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It was then that I figured out from where I’d heard his name. A couple of months back, I read from a blog post about self-made billionaires that were single and sexy. What really caught my attention was the headline that read: Sexy, Single Billionaires That You Don’t Know About.
A million questions raced across my mind as I lay on my tummy on my cozy bed with my phone between my palms. Why was he interested and willing to pay all those millions on a nobody like me? Given his billionaire status, it was easy to imagine how women threw themselves at his feet. I kept scrolling through the additional information that Google provided and was shocked at how old he was. He was too fine for a 41-year-old man. Was he too old for me?
I drifted into a world of fantasy, imagining how I’d be able to afford my own place once I had the money deposited in my bank account. I’d be able to finance my art, pay for my rented apartment, maybe go for a vacation. I giggled at the thought of relaxing on a beach in the Caribbean, not having to worry about my life for a second.
Then Carrie crossed my mind. The thought that she got a better deal than me agitated me. Was she better looking, or was I just miserable, and life gave me what I deserved? I wasn’t going to let Carrie spoil my mood. Not today Carrie, not today.
I got out of bed, heading straight for the kitchen then logged on to the website using my phone. I had a message in my inbox that stipulated all the details about my meeting with Elijah Fillmore. I was going to meet him in a mansion just outside of town, an address was provided. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to go through with this whole thing. Everything was bittersweet, considering what I had to do to get the money, but I was okay with that.
I fixed myself a snack before retiring to bed to dream about money.
***
The date set for my meeting with Elijah Fillmore was finally here. I could have sworn time flew so fast since I accepted his bid of five million dollars for my virginity. I don’t think I slept well enough in anticipation of the day. I was too excited.
I jumped out of bed, hit the bathroom for a cold morning shower, dried myself, and came to the puzzle of what I was going to wear. I didn’t really have a problem with picking my outfit before today, but today was special. The pressure was getting to me. I tried and then dismissed several dresses before settling for a black and white sundress that perfectly fit me. I looked myself in the mirror then turned to my left so I’d see my hips. I was satisfied. Carrie’s words about being the most beautiful woman she’d seen echoed in my mind. They gave me confidence. I put on black flat-heeled rubber shoes and a pair of sunglasses to match. I loved the outfit. It showed so much of my character.
I left my once shared apartment with Carrie, got into my red Mini Cooper, turned on the radio, and set off for the destination. I was in the mood today. The sun was up, clouds were clear, all signs of a good day ahead, or so I hoped. I sung to Rita Ora’s Body On Me, shook from side to side in the driver’s seat in happiness.
About ten minutes later, when I pulled up at the planned address, my eyes were in disbelief. It was an abandoned warehouse about three miles off the main road. What is this? I wondered to myself as I got out of the car. I took off my sunglasses, taking in the scenery of the warehouse. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Did I get the address wrong? There should be a mansion here. The website said I was to meet Elijah Fillmore in a mansion at the address that was provided.
My heart started beating profusely against my chest. Something was not right. I took a few steps towards the warehouse’s entrance but then changed my mind, starting to walk towards my car. I was just about to reach for the door handle when a deep voice called out my name from behind me. I dropped the keys to my car, turning around to see who it was.
“I’m sorry if I startled you,” Elijah Fillmore spoke calmly and composed as he took long strides towards me.
“I was just, uh, umm,” I stammered in hesitation, not knowing what to say.
He was right in front of my eyes, in the flesh. Well over six feet tall, he was in a white long-sleeved shirt that was neatly tucked in blue denim jeans held in place by a black cowboy belt with black boots to match the outfit. He also wore a brown cowboy hat and a wristwatch. This was not what I was expecting from a CEO or a billionaire. It was too casual.
