Falling For The Billionaire Heir

“Don’t worry, Evelyn,” Becky said. to her boss at the office the next day. “I’ll have it finished tonight after dinner.” They were working on some documents and Becky needed to leave. It was already fifteen minutes after the closing time.

“That’s okay,” Evelyn said, trusting her to do it. “Make sure to inbox me with a copy anytime you finish up.”

“Okay, boss.” Becky stood up. They both smiled. “See you tomorrow.” “Yeah,” Evelyn said, with her eyes still glued to the computer screen. Becky walked to the door and let herself out of her boss’ office.

She walked to her office and started returning the files on her desk into the cabinet when her phone rang. Her face twisted into a silly smirk, seeing that it was her friend Owen. She was going to meet up with him for an early dinner. She swiped across the phone screen.

“Hi, Owen.”

“Hello,” he called out a breezy greeting. “I hope you are already on your way down here, Pumpkin?”

“Actually,” she rolled her eyes as if she was there with him. “I’m getting ready to leave the office right now.” She told him.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Oooh-kay,” he drawled, “I’m there already, waiting for you, Miss. Workaholic.”

“Okay, see you soon, buddy,” she said, and they ended the call. She picked up her bags and left.

She arrived at the restaurant eighteen minutes later and took the seat across from Owen.

“You look good as always,” he complimented her and smiled at her.

“Thank you,” she said. “You are not looking bad yourself.” She said with her sweet smile.

The waiter approached their table and extended the menu to Owen. “Let the lady go first,” he said.

Becky collected and perused the menu. She looked up at the waiter, “I will have creamy garlic chicken with mashed potatoes and a glass of sweet red wine, please.”

The waiter wrote on the jotter in his hand.

Becky gave the menu to Owen. He only collected it and returned it to the waiter. “I will have the same with the lady. Bring us a bottle of sweet red wine instead of two glasses.”

The waiter nodded and noted the details down before he went away.

“So, you are going away tomorrow?” Becky folded her hands on the table. “I’m going to miss you so much, Owen.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” he said and meant it. Owen and Becky had been best friends since 6th grade. They were a group of four friends, with him being the only guy.

Lily and Ava, the other two ladies, had both married after college and now lived in Germany and Oklahoma, respectively. Her communication with the ladies had dwindled over the years due to distance and other circumstances.

“You know why I have to leave,” he leaned back in his seat with a grimace.

“I understand,” she said with a stiff smile.

Owen was still mourning the loss of his parents. He lost them within the space of two years and it was still so painful for him to bear. Being an only child, he was so close to them. He thought moving away for now was the best for him. Luckily, the oil company he was working for was putting up a project in Spain, which would last for three years. He applied to be part of it and his request was granted.

Their food came, and they dug into it right away.

“Have you been able to close the deal on the house?” Becky asked after a while.

He had been living in his parents’ house since they passed. Now he wanted to sell it off.

“Hmmm,” he drank some water. Tracy still hasn’t moved out of the apartment at the back.

“Oh I see,” she nodded.

“Though I’ve got a prospective buyer, I can only hope the couple can wait until she finds an apartment.”

“I’m sure another buyer will come if they can’t wait.” She said after chewing up the chicken she just put it in her mouth. “The house is beautiful and in a choice area. Those are the things that sell houses faster.”

“Yes, you are right,” he topped up his wine and picked the glass up. “I was hoping you were gonna come with Mr. Blake. One can hardly see you these days without him.” He said with a hint of humor before he took a gulp of his drink.

A blush rose on Becky’s face. “He’s busy tonight with work stuff.”

Colin grinned. He enjoyed teasing her.

“I’m so happy you met a man like Colin,” he said. “He’s so smitten by you. Unlike that loser, Felix.”

Becky just looked on, wearing a beautiful, cheerful smile. Owen was a big pillar of support to her after Felix’s disappointment.

A few moments later, Becky sipped her wine and set the glass on the table, asking, “so what’s going to happen now…with Tracy?…I mean between the two of you?”

She knew both of them had been in a no strings attached kind of relationship since he moved into his parents’. Tracy had been his parents’ tenant before they passed.

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “I can’t give her what she wants.” He sighed and leaned back in his seat.

Tracy always demanded commitment from him, but he couldn’t give her what he didn’t have. Though she wanted more, she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off him in the last two years. She had even dropped the hint over and over since he decided to relocate, that she was ready to uproot herself and follow him, only if he gave her assurances. Being a writer, she can do her work anywhere.

“You can’t or you don’t want to?” Becky’s voice snapped him back to the present.

“You know me, pumpkin.” He inhaled sharply.

Yes, she did. He had never been in a serious relationship. He just prefers casual relationships without commitments or drama, as he used to say.

“Why are you not serious about settling down, Owen? Your folks desired that much for you.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment before he said, “I guess my heart is not made for commitments.”

She stared at him open-mouthed, at a loss for words. They’ve discussed the topic severally. And each time, he tries to outsmart her.