Falling For The Billionaire Heir

I don’t care where you came from Oh no, I don’t care where you’ve been

All I know is that I love you And I’m going to love you till the end (gonna love you until the end)

Becky stood over the cabinet in her mother’s kitchen, singing Steve Wonder’s ‘You are my dream come true’ as she made some sangria for herself and her mom.

Yes, you’re my (dream come true) You’re my (dream come true) You’re my (dream come true) And I love you better than anyone before

She was home briefly. Colin had to go to the office for a meeting again. So instead of waiting for him back in Miami like she did the other time, she came to town with him and spent the day with her mom, who was under the weather.

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For every, for every heart there should be love

Yes, I’ve been waiting for such a long, long time

Don’t worry, nobody, nobody is gonna change my mind (Nobody’s gonna change my mind)

Becky tossed sliced apples into a medium size pitcher. Next, she sugar and muddle the sugar and apple together with a wooden spoon. After that, she added some orange juice and muddled again. When she was okay with the muddling, she took the red wine bottle and added the remaining half content to the mixture.

She brought out two tall glasses from the top shelf and added ice cubes from the freezer into the glasses. Becky poured the drink over the ice and garnished with slices of lemon to add a bit of tang to the drink. She smiled at her creation and added straws to the glass cups.

Yes, you’re my (dream come true) You’re my (dream come true) You’re my (dream come true) And I love you better than anyone before

Picking up the two glass cups, she went outside to the front porch where her mother was.

“Here mom,” she set the drink on the little table in front of her mom. She opened the two boxes of finger foods she bought from her mom’s favorite bake shop on her way.

“Thanks, dear,” her mother picked up her drink and took a sip. She tipped her jar towards her daughter and said, “this is nice.”

“Thanks, mom,” she smiled back at her mother.

“What are you and Colin doing for your birthday next tomorrow?” Her mom asked, picking a piece of samosa off her snack box. She bit half of it off.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Becky picked a bite of apple pie and popped it into her mouth. “You know I’m not big on birthday celebrations.” She sipped from her sangria. “I’m sure we’ll find something interesting to do.”

When Colin asked her the day after they arrived in Miami what she would like to do for her birthday, she told him she had nothing in mind.”

“Don’t worry,” Colin said and rubbed her back. “I got you covered.”

“I’m sure it’s going to be fun,” her mom said. “And I think you guys should talk about when to get married on that day,” her mom winked at her.

“Marriage…” Becky shrugged, “well.” “Yes, marriage,” Mrs. Andrews drank from her drink. “When two people are in love, they get married. Don’t you think it’s time?”

“I guess so,” she popped another pie into her mouth.

“Hello Mrs. Andrews.”

They heard Mrs. Spencer, their eighty-two years old neighbor’s voice from across the street waving a greeting as she crossed the road.

“Mrs. Spencer, good afternoon,” Becky’s mom returned the greeting. “How do you do?”

“I’m good,” the old woman replied as she stepped on the porch.

Becky exchanged greetings with the lady and stood up, seeing that Mrs. Spencer actually came for a visit. Becky went inside with her snacks box and her drink, leaving the older women to visit with each other.

******

Your aunt put in her resignation letter two days ago.” The senior Blake told his son as he appended his signature on some documents in his office. They just finished the first meeting, which took place in his office. The next meeting was going to be in the next one hour, fifteen minutes.

“She did?” Colin shifted forward in his seat. “So uncle Aarav had made up his mind?”

“Yeah,” his dad nodded, “he has.”

His father’s younger sister, Aunt Audrey, started the business with her brother, and she was currently the COO 1. She was married to an Indian, Aarav Sharma, who had been living in America for over two decades, though he still had very strong ties to his roots.

His people had finally prevailed upon him to join politics.

And he was going back home with his wife to run alongside one of the presidential candidates as the vice president.

“I hope she’s still keeping her shares, though?” Colin asked.

“Of course,” Mr. Blake dropped his pen. “She’s keeping the shares. I won’t even allow her to sell them off.” Audrey, Colin, and his mom had five percent each in the business.

“I will see her after our meeting,” he told his father, who nodded.

“I think you are due for a major promotion, son,” the senior Blake leaned back in his chair, with a smile playing on his lips. “You are going to become the next COO 11.”

“Are you serious, dad?” Colin asked excitedly.

“Of course I am,” his father said affectionately. “You have earned it, Colin. Jeremy will step up to COO 1 office and you’ll take up his post.”

“Thanks so much, dad,” he said. “For believing in me, I promise I will not disappoint you.”

“I know,” Mr. Blake said confidently. “I know.” He stretched out his hand to his son, beaming with pride. “Congratulations, you deserve it!”

“Thank you, dad,” he took his outstretched hand.

“This calls for celebration,” Benjamin stood up and walked to the wine shelf in the entertainment corner of his office.

“Yes, sir,” Colin stood up and followed his father. “You can say that again.”

He took out his phone and sent a message to Becky. But he deleted it, preferring to tell her the good news in person. So he just sent a message to check up on her.

Blake : How are you doing, babe? My next meeting is in about one hour. It shouldn’t last over one hour.