Billionaire's Single Mom

I looked through the photos again and sat for a while in your study. “Nice chair by the way.”

“It was Dad's chair, and the desk was his pride and joy at the office,” Peter muttered as he kicked off his shoes and headed into the living room.

“Where have you been all day, anyway?” I sat on the couch opposite Peter.

“I had a few things to sort out at the office. I’ll take you tomorrow so you can get re-acquainted with everything,” he said.

“It sounds like a good idea, the sooner I can do that, the sooner I can get some work done,” I said eagerly.

“For sure,” Peter replied as he sat comfortably next to me. “Whatever you want.”

“Tell me more about the office. Where is it? What’s my job?” I asked as I leaned in toward Peter showing my eagerness to know.

“Are you sure you want to know all of this now?” Peter asked as he stood up to pour a drink.

“Sure, why not? It sounds kinda fun. At least I’ll know what building to look for when we get there,” I added keenly.

Peter passed me a glass, the smell of bourbon filled my nose. I screwed up my face. “It smells a bit strong. What is it?”

“Bourbon, I thought you liked it?” he asked.

“I must do if you say so. Now, tell me about the office,” I pressed on as I sipped from my glass. The taste seemed somewhat familiar.

“The office is located in the city, and you will easily recognize it, it’s the largest building there,” he went on to say. “The company is involved with logistics and specializes in client satisfaction.”

“So, we are busy then?” I took another sip of the amber liquid that warmed my stomach.

“You

could say that it's a 24-hour operation. It’s a market leader in the way it operates, so it sets the standards,” he added proudly.

Peter continued to answer my questions about how the business started and how it had boomed to become a major player in the logistics field. I was excited to see where I worked, but Peter had not told me what our positions were within the company. I guess he wanted to show me my house first and he would explain all that later.

“I’ll get changed, and I’ll take you home,” Peter walked up the stairs to get ready. I was happy he was my friend.

“Yeah, okay, no problem,” I called up to him as I finished the drink and sucked on the cool ice.

***

Peter drove us to my place, and I rested my forehead on the window and watched as the buildings passed us by. He turned off the highway and started to drive in a new direction.

“How much further?”

The car slowed and turned into a driveway. It had large black gates sat before us. Peter opened his window and entered a code into the electronic keypad, and the huge gates slowly opened and invited us inside.

“Look familiar?” Peter asked as he slowly drove along the driveway between the trees.

“I live down here?” I asked as I opened my window and put my head outside. It was beautiful. The smell of the air was divine to my senses.

“You are home,” Peter said as he slowly drove through the underpass which took us to the rear of the house.

“You must be kidding. This is all mine?” I asked as I scoured the vastness.

"Uh uh," he answered.

The car stopped, and I stepped outside. I stood and looked at the surroundings. I could see below us was the city, and closer in the garden there was a swimming pool. An infinity pool that had huge boulders which were constructed into a waterfall. The water flowed and sent myriads of bubbles under the cobblestone surface; the water rippled outwards as it hit the side of the pool.

I turned and looked at the house. There was a four-door garage that covered half of the building.