Billion Dollar Urge: A Billionaire Romance

by Jackson Kane

  “Hi, Honey. You're early,” came a voice behind a corner that looked to lead into the kitchen. Nicole's mother stepped into the modest living room, drying her hands on her apron. She wore a modest blue blouse with jeans and her hair, which was pulled back into a tight ponytail, was a darker shade of blond than her daughter's.

  Mary wore very little if any makeup. She had a mature, natural beauty and had all the same curves that Nicole had but the spaces in between were filled in more. She wasn't fat, just hearty. Nicole told me her mother ran a flower shop and a local farmers market on the weekends and had ten green thumbs instead of fingers.

  Nicole hugged her mother, then introduced me.

  “Hello, Mrs. Williams.” I bowed slightly, taking and kissing her hand. It was still moist and pungent from the preparation of dinner.

  “Oh,” Mary exclaimed, slipping her hand from my pursed lips. “That's not a good idea— The garbage disposal was clogged, I was just cleaning it...” Her voice quieted, awkwardly.

  “These are for you,” I said, straightening back up and fighting the urge to wipe my mouth. I was off to a rocky start but there were few things in life that flowers couldn't fix. “Nicole told me about your flower shop so I figured you might like these.”

  “Thanks.” Mary took the exquisitely wrapped bouquet tentatively. She studied them, separating a few of the white and yellow bulbs in her fingers, then asked, “Is this Japanese Barberry?”

  “Berberis thunbergii, yes.” I smiled, having committed the full names of the various types of flowers to memory on the flight over. I specifically asked my vendor for flowers that were uncommon in the US. I didn't want to buy Mary something that she was already growing in her shop.

  “Ah,” Mary smiled uncomfortably. “Thank you for the thought, they're very pretty, but I can't take them. Some of these are very invasive species and are technically illegal.”

  I could hardly conceal the look of disappointment on my face. When I got home, I was going to have a short, harsh conversation with my vendor. My frown deepened when I saw Nicole sharply raise her eyebrows and smirk in an I told you so expression.

  She was enjoying this.

  Nicole told me that her parents were hard to please and didn't like expensive or elaborate gestures. I rarely considered the actual cost of things so I hadn't given her warning much thought. The money was always just there—so, to me—the flowers and the whisky had only costed me the time it took to pick them out.

  “Where's Dad?” Nicole asked, deciding to put an end to the uneasy silence of my misstep. She took her jacket off and placed it on the coat rack, then hung mine as well.

  “He's outside getting wood for the fireplace,” Mary went back into the kitchen and took a temperature reading of the bird in the oven. “Dinner should be ready soon. Help yourself to a drink, if you'd like. Nicole, you know where everything is.”

  “I'll go give Jeff a hand with the wood.” I placed the bottle of eighty thousand dollar Glenfiddich single malt Scotch whisky on the table next to the envelope Nicole had brought in. The envelope was addressed to her father. I scanned it as I put my black overcoat back on. It was from the Harper Group, they handled acquisitions for their parent company.

  Were they trying to buy out her Dad's business?

  “Do you want me to come introduce you?” Nicole asked, breaking my concentration.

  “I'll be fine.” I kissed her on the cheek. “I need another crack at this ‘impressing the parents’ thing.”

  “It's an acquired skill, you'll get it... Hopefully.” Nicole said, with a wink and a smile. “Good luck. My mom was the easy one by the way...”

  When I walked out into the backyard I was greeted by the cutting wind as it whipped up little powder spirals off the mostly unbroken white sheet of snow that connected the main house and garage to the distant greenhouse. A grunt followed by an abrupt snap cracked the air.

  “You Myles?” The gruff voice echoed throughout the backyard, then was punctuated by an ax head splitting a log. Jeff wore only a sleeveless shirt, thick pants and heavy boots. Steam wafted off his thick arms, chest and gut.

  Jeff wasn't particularly tall, but he was a large man with the kind of build that came from a lifetime of heavy manual labor. He covered his baldness by shaving his head and wearing a faded green Breton cap. His bushy brown beard completed a look that would've allowed him to pass as a lumberjack or fisherman.

  “Yes, sir.” I made my way over to him and a pile of wood, my nice shoes crunched softly against the frozen snow. I extended a hand, but quickly pulled it back as he brought the ax down again, easily splitting another log.

  Jeff left the ax embedded in the stump and crushed my hand in a stony grip. I was no stranger to handshakes and was able to match his firmness, but the man's hand was rougher than chipped granite. It spoke volumes about his trade.

  “Read about you in the news,” Jeff said, his green eyes were the same color as Nicole's but a little lighter and much, much harder. It was difficult to get a read on the guy, his beard consumed the lower half of his face and most of his neck.

  “The fundraiser?” I asked, letting my lips start to curl in a proud smile. That was more like it, let us start on a high note and go from there. The first step in any new relationship was to build relatability and commonality. Nicole told me Jeff was into the whole community thing. “Yeah, that went really well. We raised a lot of money for—”

  “No,” he said, driving the ax into the stump to keep it out of the snow. “The sex tape with that princess.”

  “Oh,” I chuckled, nervously. “That was a long time ago.”

  “Six months a long time for you?” Jeff asked, bending down to pick up the wood pieces.

  “Feels like it. A lot has changed for me since I met Nicole.” I didn't get the feeling that he'd believe me even if I explained. Was this why Nicole wished me luck before I came out here? I decided to change tactics. “Can I give you a hand?”

  “Dunno.” Jeff palmed a large piece of wood and stacked it in his basket. “Doesn't look like you're dressed for hauling wood.”

  “Nicole tells me you have a woodworking shop downtown.” I changed the subject. I took off my fine leather gloves and loaded a few pieces into the basket. “You make and restore furniture, right?”

  “That's right.” Jeff grumbled, his tone was that of mild exasperation.

  The silence between us quickly became oppressive.

  “I noticed that letter on your table. Is everything going alright?” I groped at some way to continue the conversation. I didn't mind silence when it was on my terms. I was the one trying to impress him. This was one of the very few times that someone else was holding all the cards.

  All I wanted was for her parents to like me, why was this so damn tough?

  “Fine.” Jeff left it at that, then realized I was still looking at him and offered me a little more. “Just another soulless corporation. It's not the first time someone's tried to buy me out.”

  “The Harper Group is a subsidiary of Murrin International. I know the guy that owns that company, I could talk to him if you want. If it's a money thing I don't mind helping.”

  “I don't need your help and I sure as hell don't want your money.” With the basket full, Jeff stood up and looked directly at me. “That shop has been in my family for two generations. I'll be damned if I let some rich prick decide what happens to it. We Williams don't get pushed around and we don't take handouts.”

  Well that explains Nicole's resistance to me paying off all her debt. Nicole may be shy at times and often used humor to dissolve tension but she wasn't weak. She could be incredibly stubborn and needed to feel like she earned everything.

  It was hard to wrap my head around that concept. She had debt, I had money, what was the big deal? Sometimes it felt like I owned a pure fresh water lake and she was dehydrated on the shore, trying to save up money to buy a bottle of water.

  Meeting her parents and seeing their work ethic and mannerisms first hand
made me finally start to see why self-reliance mattered so much to her. It was something that was hard for me to fully understand, given my upbringing. I'd have to keep that in mind more. Nicole had so many nuances to her and I wanted to know all of them.

  This last month with Nicole really had changed me.

  “I feel like we started off on the wrong foot, Jeff.” I felt like I was at a serious disadvantage here, this wasn't at all how I wanted this to go. Why did he dislike me so much?

  “It's Mr. Williams.” He bristled in his rough tone as he ripped the ax out of the stump and put it back in the shed.

  OK. We'll play it like that, I thought. I could do formal.

  “I haven't always had the best press, Mr. Williams, but I'm working on that. My sister, Victoria, and I are in the process of opening a global charity foundation. It will be on par with the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation for reach and impact.”

  “Most nonprofit organizations are tax free ways to launder money.” Jeff snapped a glare at me. Then narrowed his eyes. “But yours will be different, right?

  “It wouldn't be like that. Hell, I wouldn't even take a salary, or rather I might and then donate that back to the cause. We're still talking with the lawyers to figure out how it will all work.” I caught myself trailing off. It was all still so complicated. I restarted my point, “I've changed. Nicole— Nicole has shown me a lot of things.” I paused, realizing that I chose my words poorly then quickly clarified. “About myself.”

  Jesus, was I babbling? That's not something I'd ever done before.

  “Nicole is a great girl.” I started over again. “I really like her.”

  “I love my daughter but she has bad taste in men. I don't want to see her hurt again.” Jeff hefted the bulging basket of chopped wood in one arm and began walking back to the house. “As far as your charity goes, I don't put much stock in best intentions or in what will be. Actions are all that matter.”

  He made it clear that this conversation was over.

  The heat of anger that swelled inside me staved off the howling wind and cold. I'd been called many things by many people, most of them were well deserved, and I never cared before. This time was different because he was important to someone who mattered to me. It bothered me that this man thought so little of me and didn't even know me.

  No way. I refused to let things between him and I end like this.

  “I'm not like that prick Tempest. I'm not using Nicole for anything,” I stated loudly with the authority of being back on stage and addressing hundreds of people. It was a tone that demanded acknowledgment. “Whether you can see it or not, I care about your daughter.”

  Jeff stopped and regarded me with a raised eyebrow. He looked me up and down, measuring my worth.

  “The only reason I allowed you to come here today was because of what I read about your parents,” Jeff's tone softened a bit. “They built their empire from nothing then gave a lot of money to a lot of worthy causes. I can respect that.”

  “Thanks.” I nodded. For someone who seemed to hate the rich, Jeff certainly did his homework. Finally, I found some common ground with the man! I could work with this. “I strive to—”

  “And now you have that empire.” Jeff interrupted, the softness drained from his voice. He let the pointed statement hang in the air like a deadly icicle above my head. “That publicity stunt aside, who've you helped with all that money?” He paused for a beat then continued, “Besides yourself.”

  Jeff's words stung a lot more than I was prepared for.

  I never claimed to be some fucking saint. I was eighteen when I inherited NYC's biggest hotel and half the Quill fortune. I was too absorbed in the next girl I wanted to fuck to ever give a shit about the greater good. I used to catch flak for that all the time from the media and from Victoria, but it always rolled right off me. I had the world by the balls, to hell with everyone else.

  But that wasn't me anymore.

  What had I done with all my wealth?

  “Listen, son, I'll cut right to it,” Jeff said, opening the storm door that lead into the back of his house. “If you came here looking for my approval to date my daughter, you don't have it.”

  Jeff walked in and let the door snap shut behind him, leaving me alone in the backyard. A lonely torrent of snow drifted by in a swirl on the cutting wind.

  I sighed. A plume of visible hot breath streamed from my mouth. “Well, fuck.”

  Chapter 12

  Nicole

  “We should get going.” I loaded the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. “Myles has to meet someone downtown.”

  The whole dinner was an awkward train wreck, but Myles showed a lot more resiliency than Tempest ever did around my parents. Tempest hadn't even made it to the eating part of the dinner before forcing me to take him home.

  “I'll go warm up the car. Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Williams.” Myles smiled disarmingly as he got off the couch. The high-culture propriety he used when he first arrived was long gone as he shook my parents’ reluctant hands. “It was an... illuminating experience.”

  Mom cleared her throat and casually pointed to the bouquet of flowers.

  “Ah, right.” Myles said, briskly picking them up off the table. His lips drew into a tight line. He was irritated but he concealed it well. “Illegal.”

  “You can take your fancy whisky too.” Dad grunted as he stirred the glowing embers in the hearth.

  “Dad!” I glared hard at him. The flowers were a bit of stretch but not accepting the Scotch was over the line. I've seen Dad drink Scotch before! He could throw it away for all I cared, but I wouldn't tolerate any more rudeness against Myles.

  “Leave it,” I told Myles, handing him his coat. “I'll be out soon, I just need to talk with my parents for a few minutes.”

  “Take your time.” Myles kissed me. It immediately unknotted my stomach. His kiss was such a simple gesture and it still filled me with butterflies. He nodded politely to my parents then left.

  I closed the door behind Myles then turned to my parents.

  “What is your problem?” I demanded. “Myles has been nothing but good to me. He didn't deserve to be attacked like that.”

  “Lower your voice, Nicole,” Mom replied.

  I hated when she did that. I wasn't yelling, my voice wasn't raised. The only thing that was different was the anger behind my tone and that wasn't going to change with patronizing commands like lower your voice.

  “No,” I said, defiantly getting louder. “He flew us all this way just to meet you. It wasn't even my idea! You've both been horrible to every one of my boyfriends and I'm sick of it.”

  “That's enough,” Dad roared, tossing another piece of wood into the fireplace. His glowering stare diffused as he walked over to me. Dad was mostly bluster, he could never stay angry at me. “Nicole, honey. You only have a few months left till you get your bachelor's degree. You'll be the first member of our family to ever graduate college, that's a big deal.”

  “That boy is only going to be a distraction. Just like your last boyfriend.” Mom, on the other hand, was cutting and painfully to the point. “Tempest was the reason you didn't make the Dean's list.”

  “I'm twenty-three years old. That's not your decision anymore.” Did I ever stop making this argument? My parents weren't bad people, they were just control freaks. Everything had to be their way. They always made me feel like such an angsty teenager.

  “Don't jeopardize everything you've worked for just because some handsome man came and swept you off your feet. You're smarter than that. You're not that same foolish girl, fresh out of high school that got caught up in all that—” Mom's face screwed up with disdain at the memory she couldn't even say out loud. “Business.”

  “That's it, Mom, maybe if you make me feel more like a whore I'll listen,” I said with feigned cheeriness. I was done with this. It was a mistake to come here. I didn't know why I thought this time would be any different. I jerked my jacket off the co
at rack, toppling it in the process and stormed for the door. “That business was a long time ago and I'd appreciate it if you stopped rubbing it in my face.”

  “Nicole!” Dad hollered.

  “Stop seeing Myles or we'll stop paying for your school.” Mom shouted.

  I hung there with the front door open, her words gave me pause. Replies scattered through my head like a shotgun blast but I couldn't bring myself to say any of them, instead I just walked out the door.

  To hell with them.

  I crunched angrily through the snow towards Myles's sports car. They were barely helping me cover my bills as it was. What would happen if they stopped sending me money completely?

  Said the girl dating the billionaire...

  Hey, Myles, would you mind paying my way through college? Shit, why stop there? I could use a new car and I've always wanted a yacht!

  The thought made me sick. I knew it was nuts, but I just wasn't raised that way. Even as a little girl my parents drilled into my head that nothing was ever free. Free things always came with strings attached.

  My parents weren't even giving me money, it was a loan, granted an interest-free one, but a loan nonetheless. That wasn't even an option originally, but they stepped in and offered after I got myself in a little trouble trying to pay for my freshman year.

  “Everything alright?” Myles asked as I stepped into the warm car. He had one of those cars where the door opened up kind of like the DeLorean from the Back To The Future movie.

  I loved it.

  “Yeah,” I lied. He saw that I needed some time to organize my thoughts before I could talk to anyone about them. Myles wordlessly threw it in drive and started taking us toward downtown Chicago.

  A few days after he clumsily asked me out, Myles offered to pay any bills I had. He even joked that he'd buy the college just to erase my debt if I kept telling him no. The ironic thing was that all the money he raised at his Christmas party wouldn't be available for students until the September semester, and by then I'd have already graduated, hopefully!