Mr Billionaire Wants Me

Tyler's POV

A ray of sunlight streaked through the tinted glass window and I squinted reaching for a pillow. My bed felt sturdier and Instead of a pillow I came in contact with a warm, breathing body and realized I was still in the hotel.

Memories from last night flashed through my head and the blonde head I had eventually come in here with yesterday, Sunday nights were best for hot sex.

Shit, it's Monday! As the realization hit me, I stood up immediately and the girl stirred. I didn't bother to know what she was feeling. I slipped on my pants and looked for my shirt in the heap of clothes lying on the cold floor of the hotel room.

"Good morning," the girl murmured and I smiled tightly knowing I didn't have to have any form of conversation with her.

I found my wristwatch and a quick glimpse told me it was ten minutes till seven. I have a life and I'm returning to it.

"We had great sex last night. I thought you'd at least ask to exchange contacts." The girl said and I remembered her name was Miranda. I bent down and picked up my coat from the floor, I threw her dress for her and when I saw that I was ready I turned to her.

"I would have, but I have a fiancée. Thank you for the great sex," I blew her a kiss and picked up my phone walking out of the crappy hotel room.

I climbed down the stairs and quickly placed a call to my assistant, he picked up on the first ring.

"You called me a hundred times." I snapped and I heard him grunt before he responded.

"Good morning to you too sir," David replied and the background noise told me he was already at work.

I flagged down a cab because I remembered telling my chauffeur to return home with the vehicle last night.

"Why have you been calling?" I asked again and he sighed.

"Files are piling up and your mother called, she said there's neglect in the bar," David said, he sounded like he was reading straight from the tab he always has with him. "Also, your fiancée has called five times."

I sighed as the cab pulled up in front of the Nelson mansion, it was properly illuminated and the plants surrounding it were in order. I trust Tilly to make sure of that. I gave the cab driver a ten-dollar bill and continued the call.

"So what do you want?"

I finally asked him, as I climbed the stairs and landed on the terrace. The butler was standing at the large doorway and he bowed in greeting as I passed him, I wondered if he also could smell the bad odor that was seeping from me, it was a bad mixture of alcohol and sweat. I knew I needed a deep bath.

"Please get to the office as fast as you can, Miss Rose just got here and doesn't seem to be leaving here anytime soon," David said in a hushed tone and I knew she was probably throwing a dramatic tantrum.

"I'll be there as fast as I can." I lied and I heard a crash. "What was that?"

David's breath came faster. "It's your fiancée, she's destroying souvenirs! Please make it fast."

Elsa's POV

I had little admirable quality traits but no one could deny I was an early riser. It was a little dark out which led me to start an impromptu cleaning spree.

The little loveseat that occupied my vast living room was shifted to the doorway and I was fervently mopping the ground. It had been only me in the house for the past week but I still felt that obsessive need to clean, Fiona liked to say I had OCD but I knew it was not particularly so.

My speaker's volume was set to the highest volume and I was jamming Taylor Swift and basking in the unreal feeling of heartbreak, although I had never experienced heartbreak I was familiar with the consequences and what it allowed one to do, I had a clear example growing up.

My phone rang and I rushed to pick it up from my kitchen cabinet, a smile formed on my face when I saw it was Fiona.

"Just when I was thinking of you," I said immediately I picked up the phone and she giggled.

Fiona was my only friend, I enjoyed her company and we shared everything but the same location, and that was just a recent development.

"Early Monday morning and she's thinking of me, I feel special." She giggled and I scoffed, placing the phone in a small cup holder as I continued to clean my dingy apartment.

"Don't feel too special, I saw dirt and you came to mind" I teased and she laughed.

Throughout my whole aggressive childhood, she had been the only reliable substance in my life, so it was no surprise that we remained together.

When she had gotten a job in the leading companies in California I decided it was time I settled the ghost of my past so I could properly move on.

"Dirt is basic, do you think I'm basic?" She asked feigning shock and I laughed out loud, the most excited I had been for a while. My mood was even more gloomy than this shoebox apartment I had to stay and make a home.

"I wish I did. Why did you call?" I asked her, I could hear the background noise and I knew she was brewing coffee. "Are you at work?"

She sighed, she knew she was busted. "Yeah, I got here ten minutes ago."

"You're overworking yourself! Don't tell me that bastard broke up with you?" I asked her, realizing setting in. The only time she was extra invested in work was when she was experiencing a breakup and that was almost always.

"It's nothing. Just a break, I called to ask if you've received any mail from the bar, I don't think you're still sane as you've not been working. You've been there for three weeks now!"

"It's been peaceful. I have had time to rethink if I want to go through with this." I lied and she knew me so well to miss the lie.

"I know you're lying but my boss just walked into the office so I have to go, by the way. He's been very nice to me lately, I will tell you all about it later. "she said excitedly and before I could respond the line went off.

Classic Fiona.

I was replacing the phone on the mug holder when it beeped, alerting me of a new message. I opened it once again and I saw it was a new inbox, my heart developed a mind of its own and started pounding in anticipation, I wanted it to be from the Bar so bad and for some reason it was.

I was quiet as my eyes scanned through the words, there was a bubbling joy in the pit of my stomach and one would not believe it was a summa cum laude student in business management that was getting excited over being employed to work in a bar.

I Let out an excited yelp and did a little jiggle with my hips before resettling down.

It was not just any bar, it was the bar of my worst enemies, the bar where it had all started, the same pub he had told my mother that it was where he fell in love with another woman, the same woman whose family owned the stupid drink house!

"Color me red!!" I squealed as I suspended my cleaning and ran up to take a bath. I was going to go on that personal tour I have been postponing.

The water poured on me and I couldn't stop the thoughts from flowing, when he had left in the name of following his heart my mother had become a shadow of herself. I grew to know a love-struck mother and an estranged father, at some point, we stopped hearing from him.

Fiona and I went for our final year seminar and a speaker mentioned healing, I knew I had to heal my way before I could move on. Arriving in New York I knew Brooklyn was the only place I could stay, it was where I would start.

Sky Bar needed an employee and I had applied to be a bartender. Slowly and gradually I would seep into their system and cause more damage than they had to my family, but first, let me take a shower.