The Billionaire’s Games (The Billionaire’s Obsession 2)

Entering the apartment building which was located right in Tokyo central I nearly slipped and fell seeing how fancy the place was. Black marble tiles, a big front desk with two attendants. The women both bowed in greeting as we entered. Evan told me to stay put as he headed to the front desk. He came with two keys, handing me my key. We took the elevator to the fifteenth floor, our apartments at the end of the hall located right across each other. When I opened the door to mine Evan barged right in which startled me.

“Go ahead, make yourself at home.”

“Chris said he got things ready. I’m just making sure.” He told me as he turned on the TV, “That works.” He around the coffee table and held up a card, “And the password to your WIFI, you’re good to go.” He walked past me, heading toward the door, “Get some rest, we’ll meet tomorrow morning to have breakfast together with Chris.”

As he closed the door behind him I let out a relieved sigh, it was good to have a place of my own for the next three months. Nick was generous and I wouldn’t let him down. I told him I’d be honest about my experience here, but that didn’t mean I would try hard to get as much material online as possible. Pictures and blog posts, everything I could do on my end, maybe even a vlog for the website. Going over the list of things I could do for Nick I turned my phone back on, startled by how many messages I had. A few from my girlfriends, but most of my parents asking me about the guy I had a picture with. Sighing I called my dad even though it was around eight in the morning. I’m sure he was already up and at work, but I didn’t care. I needed to set some things straight, not liking the messages he left me.

“Dad.” I said once he answered his phone, “I do not appreciate the things you messaged me.”

“Then it’s not true? You didn’t drop everything just to hook up with some guy in Tokyo?”

Hearing him speak that way to me made the tears well up, but I refused to cry. I was allowed to live my life the way I wanted to. They had no right to make me feel inferior.

“I’m doing my job, I didn’t drop everything to hook up with some random guy. But even if I did, it would still be my life, you have no right to judge me for it.”

Again he wasn’t actually listening to me. Just ready to pick a fight with me because I didn’t choose the path he wanted me to take. Now he was hating on everything I did. I didn’t even understand how he saw that picture. Probably my mother showed him. She had no opinion of her own, always siding with him. I didn’t understand why I even tried to stay in touch with them. All we ever did was fight and end the conversation on a bad note.

“Then who is the guy?”

“A friend.”

“You’re that friendly with all your male friends?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Dad, I’m hanging up now. This isn’t going anywhere. I’m here in Tokyo together with my friend and we’re going to attend a party and a whole lot of pictures are going to show up. Just to let you know. Now I’m going to catch some sleep. Bye.”

Hanging up I silenced my phone, put it on the bedside table and put my suitcase on top of my bed. Opening it I searched for some comfy clothes, clean underwear, and my make-up bag. I had two, one filled with make-up and the other filled with hair and face products. I laid the clothes out on my bed, grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. I would deal with everything tomorrow. I was in a bad mood and wanted to watch a movie in bed. I wouldn’t understand it, but I didn’t care. It would help me forget about the horrible messages and awful conversation with my dad. I would drift away and pretend that never happened.