The Blind Billionaire

BETH'S POV

I checked my wristwatch for the umpteenth time as I sat waiting for my supposed date, who had made me wait for approximately forty-nine minutes! I hoped against all odds that this would be an entirely different guy, as all the other guys I have met on the dating site are either too short, rough-looking, or excessively rude. I patiently sipped the Chardonnay wine I ordered and stopped sipping almost immediately to avoid choking on the wine. All my frustration disappeared! Did an angel just walk into the restaurant? Is the angel coming in my direction? I thought as I saw a tall, young, and handsome man with black raven hair, hazel eyes, and neatly shaved beards walk towards my table.

I was lost in my world as my eyes took in every detail about this young man; from his fur suit to his Rolex watch and his black leather shoes, he was looking so expensive!

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, jolting me back to reality.

"Ermm? Hi." For the first time in my entire life, I was at a loss for words. I could not imagine that such a sexy man was who I'd been chatting with online.

The Cherub dating site seems to be doing better these days. I hoped to God he would be as attractive on the inside as well. I forgot about chiding him for coming late.

"I am Roland, your date. We have been talking for some time now, and I believe you understand why you're here." He said it with a very masculine voice.

"Yes, yes. I do understand." I replied sharply. My breath is shaking as I feel intoxicated only by staring at his face. He didn't even apologize for coming late.

"So, once the contract is signed, you know what to do. The rest of the details have been included in the paper work." Roland said.

"Errmm, I do not..."

"Do not worry. We would not be in each other's way, I promise." Roland cut in before I could finish my sentence.

I could sense that something was definitely not right, but I could not afford to lose this handsome emerald, so I decided to pretend to understand the whole conversation and often nodded briefly.

Roland swiftly beckoned on the waiter and requested my order, made his order as well, and faced me again.

"If you can wait it out for close to two years, you stand a chance of getting ten million dollars."

I spurted out the wine, utterly soiling my red dress.

"Oh my god!"

"All I need is a woman who will stand by me as my partner in all ramifications. There's an event coming up soon, and I'll like you to be present," he continued to ramble, ignoring the dramatic reaction I just put out. "As my partner, that is."

I stared wide-eyed at this man, who would have passed for crazy if he wasn't looking too rich and healthy. His hazel eyes bore into my soul, almost as if there was no life behind those eyes. His eyes slowly moved lower and lingered on my chest, which was fairly exposed, before I realized I was nudging on that part to clean the stain.

"Oh, sorry. I...er..."

"What did you say your name was again? Apart from the sexy.bitch you put on your dating site profile,

I frowned. That doesn't sound like me. He raised a brow, and I didn't want to keep him waiting. Immediately, my name flew out of my lips.

"Elizabeth Browney. But you can call me Liz for short."

"Beth." He muttered and paused when the waiter brought our orders. "I like Beth better."

Throughout the dinner, I kept fiddling with the fork, my heart palpitating and beating hard against my chest. Sexy.bitch? Who the hell is he talking about? I looked up at him, but he seemed to be too engrossed in his food, his grim expression not loosening a muscle. I had lots of questions, but before I could ask them, a text caught my attention.

"I'm so sorry I stood you up. I will do better next time. What do you say to another fancy date?"

From the guy I'd been texting on Cherub for months. This was a mixup, and I went along with it. What the hell? I looked at this tall, fine man before me once again. There is no way in hell that this man would have chosen to meet me. Listen to who he was supposed to meet. Sexy bitch! Someone who probably has a goddess or divine figure has a silky and wavy mop of black, healthy hair, and tanned skin. I'm here with my blonde hair almost as white as the lights in the restaurant and skin as pale as a ghost. My lips must be cracked as well. I should have reapplied lipgloss on them since I entered. What about my nails? I didn't go to my technician to get them done but instead did them myself while watching an hour of DIY nail polishing. I was a mess.

"You look ravishing, by the way." The man cut in, his deep voice jolting me to reality. Our eyes met, making my heart skip a beat.

I sighed. "Thank you, er..."

"Roland? You are too young to have dementia, darling. Why don't you get that checked?"

Rude too. I groaned inwardly. Why do I always have high expectations for every man I meet? "It's nice meeting you, Mr. Roland."

"Roland." His eyes were fixated on my face. I was so self-conscious that I began to run my fingers on my face, but I was careful not to ruin the makeup Jade spent hours on.

"Yes, of course, Roland." I chuckled. "So, what do you do for work, Roland?"

He paused, eyeing me again. "Didn't we already discuss that online? Plus, you don't know what I do for work?" He smirked unbelievably.

Who the hell is he?

"Anyway, I'm glad this dinner was a success. I will drop off my business card so you can find your way to my place. Then, we can discuss further about the contract." He concluded, and he began searching for his coat. He had a flash of confusion across his face, but soon sighed in disappointment.

"I think I forgot my card in the office. You know what? Type your address on my phone. I'll have my men come pick you up."

I was too stunned to speak. This was all too fast for me. I opened my mouth to say something, but only a squeak escaped. I was too curious to say no, as I wanted to see how this would end. At the same time, I felt bad for whoever he mistook me to be. She must have stood him up too. Grabbing his phone, I typed in my address, but not without seeing Virmot boldly inscribed on his lockscreen. The name sounded familiar.