Falling For The Billionaire Heir

“Dear, let’s go home,” Darin pleaded, looking into Helen’s eyes two days later.

“I thought you said you would spend four days?” Helen asked.

“I couldn’t concentrate,” he replied. “I have to call for someone to come and replace me.”

“I told you before you traveled I needed time to think,” she said. “I still need to be alone. It’s just two days. Give me some time.”

A dreadful fear went through him. “Please, let’s talk now and settle everything now,” he reached for her hand. “I want to take you home tonight.”

Helen said nothing. Silence stretched between them. He wondered if she really wanted to be alone for some time or if she was trying to break up with him. He didn’t want Helen to leave him.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I already told you we can take as much time as you want before we have babies. Just come back home.”

“You can’t force or cajole me Darin,” she moved to the edge of the sofa. “I will only return when I want to. I still want to be alone for some time, please.”

“You can have your privacy at home,” he moved his hand to her lap. “I can stay in one of the spare rooms and you can be in our bedroom and take all the time you want to think. I want this marriage to work, please.”

Helen shoved his hand away and stood up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said over her shoulder as she walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

Darin cast his mind back to his first marriage. He and Rachel, his ex-wife, met at the university. They were both in the same class. They became friends instantly from the very first time they saw each other. And they gradually metamorphosed into lovers.

They got married the second week after graduation, and their firstborn arrived eleven months after.

Their marriage was fantastic at the beginning. But after their second child arrived three years into the marriage, everything changed.

They were both building their careers, with his wife juggling between being a career woman and a mother. She had little time left for her to be a wife.

Darin’s position at work at the time required that he travel out of town at least three days a week. That also affected their marriage.

On their fifth wedding anniversary, they had a very serious talk. They both agreed they had to be intentional about their marriage and decided they should go for counseling. They did, but nothing came out of it.

A year later, they agreed to end their marriage. It was going nowhere; nothing was working even with their best efforts.

The divorce badly hurt him so much. He never believed their marriage could just pack up like that with the way they both loved each other dearly at the beginning.

He thought no other woman could catch his attention again, especially because of another unpleasant experience he had in his first attempt to remarry.

The blaring of a car honk brought him out of his reverie. He stood up and walked into the room. “What do you want to think about, that you can’t do at home?”

He sat beside her on the bed and curved his arm around her waist, “please, talk to me. What is really going on apart from this baby and contraceptive issue?”

“It’s personal,” she said. “I don’t even know how to make you understand how I feel now.” She exhaled sharply as if saying it out had sapped all her energy.

He tightened his arm around her. “Please, don’t leave me,” he breathed his fear out loud. “Whatever you want me to do, I will do. I need you in my life.” He took a deep breath.

“You know how much I love you.” he turned her face and kissed her with hunger, devouring her lips with feral needs. He needed her. His body yawned for that which only she could give him.

She leaned closer to him. He felt a tremor in his body and he deepened the kiss. His hand moved to unbutton her blouse, but she stopped him.

“Stop,” she whispered and pushed his hand away. “Go home and rest,” she moved away from him. “I have the whole of tomorrow to rest,” he protested and moved closer to her. He kissed her again.

“It’s late,” she said as her eyes caught the time on the wall clock. He was just coming from the airport. “Go home and rest.”

I will pass the night there.”

“No, you can’t,” she stood up. “Go!” “I am not allowed to have visitors overnight,”

“Is this a kind of high school hostel?” He stood up too, clearly frustrated at what she was doing to him. “Okay, can I come tomorrow?”

“If you like,” she said offhandedly. He let out a frustrated groan. “I will see you tomorrow.”

She nodded.

“I will see you tomorrow,” he smiled and tickled her cheek. And then left.

Helen heaved a sigh of relief. She immediately went to take her bath and climbed into bed. She was tired.

Her phone rang on the nightstand as she was about to doze off. She ignored it at first, thinking it must be Darin.

When it started raining again, she reached for it and realized it was Mitchell. She swiped her finger across the screen. “Hi Mitchell”

“Hi,” Mitchell replied from the other end. “I am sorry. I’m calling you this late. Hope I didn’t wake you up?” “Not at all. Is everything okay?”

”Yes, I’m good. I just want to remind you of Kenny’s birthday the day after next.” “Oh dear,” Helen muttered. “Thank you for the reminder. I have forgotten.”

She and the other girls from her class who now live in New York city usually celebrate each other’s birthdays together.

“It’s at the Yellow Cottage Restaurant, don’t forget,” Mitchell told her.

Helen asked if she should bring anything along with her.

“No,” Mitchell said. “The money we contributed covered everything.”

“That’s alright. See you on Thursday then.”

“Yeah, Thursday and have a good night.”

“You too.”

They both cut the lines off.