The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Evelyn's POV

Boss came home early today. He arrived around past 6 pm and he asked me to cook dinner, he was hungry.

I always wait for him to come back from work so I can cook his dinner before going home. He hates eating cold meals and my job is to cook and serve him hot meals. I work for him alone.

My job isn't a difficult one, even when I am in the house waiting for his arrival, I do nothing other than watch movies like it's my home. Pamela and I chat whenever she is home but I notice she isn't always around these days. I wonder where she goes.

I usually cook his breakfast and dinner, but on weekends when he is home, I also cook him a light lunch. He takes coffee only on Mondays but my early morning work starts on Tuesdays. He usually leaves for work by 8 am, I have to resume early to cook his meal, serve him so he can eat before going to work.

On Fridays, he goes to work late and comes back early. He leaves for work by 9 am and comes back at 5 pm which allows me to go home early also. On usual days, he arrives home by 8 pm or 9 pm. That is when I try to fix something up for him but most times, I always prepare my ingredients and the chicken, whenever I want to make use of it before he comes home so when he comes, I will just get to cooking the meal to make my home going faster.

When he told me he was hungry, I decided to cook him something simple and fast, aside from the fried rice and chicken with greens that I intended to make for him. I debate on what to cook as I move into the kitchen and open the refrigerator.

I see the frozen cubed sweet potatoes in there and an idea struck me. I decide to make use of it to prepare his dinner. I know it won't take more than 10 minutes. I am sure the boss will be impressed since he is hungry. I don't want to get on his bad side anymore after what I did on my first day. I almost lost the job and because of my pride, I refused to apologize to him.

He was angry that I kept him waiting on my first day but Pamela pleads on my behalf. It was at that moment she told him I was Annabelle's mother. I didn't know she had not told him I was her friend's mother. He warns me never to come late again or he will fire him. I was glad I didn't get fired on my first day, I felt Aidan would have to suffer for it if I had gotten fired.

I love this job, even though I have to wake up early and come to work as early as 6 am. But it isn't a stressful job because cooking is my hobby turned passion. I have dreams of opening a restaurant of mine someday and I hope to achieve that dream when Anna becomes the billionaire's wife.

I want to own a big restaurant that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time, for them to have a taste of my talent. I want to show how talented I am to the world.

This is something Austin, my former boss, didn't appreciate. I know he must be regretting why he fired me in the first place now. I am a rare gem.

I am hoping Aidan will also help Anna achieve her dreams too. My baby has the dream of owning a spa. Anna loves beauty and fashion and I want Aidan to help her achieve that.

This is why I want her to become a billionaire's bride, not just for the money but for the popularity and the goal of achieving our dreams.

I am done blending the potato within minutes. I blended it with 2 bananas I got from the refrigerator. I add a teaspoon of cinnamon and almond butter with milk. I mix well and gush the mixture out into two dishes. I keep aside and move to the refrigerator to get what to use for the toppings. I pick up the coconut and almond before sauntering back to the slab. I shred the coconut in a hurry and sliced the almonds. I sprinkle the shredded coconut and almonds on the two plates of potato crust before adding bee pollen and a little honey.

Food is ready, I grin in satisfaction.

I put the other in the refrigerator and bring out the fruit juice to serve the meal to the boss. I place my boss's food in a tray with a glass of fruit juice before going out of the kitchen.

I see the boss already sitting in the dining room, going through his phone. The sound of my feet makes my presence known and he glances up at me. The bright light shines on his face.

The large dining room looks extraordinarily big and empty today. I guess it is because the boss is there waiting for me. It is so unlike him. I always serve before going to call him. I don't always see him in the dining room because I always get ready for home once the food is served.

"So fast?" He demands with surprise at how fast I was able to fix something up for him.

I smile to myself, feeling proud of myself. I drop the tray. "Here you are, sir. Enjoy."

"This looks like a new recipe", he notes, staring at the crust, before picking up the spoon to start eating. I can see he is really famished.

"Yes, sir", I stand aside and reply him.

He takes a spoon and mutters in delight. "This is delicious."

I smile again without saying anything.

When he takes another spoon, I decide to let him be and go grab my bag so I can go home.

"Where are you going?" He asks when I take a step towards the kitchen.

I am surprised he is asking me where I am going.

"I want to go get my bag so I can go home," I answer.

He glances up at me and regards me for a while before turning back to his meal. "This meal is so lovely, sit and join me."

"What?" I can't believe he is inviting me to join the table. "No, sir."

"Why?" He looks up again with his spoon halfway.

"I...I...."

"Just sit!", he cut me short. I don't even know what to say and why I am stammering, all in the name of answering a simple question he asked me. This is so unlike me, I am not one to stammer in front of people, no matter the position the person has. My confidence and pride are way out of the world.

"I'm sure there are leftovers, go get it and join me. I want to talk to you about something", he declares.

Now I know he isn't inviting me for the fun of it, he is inviting me because he wants to talk to me.

What can this be about? I ask myself. Did I offend him? Is the meal not good enough? Is he tired of me already?

"I'm not meant to eat....."

"You want to reject my invitation?" He gaze up at me.

"No," I respond sharply.

"There is no leftover?" He asks again.

"There is, I just thought Pamela...."

"You are my cook, not Pamela's. Pamela can cook herself and she has a cook too." I nod and stand still, wondering why he is acting too nice to me tonight.

"I'm almost done with my food", he announces to my hearing, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I smile wryly, with different questions running through as I walk slowly to the kitchen to get the other dish. I get there and remove my apron before bringing the food out from the refrigerator.

I saunter back to the dining room which is just a few meters away from the kitchen. I love the kitchen, the interiors, and the availability of unique equipment to make for easy cooking there.

Boss is almost done with the food when I get to the dining room, I take a seat quickly before digging into my food too. I keep eating till I am left with just two spoons.

That is when I raise my head to see him staring at me. I didn't even notice he is done eating.

I wonder why he is staring at me as I gaze back. This is the first time I am taking note of his physical appearance. His clear green eyes bored into mine, and he looks good-looking. His face holds emotions I can't place and I become curious to know what he wants to talk to me about.

I shift my gaze away shyly and finish up my food. The food is delicious, so I am greatly assured this invitation isn't about the food. He passes the remaining fruit juice to me and I take it in one gulp. "You must be wondering why you are here", he says with a smile I find attractive.

I can't believe I have never taken note of how handsome my boss looks. This is because he is always in a rush to either go to work in the morning or go to bed in the evening.

"Yes, sir", I reply, not letting myself drown in my stupid thoughts.

"First, I want to commend you for your good job. Your meals are always mouth-watering", he comments and relaxes more comfortably on the seat.

"Thank you, sir", I return the smile.

"I want to ask you for a favor and I don't know if you will be kind enough to help out", he tells me.

I can't believe the boss wants to request a favor from me. I thought billionaires have all they want.

What does he need from a woman like me?

Despite my thoughts, I smile inwardly,

curious to know what he wants.

"Ok, sir. I will be glad to be of help."

He watches me for a while before leaning forward and muttering. "Are you sure?"

"Yes", I answer, even though my heart is racing in anxiety. I don't know what he wants to ask and I am hoping it is something I am capable of doing. I wonder why he is taking time telling me what it is. "I want you......", he leans back and my

heartbeat increased. I am having bad and wild thoughts about his first statement.

"I want you to accompany me to an event coming up next month. It's been so long since I went out with a date and I just thought you are a great choice." He says and I heave a sigh of relief that it is something I can do.

I think of what he said again and I suddenly gasp when I realize what he is asking of me.

Is he asking me to be his date? I ask myself.

I get no answer but a sudden dismissal from my boss, as he stands up and leaves the dining room in a haste, with a flushed face.¶¶¶¶¶¶