Billionaire's One Desire (Formerly 'His Love? Or His Obsession?' )

Part 1- Reminiscing

Third Person's POV

Christopher sits at the bar, with this hands propping his head up high, as he rests his elbows on the pavement facing the bartender. Still lost in thoughts, as his mind replays the scene from two months ago....

Flashback...

George Vicker lays down on his bed, stretching out his hand to a fuming, yet teary Chris. Mustering all the strength he could, with tears in his eyes, he looked up at his son, whom he so wanted to embrace.
"Christopher, you have to forgive me please,  you have no idea how much I wanted to tell you about this... Please... Forgive me son.. Forgive me!!.." he sobbed weakly.
"Son?!... Son?!..  You call me SON now?!" he fumed,  pacing back and forth. "For twenty seven years , you have no idea how much I longed to hear someone call me that!.. How long have you known hmm? How long have you kept this secret from me? "
His father blinks twice as tears stroll down his eyes "Two years after I found you, I.. "
"Two years?! " Chris interrupted. "You've carried this secret with you for twenty solid years yet you couldn't tell me huh?!". The whole staff in the mansion began to approach the closed door as they heard all the rants from their heated conversation.

"I don't remember eavesdropping being part of your resumés when you all applied to work here. " Matthew, the mansions butler reprimanded as he shocked the household staff with his sudden appearance.
"Sorry...We...Sir... I.. He...We weren't.." they all stuttered.
"Enough!" he ordered as he approached the door, placing his right hand on the knob when he suddenly stopped to look back at them.  "And what are you fools still waiting for? Flash this instant! " he shouted and just like that, they all disappeared. Matthew, a man in his early sixties, was a jovial but no-nonsense butler who gave others without being questioned , one look at his short yet robust physique and you'd see his personality written all over him.

"Believe me son!  I wanted to.. So much.. I just couldn't do it, no matter how much I wanted to, my pride just wouldn't let me.. Please..son...please! " George sobbed.
"Don't call me son! You didn't tell me I was your son, because you couldn't stand the fact that a commoner like me..an ordinary mechanic who came from the common people, IS YOUR SON! " Chris shouts as he takes the flower vase on the table and smashes it on the ground, alerting Matt who had been listening all this while behind closed doors and contemplating entering or giving them the required privacy, to do something before things got out of hand. He steps in immediately, trying to calm Chris down. "Christopher that's enough now, please, you can see how much he's hurting.. Come on now son.. Please.. " Matt pleads as he guides him beside a chair in the room to sit.
"Let him be Matthew..... I deserve whatever he throws at me.." George says while coughing badly .
"And my mother?..  What did you do to her? Chris asks, angrily and wearily looking at him from the chair.
"When your mother told me about the pregnancy, I felt.. I felt it was impossible, that I was being tricked... Ever since I was young, the doctors told me I wouldn't be able to have children because of an accident I had then... You have to understand my reasons too son.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry".
"you have no idea how much she had to struggle. All the late nights she had to work, just so she could put food on our table... It was hard.. Really hard," Chris cried. "I might have been little, but I remember being kicked out by my grandparents, they all give up on us.. You all did, they thought the worst of my mum.. "
"I understand son, that's why I want to make it up to you.  I'm going to make it up to you. Matthew, have you.. *coughs * contacted my lawyers?"
"Yes master, I've done as you asked "
"Very well then, let it be known to everyone.. Including all my staffs in the company and here in the mansion.. I want it to be know to the public, the media,  the press... That I'm handing over all my assets to him, everything I have is now his.. Tell them I elect him as my new CEO" George announced.
"I don't need your money! "Chris stated while standing and attempting to walk out.
"Please son, that's the least I can do.. It  could give me some sense of peace in my grave...*coughs weakly * Call Mr. Peter Myers, his contact can be found in my phone book, it's in my second drawer.. He'll explain things better to you.. " he stated, coughing continously.
"Who's Peter? " Chris asked turning his head back without fully facing him on his feet.
"My... My old...my old friend who.. Who told me about you, he... *coughs* he.. *coughs loudly * he knew your... Mother " George concluded before rolling his eyes back and shutting them finally.
"Master?..  Master? "Matthew called while rushing to his bed. "Master?! "
"Mr.Vicker?..Mr Vicker?!!..Master? "Chris called also rushing to his bed. "Master.. Mr.Vicker?!.. Father!! Father!!!.. No no no no no... You can't do this to me now dad! " Chris pleads. "Matthew quick! Please!.. Call 911! Get help!" Chris ordered while cradling him and checking his impulses. "Dad.. Please don't do this.. No.. You can't do this! Not now when I need you the most... Not now.. Now that I've found you.. I'm sorry dad.. Please... Dad.. Don't leave me too.. Dad!!!..... "