Mrs Reluctant Billionaire

“You will be fine, El,” Pa starts. “After all, your ma and I never married out of love, but look at us now.” His brown eyes take on a dreamy look and my lips curve into a small smile that disappears as soon as his gaze returns to my face. “So in love.”

He takes my left hand in his, squeezes it as his way of reassuring me but I am far from reassured. A foreign emotion claws at my throat, tears burn the back of my eyes and I make a sound between a choke and a sob.

Why me? Why us?

I steal a glance at Pa’s face, there’s no sign of laughter. Instead, I’m met with lines that have etched deep into his forehead, sunken eyes from lack of sleep and cracked lips.

The tiny mole on his nose seems to have grown bigger, maybe it is my imagination. His shoulders are hunched, eyes hold great wisdom like they have seen things he must not voice out. His movements are slower than they should be as if he has thought long and hard before deciding to move.

When did Pa grow this old? He looks to be somewhere around his mid-seventies when he is ten years younger and I wonder if they lied when they said, Black don’t crack. Maybe they did. Because Pa has cracked or will crack soon unless I agree to his offer.

A weight settles on my shoulder, the idea in itself makes me shudder involuntarily. This request he asks of me will change my life forever but I know I will do it. I will do anything for my parents to be happy again.

“I’m doing this because I love you.” I place a kiss on my father’s forehead, towering over him with my 5’11 height, one of the qualities that earned me modelling gigs before I quit. “I hope this works out well.”

“I love you too and it will. I won’t set you up for this if I wasn’t so sure.” His eyes water a bit but he doesn’t cry. “You know this, El.”

Do I? This is a set up, the only option is yes.

For his sake.