BABY FOR MR. BILLIONAIRE

"I want to thank my management, my agent, and all my great staff. Without their hard work, I would never have stood in this place to receive the most prestigious award in art. Oh and one more thing, I would like to say a very big thank you to my beloved husband, Gabrielle Rolland, who is definitely watching me right now from our favorite sitting room. It's a shame that my husband couldn't come to accompany me here."

"Bullshit!"

Gabrielle turned off the television and threw the black remote on the floor. A loud sound echoed throughout the quiet living room. And then silence.

Gabrielle hated all that fakeness. Fleura acted as if she was a beautiful wife who really cared for and loved her husband. In fact, Fleura only made him as a trophy to show off to everyone who adored her. Her fans.

All of Gabrielle's annoyance with his wife was diverted when his phone rang loudly. Gabrielle was too lazy to take his phone from the bar table. But he finally answered the call after the ringing had almost stopped.

"Piston? Why did you call me?"

"Oh, Gabe! What's with that bitter voice of yours? Abandoned again by your beautiful wife, huh?"

"Dammit! Stop mocking me and tell me what's in your interests. I don't want to make small talk."

Piston's laughter could be heard howling through the phone, mingling with the loud music that shook Gabrielle's frayed nerves.

"Come and join us. You are still a member. Even though you're married."

"Where are you?"

"We are in our usual place and table. Come here. Mark Jacob is celebrating his anniversary with his new girlfriend. There are several single women here," Piston whispered seductively.

"I'm in, but I'm not coming for the single women you mentioned. You know that I'm loyal."

"Oh man, you sound like a lousy sissy."

"You damn bastard. I'm a man of principle."

"Whatever. Just drag your ass over here and have fun. You don't have to be a bitter man tonight."

Ten minutes later Gabrielle came out of his room wearing an expensive outfit that was specially made for him. His appearance wasn't over the top, but he definitely looked expensive. Women usually had sharp instincts about men like him. And the scent of the perfume he wore tonight would attract more women to sniff it.

"Sir?"

"Martha. I'm going to meet my friends. No need to wait for me to come home. Just lock the door."

"Yes, sir."

"Good night, Martha."

After closing the garage door with the remote, Gabrielle drove his car out of the Bel Air area which was quiet, but offered a high level of comfort and security. His car stopped at the intersection because the traffic light suddenly turned red. Gabrielle had to be patient. He groaned in annoyance when he found a large billboard with a picture of his wife displayed at the corner of the intersection.

He really wanted to tear up the billboard showing