Betrayed by my Ex, Became the Billionaire's Obsession

GAVIN

The previous night...

I wasn't kidding when I implied Demi Perez caught my attention at first sight, and evoked an immense amount of care I haven't felt before.

In one night, I've done innumerable things, including taking her home.

After she gulps down the last remaining glass of wine, it doesn't take long before she blacks out. I scan the house looking for the room that might be hers. I find the one that has pictures of her on the wall. I'm specifically captured by the one in which she's wearing a graduation gown, with the most beautiful smile, that a few seconds pass before I realize I've been standing in the same spot for longer than I should.

I get back to the living room and carry her to her bed. I cover her well, and then watch her sleep peacefully for a while.

I wish I could stay with her, it feels bad that I have to leave.

The best I can do is find someone to guard her door. I call one of my best men for the job, Edward.

I instruct him to get me a new phone and I send him the address. I can't use her phone because that would be a breach of privacy and I don't want her to wake up feeling betrayed. That is the reason why I get the new phone.

When he comes with it, I use it to set an alarm with the most annoying song that she wouldn't ignore the next morning. She'll have to wake up.

Even though I've already made my decision, I don't want her to beat herself up tomorrow morning in case she wakes up late.

I also get her painkillers for the hangover she might wake up with.

After ensuring everything is in place, and she's safe and sound, I leave, right after giving Edward my credit card with clear instructions.

“If anything happens to her, kill yourself before I do it myself,” that's the last instruction I give Edward, even though I know he's the best at what he does, and I'd trust him with my life.

I head to Reagan's house and luckily for me, today is one of those nights where he pulls all-nighters.

His maid leads me to his study where I find him buried in paperwork.

I think one of the reasons we've been best friends for a long time is because we're both workaholics.

He raises his head when I walk in.

“If it isn't the most annoying friend on the planet,” he drawls, spinning a pen in his fingers. “What are you doing in my house at this time of the night? Come to confess your feelings for me? I'd love to see your face when I turn you down.”

I laugh as I take the seat opposite him. “How delusional does one have to be? And since when did you change your sexual orientation?” I ask, making myself comfortable.

“Anyway, jokes aside, why are you here?” He shifts to a more serious face.

“I have an emergency,” I tell him.

“What happened?” His brows furrow, his face displaying concern.

“You know you're my best investigator, right?”

He smiles, “I told you you're in love with me.”

“And I told you you're delusional. I need you to look into someone.”

“Oh, you can leave me the details and I'll deal with it tomorrow.” He says nonchalantly.

I lean forward with cocked brows, “I mean now.”

He exhales loudly. “The things we do for love.”

“Yet, I'm the one who's in love,” I mumble under my breath.

“Who's he?” He probes, pushing away the load of papers before him, and replacing them with blank one.

“She.” I correct him.

Reagan pauses everything and looks at me with widened eyes

“You want me to look into a woman at this time of the night? Did you suddenly develop an interest in a one night stand?” He asks.

This is what I have to deal with to get a job done.

“No, you idiot.”

“Then, I can look at it tomorrow,” he says, returning to his paperwork.

That's him trying to manipulate me, and somehow today, he's winning.

“Okay,” I give up.

“It's a woman I met at the club tonight,” I confess.

“Oh,” he starts laughing which takes a while.

“We're finally going to have the real wedding?” He asks, sarcastically.

“Are you going to help me or not?”

Trying to look into Demi feels like a betrayal, but again I'd also love to know more about her apart from the paranoia that I have, thanks to my past experiences with traitorous women.

I narrate to my best friend about the events of the night leaving out details that involve emotions and those he would find funny.

“Okay, brother, let's get to know more about your future wife,” he jokes, and I ignore.

“What do you know about her?” He asks, getting to his laptop.

“Apart from her name? Nothing much. Just that she's beautiful.”

Reagan gives me a brief glance and then returns his attention to his laptop. “That's a first from you. Since when do you…”

“Just get the job done, Reagan.”

I'm not about to explain to him the kind of interest I have in her.

“Going through her socials right away…aaand...Damn!” Reagan sighs and smiles.

“Now I get why.”

“You're an idiot, you know that?” I mutter.

“That's why we’re friends,” he counters.

He moves to my side, and in the next few minutes we’re looking at Demi Perez’s beautiful pictures.

It's hard to lose concentration with each picture highlighting her beauty. A few of the pictures she's with her friends.

Makes me wonder which one is the traitor.

There's one man in most of the group photos. I'm almost jealous of how close they are.

I'm about to question when Reagan says, “he's gay.”

“I thought so too.”

There's also some romantic photos among them and I assume that's the traitorous ex. Seeing him in the pictures makes me want to tear him apart for hurting Demi.

“I want to know the traitor,” I tell Reagan, who shoots a glare at me. “Yeah, and I also want to know your plans.”

“Not happening,” I snort.

“Cool.” he lets go and I find it too easy to be true.“Then I'll look into each one of them,” he says, walking back to his chair.

After a few minutes, he slides the laptop to my side.

“That's Laila Wilson.”

“This is the one who'd been sleeping with her boyfriend?” I inquire. “I mean ex boyfriend.”

“That's not the only surprise. He works at Morgan Industries. Are you sure you've never seen this face before?”

“It's a big company. Am I supposed to know all the…”

“Oh, I forgot,” he cuts me off.

“You said your Demi is set for an interview tomorrow? Well, Laila too. She was working at a lower level, I'm guessing she wanted to shift to a higher rank,” Reagan concludes.

I nod and smile in realization.

Recalling Demi's tears and how hurt she looked, she didn't deserve it.

This woman on the screen is responsible for her tears. I'm going to have a field day tomorrow.

At the end of the day, I only needed one secretary. So I give Reagan the work of cancelling all other invitations and to leave only two interviewees. Demi and Laila.

And I'm going to interview them myself.