A Virgin for A Cold Billionaire

Arletta Jessica McDowell POV

I was in a yellow taxi, occasionally looking at the scenery in the window. For some unknown reason, my heart was beating faster, as if to hint that something bad was about to happen. Let's hope that never happened to me.

I heard a familiar voice that coincided with this yellow cab stopping because of the red light. I quickly opened my bag and searched for the object that was the source of the sound I had been hearing. When I got it, I saw a familiar name on the screen.

"What does Dad want? It is like he can't believe I am going to his office," I muttered, exasperated.

I pressed a green phone-shaped icon and put the phone to my right ear. The yellow cab was still stopped, and I could see that quite a few cars had also stopped. The sunlight was streaming into the cab, so I felt too dazzled to look ahead.

Me: "Hello, Dad?"

I hope Dad did not ask for weird things, because I was really annoyed by his over-the-top behavior!

Dad: "Hello. Where are you, Lizzy?"

Me: "I am in a yellow cab, Dad. I will be right there."

If I had not said that, Dad would have thought that I was just pretending. How could a man like him be my biological father, anyway? How annoying!

Dad: "Are you still far away?"

I could only roll my eyes, annoyed by the ridiculous question. Did he know that it takes time to get to his office area and there was a probably that I can get stuck in traffic?

Me: "I do not think it is too far, but there is a red light here, so the yellow cab has to stop. If there is no traffic, it will probably take about twenty minutes to get there."

Dad: "Okay. When you get here, just go straight to the ninth floor."

Oh, please. What Dad said was too much, as if I had never been to his office!

Me: "Sure, Dad. I will."

Dad: "Okay."

I was very relieved, because Dad ended the phone call right away. Well, that was better, because I did not want to make small talk with him. The traffic light, which had been red, now turned green, so all the cars, including the taxi I was in, were running as before.

"Why was I asked to come to Dad's office, anyway? What kind of important business is it that I have to go there? It is a good thing I am not working part-time today." I complained in a low voice.

Yeah. Today was supposed to be a nice rest day, but it turned into hell because my dad forced me to go to the office for no apparent reason. Huh! I would better try to enjoy this trip, even though I was really sick of it.

I put the phone back into the bag and did not forget to close it properly so that the items in there would not fall out. My heart was beating fast again as if to signal me to stay alert and not let my guard down.