Unspoken Love With Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 7

~~~~~~~~~~~~Samantha~~~~~~~~~~~~

I couldn't sleep the whole night as my mind was clustered with the thoughts of Oliver and Julianne. No matter how good at heart you try to be and sacrifice your one true love, it still haunts you, fills your mind with self doubts and fear. Your heart feels so heavy in your chest that you could not breathe. Your body refuses to support you physically, your mind abandons your wit.

One moment I was being determined enough to do everything possible to make Oliver happy by arranging the best possible proposal for him and Julianne, but the next moment I was becoming weaker and about to give up. I wanted to call Oliver and cry my heart out to him. To tell him that I love him, and I can't see him with anyone else.

At around 8 in the morning Oliver called. I was not expecting a call from him as he was supposed to be in Paris today. He cancelled his trip to Paris and wanted to see me urgently. That too, not at his office but at some fancy restaurant. What could be the reason. He didn't explain anything. In fact he insisted on me taking the cab which he is sending.

"God Samantha, why do you always have to do that. I am not going to kidnap you, if you are thinking so. I am sending the cab. No more further questions." My heart skipped a beat when I heard my first name from his mouth for the first time. I didn't argue anymore.

I took a long hot shower to relax myself and then picked up one of my favourite casuals, jeans and t shirt, folded my hair up in a messy bun and packed my laptop and left. I didn't feel like eating anything. I just couldn't. As I moved out of the building I saw a black Audi parked at the front and then a man who seemed familiar came out of the car and opened the back door for me. God he is Max, Oliver's driver. He sent his own driver to pick me up. What is he Upto.

I immediately climbed in and he closed the door behind me. I was nervous. I opened my laptop to recheck the checklist I had prepared yesterday. I had no idea of how rich people do everything. I just knew that considering his and Julianne's status it had to be grand. That is what I kept in mind while choosing the hotel room, the jewellery shop and everything else.

I reached the restaurant in half an hour. My eyes popped out of my sockets when I saw the grand entrance of the restaurant. It was the most luxurious and beautiful restaurant I had ever seen in my entire life. Everything in there was rich, luxurious and grand. Furniture was so clean and white that I feared I would spoil it if I sat on it. I could feel the people around me watching me with disgust. With my over used blue bag and faded jeans anyone could have easily figured out that I don't belong here. Rich people have a peculiar sense of smell. They can sniff out the poor.

Avoiding everybody's staring eyes I entered inside and took a seat at the corner most cubicle and sat down. I checked my watch, it was already 10 and Oliver was still not here. I was so uncomfortable here that I wanted to run. To reduce my anxiety I started checking my Facebook page on my cellphone. But then I felt that someone is watching me. I looked up and saw Oliver staring at me. He lost control as he saw me and started coughing as he approached me. He was wearing a white t shirt and a blue jeans as well. My lower jaw dropped to the ground to see him in casuals. His white t shirt was complementing his greek godly physique. I was awestruck by his charisma.

"Er.... Hello Sir. Sorry I didn't notice that you are in." I managed to spill some words out of my mouth to avoid anymore embarrassment.

Then as we sat I presented the checklist which I had prepared. I even asked him if he liked it. Although he said yes but his words did not match his eyes. I could see sadness in his eyes.

And then he said that Julianne will be coming tomorrow instead of next week. This was another bomb which he dropped on me. My whole world was crumbling in front of me and that too not at a slow pace. It was fast and furious. I felt as if a very powerful tsunami hit me on the face and started drowning me deep. And I could not breathe and no matter how hard I was flapping my arms and legs the water was pulling me deeper and deeper. I was about to explode. I just couldn't take all this anymore.

"No issues Sir. I'll do that. So, I'll be leaving now as there are so many things to be done." I immediately stood up to leave but then he stopped me and grabbed my arms.

"No you can't leave now." He said almost like a child.

"But Sir... ", I couldn't speak any further. My brain was blocked by the sensation I was getting from his warm touch.

"Miss Ryan, I did not get a chance to have my breakfast. And I am sure you didn't get it either. So, it's better that we have our breakfast here and then you can accompany me for the shopping as I need to buy the proposal ring." He said releasing my arm. I wanted him to keep holding it but I pulled it back as he released my arm.

"And don't worry about the booking. I'll get it done by Christine", he said almost pleading. It felt as if he was trying to find an excuse to make me stay. But why? He is going to propose another girl tomorrow and he is taking me to buy a ring for her. Why me. Why can't he ask anyone else. I know I am his PA, but this is too personal. This just doesn't feel right.

"Er.. All right Sir", but I have had my breakfast. So, you have your own I'll wait." I said. I was in no mood to have breakfast. I would have thrown up if I had eaten anything.

"Coffee?", he asked out of courtesy.

I nodded in response. But was surprised to see him order the same coffee as me. He always drinks expresso. Then why did he order a coffee of my taste. But I didn't ask. I was too mad at him to even talk.

"Samantha, you don't have to call me Sir when we are alone. I'll prefer Oliver. Alright?" He asked. Why?

"Yes Sir", I replied without looking at him.

"OK Ma'am"

"Sir!"

"Yes Ma'am"

"I... I mean Ol... Oliver", god he was teasing me. I saw him smiling.

Why is he being so informal and friendly. Why now?

I drank my coffee in silence and he kept staring at me the whole time. God only knows what he is upto and why is he behaving so different.

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