Falling For The Billionaire Heir

“I love you, sweet,” Colin said into the phone to end his discussion with Becky. She could hear him suck in a sharp intake of breath. And it sent shivers down her spine. She smiled at his picture on her nightstand. “I love you too, baby,” she purred delightedly.

“I will pick you up tomorrow morning at nine. Is that time okay for you?” Colin asked. It was the following week Friday, his parents had returned two days ago, on Wednesday.

“Nine is okay,” she said in a cheery voice. Companionable silence stretched between them; none of the two wanted to end the call as usual.

“Sweetheart, I will call you later when I’m about to sleep.” He chuckled and took the plunge by disconnecting his line.

Becky smiled and returned her phone to the nightstand. She went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and dried it off with a face towel. She then left for the kitchen to join her mom.

“Well done, Mom,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. The maid was not feeling well, so Mrs. Andrews was making dinner.

“Thank you, my darling,” she answered her daughter.

Becky watched as her mom opened the oven, filling the kitchen with rosemary aroma.

“You made rosemary honey chicken?” Her eyes brightened up. It was one of her favorite chicken recipes.

“Yes darling,” Mrs. Andrews brought out the baked chicken thighs in the baking dish. “And you are going to enjoy it, as always.

“What can I do?” She asked her mom.

“You can make the salad dressing, dear. I already put the salad in the fridge.”

“Oh. Okay.” Becky opened the top cabinet and brought out all the things she would use to make the dressing one after the other. She and her mom chatted about Colin’s parents as they made dinner. They were both happy that she was eventually going to meet the couple after four months of relationship with their son.

“I’m nervous, Mom,” she looked into her mother’s face. “I don’t know if his parents will welcome me, especially his mother.

“Don’t be darling,” she placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “They will like you. You are as beautiful and intelligent as any girl can be.” She told her. “They have no choice but to accept you, my dear.”

“Now that Colin’s mom is back,” Becky sighed. “I’m sure that Debbie will be visiting their house more frequently than before.”

“Don’t worry,” Mrs. Andrews patted Becky on the back. “What matters most is that it’s you Colin wants.” She nodded, “thanks, Mom.” She hugged her mother tightly. “I love you.”

“And I love you more, my pumpkin,” the older woman hugged her back.

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About three hours later, Colin was relaxing with his parents in their bedroom after dinner. And his father suddenly remembered Colin was bringing his new girlfriend the following day.

“Is your girlfriend still coming tomorrow, son?” Mr. Blake asked. “Yes, Dad,” he smiled at his father. “She is still coming tomorrow.”

“That’s good.” He looked over at his son with pride and fondness. He was happy for him, the young man radiated joy and peace which was not there before he and his wife left for Spain.

“You did say her last name is Andrews? The name sounded familiar to him. “Is her dad the MD of JAB Accounting? We’ve worked with them before.”

“No, no sir,” Colin shook his head. “Her dad is a principal. He’s the principal of Bloom High School.”

“Oh. Okay.” he dropped the mug he was holding on the side table beside him. “That’s very good.”

“Her mom too teaches in a primary school.”

“Wow,” Mr. Blake said, “so both parents are teachers.”

“That’s right, sir.”

“What about her? What does she do?” He asked, he was really interested in knowing everything about Becky.

He told him Becky worked for Evelyn, his best friend’s twin sister.

“That’s interesting. You said you’ve been seeing her for over four months now.” He liked what he was hearing about her. “I can’t wait to meet her tomorrow.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he smiled. Happy at his father’s attitude.

The older man looked over at his wife, who had kept quiet all this while. “Dear, won’t you say something?”

His mom snorted and said, “have you forgotten we are going for a wedding?” One of Mr. Andrew’s friend’s daughter was getting married the following day.

“That’s not until afternoon,” her husband said. “The wedding is three pm, we can leave home by two pm.”

“Debbie had told me everything about the girl already.” She returned her attention to the TV. “I don’t want to meet her.”

“What, dear? Why are you talking like this?”

“Why a teacher’s daughter?” She asked angrily. It’s not acceptable for Colin to marry someone of a lower social standing as the heir of our empire.”

“Mom,” Colin called out gently. “Becky is not a nobody. Her parents are not paupers, they are doing fine.”

“I see,” she retorted. “Tell me, how much is a school principal earning in a year?”

“Does it matter dear?” Mr. Blake asked. “As long as they are good people. I see no problem here.”

“There is a problem, my dear,” she moved to the edge of the bed. “How can you agree for your only son to descend so low to the level of marrying a commoner?”

“Oh my goodness, you have started with this melodramatic drama again.” Her husband reprimanded her. “They are certainly not poor. You can’t refer to them as nobody. Her father, as a school principal, is at the height of his career.”

“I don’t care!” She cringed inwardly, imagining how her inner circle of friends would react when they found out her son was about to get married to a principal’s daughter. “Colin is not marrying anyone except Debbie.”

“Are you still insisting on Debbie?” Colin’s dad pulled his wife to himself and hugged her to his side. “I thought we agreed we should allow Colin to marry any woman of his choice?”

“I never agreed to such a thing!” She moved away from her husband. “Debbie loves you,” she looked in Colin’s direction. She has a good background. What else do you want?”

“He will marry any lady of his choice,” Mr. Blake said authoritatively. “Enough of your interference, woman!”