Falling For Mr Billionaire || Book 1 ✔

Chapter 6

Benjamin's POV

"If I were you, I would get away from my son before I teach you some manners, old man," I said, crossing my arms, angry at that father for bullying a small kid who was younger than his own son. I wonder where this kid's father is.

I walked over and stood next to the boy, who looked exactly like someone I knew. He looked so familiar. God, I wonder where I've seen him. I swear I've seen his picture somewhere. Maybe I know his parents. I have a feeling I'm not going to like who he is. And I know that whenever I have a feeling like that, it turns out to be true.

So many people look alike in this world. I'm sure I don't know him.

"Is everything alright, gentlemen?" a woman, who I think must be the teacher, came in just in time before I beat this old man up. He should thank his lucky stars that I didn't.

"Maybe if you did your job right, everything would've been alright," I replied, with my arms still crossed. Who in their right mind leaves a kid alone with the other kid he was fighting with and his father? Even an idiot would know not to leave them alone.

"Pardon?"

I know she heard me the first time, but what I don't like is repeating myself, so I just walked away. Before I could, a kid grabbed my hand.

"What do you want, kid?"

Those eyes. God, those blue eyes. He looks just like someone I know. I've seen him somewhere, maybe in a picture. I should stop thinking about him, or I'll lose my mind.

He looks familiar. That's it. He can't be related to me.

"Please stay."

The kid asked me, but it didn't sound like he was just asking. He was pleading, with tears in his eyes.

Before I could utter a word, he added, "I don't have a father."

Everyone knows I don't give a fuck about anything, and I don't have feelings. But seeing this kid, something inside me changed. I don't know what this feeling is, but I do know it's something I wouldn't like. Before I could think, I had already agreed. I had already said the words before I even knew it.

"Okay. Just for today," I replied without thinking.

Shit, why did I have to come to this school today of all days? Now I'll be late for my meeting.

"There is my desk," he said, pointing to the front of the classroom.

I remember when I was at school. I always sat at the front until third grade. Then I started sitting at the back because the teachers were boring, and I always used to sleep in class, especially on Wednesdays.

"Come on, then."

As he sat down, I preferred to stand, and just like that, he started looking at me. This feeling I have seems to come back every time he looks at me. Something about this boy seems off. Maybe I'll stay until he's about to go home so I can see if I know his mother. But I would've known if he were related to someone I know.

"What's your name?"

The boy stared at me. Neither of us was paying attention to what the teacher was saying.

"Momma said don't tell your name to strangers. I—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off.

"My name is Benjamin, and it's fine. You don't have to tell me your name."

Before he could say anything, the teacher walked over to us.

"I don't see you painting, Elijah. And Mr. Carson, can I have your attention, please?" she said, flirting with me, but I didn't care about that. I cared about how the fuck she knew I was a Carson. I always donated stuff to this school, but I didn't know they knew me. I hadn't even introduced myself yet. Could she have seen pictures of me in magazines? Yeah, that must be it. Why the fuck am I overthinking things today?