Falling For The Billionaire Heir

“Fall wedding, uh?” Mrs. Blake scowled her face at her son.

It was Friday late evening, the day after Colin and Becky returned from Miami. When he told both his parents during dinner last night that he asked Becky to marry him, his mom didn’t utter a word. It was only his father who showed his excitement about the good news.

Mrs. Blake just sat down, looking forlorn, as if her son were giving them some bad news. His father later advised him to find some time to talk with her alone later.

So when he returned from work and found her out on the patio, reading a soft sell magazine and enjoying iced tea and her favorite gingersnaps biscuits. He joined her. Though it was almost seven at night, his mom enjoyed having her tea any hour of the day or night.

Colin and Becky had agreed before they left Miami that they would hold the wedding during the fall in December, which was just three months away.

“Mommy!” Colin drawled and reached for a piece of biscuits. “What is wrong with a fall wedding?” He broke the biscuit in two and popped one half into his mouth, smiling at his mother.

“Don’t you mommy me!” Mrs. Blake wagged a finger at her son. “You know, I rarely ask you to do anything for me. Why can’t you do this for me?”

A maid brought a bottle of water he requested for and a glass cup and placed them on the coffee table. She wanted to open the bottle, but he stopped her. “Thank you, Beatrice,” he smiled kindly into the middle-aged woman’s face. “I will do it.”

The maid nodded.

“Son, you have made me so sad,” she said after the maid left. She dropped the magazine on the side table beside her and also removed her glasses. “And I am sure I can’t get over it.”

“Mom, what are you saying?”

“I say that it’s a shame you are going to marry a commoner when you have a better option in Debbie.”

“Mommy, I can’t marry a woman I don’t love just to please you happy mom,” he dropped the other half of the biscuit back onto the plate. “I am the one that is going to live with the woman I’m going to be married to, not you.”

“If you set your heart on loving Debbie, you would have fallen in love with her now.” She shot back at her son. “Love is action. It’s what you desire to do!”

“It doesn’t always work out like that.” “Is that what you are going to say?” She retorted.

“Yes mom,” he took a deep breath. “That is what I am going to say. Why can’t you just be happy for me and accept my choice?”

“No,” she raised a finger. “You can’t force me to accept your choice when you refuse to accept mine.”

“We are talking about who I want to spend the rest of my life with here.”

“And I am asking you to spend the rest of your life with a better choice.” She jutted her chin at him. “Don’t you get it?”

“Is that it?” He stood up, shoved his hands in his pocket, and leaned against the glass railing. “Are you saying my happiness is not your priority, mom?”

“You can say whatever you like, Colin Blake.” She stood up too and squinted her eyes. “You can marry her. Just know that I will not accept her. I will not love her.!”

“Mom?”

“Yes,” she threw both hands in the air. “After all, you are an adult. Go ahead.” With that, she stumped away in anger.

He watched in utter disbelief as she left after saying those hurtful words that she would never accept or love Becky. He picked up his car key and went to his car angrily.

After he had been driving around their estate for over ten minutes, he stopped his car.

Colin sighed and closed his eyes for several minutes, rolling his neck on his head before he rested back in the car seat. He just left the house without a destination in mind. He needed to clear his head.

He started the car again after five, deciding to go to a nearby club for a drink.

Colin walked into the VIP lounge of the nightclub a little over ten minutes later.

“Hey, my man!” He called out a greeting to the bartender and hopped on a stool opposite the man.

“Hey bros,” the friendly guy said. “It’s been a long time. Did you travel?”

“No,” Colin rested his elbows on the tall table. “It’s work, my man.”

Though he wasn’t much of a regular there, he was still familiar with a few of the staff. He only goes there whenever he needs to have a drink alone.

“I see. You look stressed,” the bartender said. “I know what you need.”

Colin nodded and looked on as he mixed the drink for him.

“Enjoy,” the bartender placed a tall glass in front of him.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Colin took a sip of the drink. The taste of the lime in it hit the right spot on his palate. He smiled and tilted the glass up towards the guy. “This is nice.”

He gave Colin a thumbs up and turned away to attend to a man who had just arrived.

“Hi handsome,” a lady came to sit on the empty stool beside Colin and flashed him a smile and her ample bosom. “Hi handsome,” she repeated her greetings when he did not respond.

“Hello,” he jerked his head towards her and glanced away. Making it obvious that he wasn’t interested.

“You look lonely.” She rubbed the back of his neck. “Can I keep your company for the night?”

He took the rest of his drink in a gulp and placed the glass cup on the talk table.

“Cathy baby!” The bartender hailed the girl.

Colin brought out his wallet. He counted some notes, which he placed under the glass cup. He gave the bartender a mock salute and walked out to his car outside.

Colin took out his phone from his pocket when he got into his car and called Becky to tell her he was on his way to her house.