed my eyes. I heard him sighing, signaling that he wanted to do more. When I opened my eyes all I saw was a big ball of fur. “Night.” He laughed as he moved to the other side where he could be closer to me. “Night love.” “Love?” “I’ve got to show you my British side.” Yes, my father is British and married American trash, then divorced her – thank god. “Okay, night…love.”