Tempting the Billionaire and His Heir

ALEXA’S POV

I shut my eyes so tight ready to take the abuse from my boss. I waited patiently for some seconds to get butchered but nothing occurred. Slightly, I opened my left eye only to sight his hand hung in the air.

“Forget it” he sighed.

I was relieved.

He threw the ceramic on the floor, slowly smashing it into bits while in tears. I didn’t try to act the good character but instead I stayed calm and watched him stop sobbing. Nolan was the kind of man who does not hide his emotions. The stereotype of men who cries or shows emotions has nothing to do with him. He would always feel whatever whenever.

“Alexa, I ask that you take me seriously this time” he spoke calmly

He continued “have you ever felt like you’re being controlled like a puppet?” “I feel like I am being domineering at the moment”

I wondered what brought about the question. The look on his face clearly showed that he was sincerely asking.

“Not really” I said bluntly, looking into his eyes trying to appear convincing.

My relationship with Cody explains how invidious one can be. People differs, at least Nolan isn’t worse than him or even anything like him.

“But I understand” I said

He scoffed and turned his face away from me.

“I know what it is like to be controlled like a puppet. Trust me when I say you are nothing close to being domineering. You really shouldn’t be feeling such way. Besides you’re my boss and most certainly has the right to order me” he almost made me talk about Cody. It’d have been a disaster if I had done that.

He didn’t seem convinced but surprisingly, he let go.

“I don’t want to be anything like my father” he blurted out

“I don’t want to follow his footsteps. I don’t want what he wants for me but as it stands now, I would consider. I’m tired of the adrenaline rush, the fights and cold actions. I’d rather give in than continue this fight I already lost” he said

He seems really tired of all the dramas. His father would be happy to learn about this.

“What interests you so much that you don’t want your fathers company? Why didn’t you want this in the first place?” I had to ask.

“Music, that’s what I have passion for but my father wouldn’t approve it.”

“My father is a lonely boring man with his boring principles and company. I am fully aware of the attempt of him to give me a very good life until I realized he only wanted me to become like him. He has refused to grant me the authorization of pursuing music and he won’t stop with his persuasion of developing interest in his company until I succumb”

He said he once told him about his passion for music and it only made his father disappointed and grow cold on him. He got more disappointed when Nolan started pursuing his dream.

He had recalled when his father gave him a chance to try get immense in his passion by allowing him take bass lessons. Anthony thought of it as a hobby and was never fully in support of it even as his child was doing well in it. These cold acts of his father made him realize that his father can never take him seriously.

“You will never be successful as I am with that kind of life, you’ll be better off in the slums than in my property”

“These were his words to me sometime in the past.” Nolan said.

I was dumbfounded. I knew Anthony was cold hearted but I just didn’t know he would be same way to his own son. I just recently started working here and I could tell the type of person he is and be eighty percent accurate about it.

I find it really interesting and sweet when parents let their kids pursue their passion without being a hindrance. Even at the age of twenty-two, Nolan finds it difficult to make decisions on his own without any altercation from his father. Any sort of interference of any kind in a child’s business should stop at their teen ages. I believe once you’re legal, you should be able to handle yourself.

“ssss” he winced in pain. He had forgotten the small cut he incurred while taking out his anger on the poor flower vases. I quickly made way into the mansion and headed towards the study room, I pondered on why the first aid box was kept in the study room. Studying hurts, I guessed. I searched for it through the shelves with my eyes and finally saw it at the edge of a particular shelf which had religious books on it only. It was the usual type of first aid box painted black with a white colored cross on it.

I quickly grabbed it and headed back to the garden. He looked surprised as I approach him.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Let’s fix your wrist” I said

He smiled warmly and let out his hand for me. I opened the box and wore a glove. I knew it was just a small cut which needed no fuss at all but I just couldn’t ignore Mr. Adams teachings from high school.

I reached out for the gauze pads as well as the normal sterile saline. Immediately, I soaked the gauze pad in the sterile saline solution and gently dabbed the injured part. He winced in pain and it made me stop for a while.

“I’m sorry” I said, genuinely concerned about him

He patted my shoulder and said “It’s fine”

After I had cleaned the injured part on his wrist, I proceeded on using a band aid on it. Separating it from the sticker, I placed it on the cut gently and let it stick.

“Thank you, Alexa”

I smiled at him.

“Things will turn out better soon; your father is only looking out for you. There is no fuss about it all. You should consider taking things bit by bit and watch everything work out positively.”