Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

I WILL GET A BOYFRIEND IN DECEMBER, MUM

My mum and I laughed like we never fought in the past, as though we had never once been so mad at each other we swore to never speak again. The walk from our garage to the house was a long one, but my family loves taking it cause it’s a time to talk and just enjoy the cool air.

After much talking and laughing, my mum and I fell into a comfortable silence, leaving each other to her thoughts. Mine was wine. I wanted to get drunk. I wondered what my mum was thinking of. Did she want to get drunk too? Obviously not. My mum was still so prim and proper.

We were entering the house now, and I was starting to feel weak. I wanted to change from the horrible clothes I was wearing. I didn’t have much time to pick something good to wear since I was in a hurry in the morning.

Men fought over you even with these clothes.

I don’t want to remember all the drama.

“Baby, why not move in with us? We miss you. And there’s a man we would like to introduce you to. You will have to marry him if you can’t show us your boyfriend.”

“Mum, what!”

“That’s what I and your father have decided.”

Men! Men! Men! Can someone talk about something else?

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face my mum. “Mum, why would you and Das make such a decision without telling me.”

My mum tried to touch my hand to calm me down, but I quickly moved back. “Mum!”

“Samantha, you are already twenty-three. I know you are mad at me, but think about it. You’ve never brought a man home. Don’t you want to get married? I promise that the man we found for you is perfect.”

“I don’t need a perfect man, Mum! I need to find my own person by myself. I am not doing all that arranged marriage shit! Absolutely not! Please count me out!”

“So you are not ready to get married?” My mum asked. She sounded upset, but I just knew it was a way to blackmail me emotionally.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Mothers!

“I don’t think I’m ready, Mum,” I said more quietly, almost in a whisper.

My heart was racing hard now. I didn’t want to be those girls forced into getting married to a man they didn’t know or they didn’t love. I didn’t want to get married now, either. Not when my head is still so all over the place, and I don’t even know what I wish for now, especially when I’ve not achieved my dreams of owning my school yet.

“You never liked going out, Samantha. You always stayed home, avoiding boys and the world when you were younger. So your Dad and I just want to help__”

“Well…” I tried to say something. But my mum did have a point. The Samantha she knew didn’t like going out to parties and drinking; she didn’t have many friends, and she hated boys. Samantha changed in college like my brother, but my mum didn’t know that.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” my mum asked casually, trying to hide the curiosity in her voice. “If you do, you can bring him home for dinner. Then your father and I can see that we don’t need to get you a man.”

“Of course not”, I answered almost immediately. “I don’t have a boyfriend. You know me, mum, always the good girl. If I do, you will be the first to know.”

“But I am going to have someone soon. Very soon.” I lied, smiling. My mum looked at me like she knew I was lying through my teeth.

“I hope soon is soon enough….” Her voice trailed off.

“I will get one soon!” I whine, wrinkling my nose. “I will,” I repeat.

I didn’t want to tell her about the new men in my life because I wasn’t even sure of any of them yet. I didn’t trust Julian; I didn’t think we could last. I didn’t even feel connected to him in any way except sexually and because he was Holland’s father. I thought that he didn’t feel the connection, too. At least not yet.

We were both using each other for different reasons.

He tried to fight for you, Samantha!

But he hurt me while at it.

You hurt him first! I think he likes you.

But Damien?

My mother dropped the topic when she realized I was entering my shell.

Maybe I did like Julian a bit…

“I am worried about you, Samantha.” My mum said.

“Common, I am a big girl already, mum. I would be 24 soon, remember?” I said playfully, hitting her shoulder.

“So, are you ok with staying single?” my mum asks after a whole minute. There is still nervousness in her voice, and I want to wash it off.

“Mum, I will get a man before December,” I say, smirking. “Your princess is now the queen, not a Queen, the queen, and she can handle anything. Trust me, I will be fine.”

“A man in seven months does sound impossible. But I trust you.”

“Yea. So tell Dad to back off from getting me a man. You too!”

“OK, ok. I will.” My mother said, raising her hand in surrender. Then she smiled, “You sure you don’t want me to help you get a man.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “OK, ok. I get you.” She said, chuckling.

“Baby, you are going to spend some time with me before you go to your room, right?” My mum said after a while.

“But mum, I’m so tired.”

“It’s been so long since you’ve come home. You wouldn’t even be here if not for Elijah.”

I looked back at Elijah, shooting him daggers through my eyes. He had been silently walking behind us so I wouldn’t remember his betrayal.

“OK, mum. I’ll spend some time with you before I sleep.” I wanted to just retire to my room, but I couldn’t fight with her anymore, especially when she started to play the mother card. I just gave up.

“Mum, you know I must go to work early tomorrow, right?” I asked as the butler greeted me. I waved at him and walked into our vast living room.

“Yes. I know, baby. But I won’t keep you up.” She said.

We both collapsed on the couch, and my mum updated me about our favourite soap opera. It was all I needed to get my mind off my worries.

I mouthed a thank you to Elijah, who sat on the couch across from us.

I was engrossed in my mum’s discussion until my phone beeped. It was a text message from Julian. I quickly opened it.

You are no more Holland’s Nanny. Stay with Damien!