Not Your Ordinary Millionaire Love Story (completed)

His Side of the Story

*Ryan*

I laid awake on my bed, unable to find an ounce of sleep. Thinking of her again.

Josie ...

Gosh I'm such an idiot for cheating on such an amazing woman!

I scratched my stupid tattoo on my stomach and thought about the day I got it, her tiny hand in mine. I swallowed. I miss that dainty hand of hers. Hands that knew how to do certain things to me that no others could.

Is she sleeping with him right now? Her rich husband? Are they happy?

I couldn't help but stay updated on everything the man did and said. And after watching that press conference of his, I realized I needed to give up the small amount of hope I still had in my heart and mind that Josie and I could miraculously get back together.

But I can't seem to. Everyday I watch the door in hopes she will knock and demand I open. I gladly will and then I will marry her right away. I will father my child. Love the woman of the rest of my children. I will never let her out of sight again.

I tried to go to bed and couldn't help but think of Josie.

*****

I will never forget the voice of an angel. An angel with strawberry blond hair and emerald eyes.

I was sitting with my friends at a bar trying to get over my last breakup when one of my friends tapped a girl's very nice rear end. She turned around with a glare on her round face.

"Touch again and you'll be going home with crushed grapes." I burst out laughing as I swung my head back. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the short and chunky waitress was cute. She walked away and I laughed and joked with my friends.

Then I turned to the stage when the next singer was announced. I learned then that her name was Josie.

She shyly got up on the little stage and tugged at the tall mic stand. Man, she was short. She began singing an original with her guitar and I was entranced.

After that I got her number.

We began hanging out over the next few months. She had a boyfriend but he was a real jerk when I met him.

He would insult her right in front of me and would yell at her if she screwed up on something so frivolous.

I was awoken in the middle of the night and opened my door to a cute little blond with a trash bag and suitcase.

"Can I stay the night?" She asked with desperation in her emerald eyes and tears running down her round cheeks.

She slept on the couch that night. And the night after that. She stayed with me a few weeks like that until she was finally in the same bed as me.

She was so small in my arms. So precious. So lost.

We began dating and I was the happiest man alive. She kept me on my toes but also enjoyed Netflix and popcorn every once in a while. She was an amazing cook and baker and I got to wake to the sound of her beautiful voice almost every morning as she practiced on her guitar. She also kept my apartment clean. I loved her. She was perfect.

She was chubby—okay, very chubby—at first but she soon began to lose the weight. Her body soon turned into a very sexy hourglass figure and I found myself claiming her body as mine almost every night.

After a year and a half of dating her. Something began to change. She and I were getting comfortable. Too comfortable. I began to get scared. After two years of this, she will start expecting a proposal and kids. She will want to move to a better apartment or maybe even get out of the city and become a suburban family.

I didn't want that. Our relationship slowly began to get boring because I allowed it to. I didn't want to lose her, but I didn't want to last with her.

It's a very retarded idea but I was young and thinking that being in my prime time allowed me to think I didn't need commitment ever.

I worked at an accounting firm and going home to something boring after being at work which was very boring, was drowning me in gray.

I knew that if I stayed with Josie any much longer, I would be stuck in a cycle. Get up, go to work, come home to wife and kids, go to bed, repeat.

I didn't want that. I want to still have fun. Go drinking when I want. Save up and travel in a van. Sky dive or bungee cord off a bridge without anyone to worry about me.

Josie began working two jobs. She was hardly ever at home. It was our second year anniversary and she missed it.

I began to think she wasn't into the relationship as much as I thought she was.

I had a friend who worked with models and I began to hook up with one of them whenever Josie was absent.

She soon found out the same day she found out she was carrying my child.

She walked out of my life just as fast as she walked into it.

And I didn't stop her. Why? Because she wanted exactly what I was scared of and she didn't ask me for it. I didn't have to worry about it. I was relieved. I didn't want to be responsible and she didn't give me a choice. I was free of charge. Thank the Lord above.

But then it happened. That day that comes after two weeks when you realize ... you need her. You needed her all along.

I realized I needed my Josie back. Never had any girl made me feel free and happy as her. I mean, she was a little immature in some fields but who cares. I was an idiot in all fields.

I needed that squishy body of her's back in my grasp.

I was lost for a few weeks. Drinking until I passed out. Sleeping in until her scent was completely gone from the sheets and pillows. Watching all her favorite movies until I literally cried because I didn't have her there to make fun of for crying over them or for squealing when something stupidly romantic happened. I couldn't stop thinking about our baby either. I wondered if she still had it. If she had gotten an abortion or not. Or if she lost it. I could only hope and pray she didn't and would one day tell our child who their daddy was.

I tried to get myself back together after losing my job and apartment. I stopped drinking and sulking. Then as if it were a break from God, I got to see her again. She was chubby but pregnant.

The one night stand we had I clung to. When she told me she was married it about tore me apart. Hearing she was married made me want to marry her even more and have as many kids with her as she desired. I would do anything to make her happier than how she felt at that very moment.

I was glad to hear the marriage was a business deal. And that is what I've been hanging onto. That the two realize they don't love each other and go their separate ways. Maybe Josie will come back to New York. Maybe she'll walk through that door and allow me to claim her as my own all over again, to never leave my grasp again.

I'd give anything to see that strawberry blond of mine.

*****

The next morning I packed up and left for work. Living out of your car isn't the greatest thing. But I didn't want to be a burden to my friend anymore. I decided that I would live out of my car until I found a nice apartment.

At my boring job I mysteriously got a call from Elizabeth Winston, Harry Robinson's assistant. In the media she went by Liza.

"Can I help you?" I grumbled. She most likely knew who I was.

"Yes. I would like to offer you a proposition."

"What kind of proposition?"

"One that involves Josie Mill-Robinson." I sat up in my swivel chair.

"I'm listening."

"Okay, so here's what I was thinking:"

I had to give it to her. She was smart for some mere secretary.