One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 14

I stare at the document on the coffee table in front of the couch in my office. Jeff Thompson’s signature is on the document, as is my own, but there is one name missing. I have no idea whether or not Julia will sign it. If she doesn’t, Jeff Thompson will be looking for a new job soon. If she does, that still doesn’t guarantee I will finally get what I want. Which is her. She’s all I’ve wanted for months, and I am so close now to finally having her in my arms. But there is still a good chance she will turn me down, so as I wait for Springer to return with her to the office, I try to think about something else, anything else. It is difficult. I have presented thousands of contracts over the years, but this agreement is the only one that has ever had me feeling the way that I do now.

A buzz alerts me to the fact that Cindy has news for me. "Yes?" I call to her.

"Mr. Springer has arrived and is on his way to your office," she says over the speaker on my desk.

"Thank you," I say, and she hangs up.

I take some deep breaths and try to still my pounding heart. I need to keep a calm, cool mind if I am to be successful in this endeavor.

It seems like what I am doing is wrong. I have reasoned through it in my head and do not feel that way, not anymore, anyway. Perhaps some people would argue that I am trying to justify my actions, but considering what I have witnessed with Thompson and his wife, I feel I am helping her to realize she deserves much more than what she is currently getting. Thompson is a jackass who does not deserve someone like Julia. She is a beautiful, kind, intelligent creature who should be cherished, not knocked around and mistreated the way that her husband treats her now. If she agrees to spend the weekend with me, I will show her how wonderful life can be, how she deserves to be treated. In my heart, I am hoping she will decide she would rather be with me, that she will leave Jeff Thompson behind and spend the rest of her life with me, but even if she doesn’t want that, at least she will be treated like a princess for the weekend, and that is better than what she is experiencing now.

I take another look at the contract and then wander over to the window, looking out at all of the people hurrying about the office working. Thompson is back in his chair. His phone isn’t in his hand for once, and I’ve blocked all of the non-business websites on his PC, so he must be working, or at least, he is not spending his time on those inappropriate sites he normally would be frequenting. I doubt he can concentrate at the moment, though. He’d thought it was so funny when he signed his name to the agreement, warning me that it wouldn’t be whatever it was I had envisioned, that if Julia agreed at all, she wouldn’t live up to whatever my expectations were. Sometimes, he seemed to realize how lucky he was, and at other times, he seemed to belittle her to the point it seemed like there is no way he could possibly understand what a lucky son of a bitch he truly is.

There is a knock at the door. I brace myself, knowing it is Springer, and that he has Julia with him. My eyes travel back to Jeff Thompson, who has his back to me. He has no idea his wife has just entered the office, but he did know I was bringing her in to sign. Whatever happens in the next few minutes, his life will change forever.

And so will mine.