THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 69: A BOLD STEP

Chapter 69: A BOLD STEP

Watching long enough to judge her intention, he stopped the video, and exited the app.

He returned the phone to the spot he had picked it up from. His eyes darted towards Fay just before he turned around to exit the room.

Her innocent frame, sleeping, while the aftermath of tears burned on her cheeks, inflamed him.

He was pissed. She had obviously seen the video. She probably thought him a shameless womanizer.

"But why do you care?" A voice in his head asked.

"Shut up!" He muttered between breaths.

Dusting his heels, he walked out of the room, and gently shut the door behind him.

Fay stirred a little in her sleep, as a familiar scent filled her nostrils.

It was dark, yet alluring. The emptiness called on to her. One step at a time, she approached it. Whether a dream or reality, she couldn’t tell.

What she could tell was that the void had a scent, and she had perceived him. It now beckoned on her, despite the fact it didn’t have hands.

Her brain was doing that thing again where it mixed up things, and ended up making her confused.

Still, she followed the void. Further and further she went through the hollow path, until all other senses faded. Except the scent.

It lingered. Filling her nostrils. Flowing past the pores of her nose, and finding its way to her brain. There it stuck, and she became fully unconscious.

The sound of birds chirping pulled Fay out of her sleep. With a start, she woke up.

As her eyes opened, it traveled through the width of her room.

Exactly one minute after, her subconsciousness kicked in, and she groaned.

"No!" She held her head, and shut her eyes tight.

Images from last night were threatening to surface in her memories. She thought the restlessness of her sleep would bury them. Unfortunately, it was the first thing she thought of when she opened her eyes.

"This won’t do," she shook her head. "What we need is a distraction Fay. A good distraction."

One eye popped open as a different thought formed in her head. This one she welcomed.

She looked at her closet, and smiled. Realizing she had only one eye open, her smile turned into a chuckle.

"That’s more like it, Fay," she mumbled, feeling her cheerfulness returning.

Briefly, her eyes went to her bedside table. "Nope, not today Satan!" She hissed, and rolled out of bed.

She was halfway to her bathroom when she came to an abrupt stop.

"Oh I can see you’re working real hard already," she muttered, looking up at the ceiling.

Doing a one-eighty, she skipped to the door, and went straight to her new bathroom.

When she returned to her room, she was desperate to start the day. Fresh from the refreshing bath she just took, she walked straight to her closet.

The first dress she picked out was too fancy for the kind of day she had planned. The second was too colorful.

"Shouldn’t have let her pick you," she spoke to the dress, her face scrunching in disgust.

She had specifically told Marilyn she preferred plain clothes when they went shopping, but no. She explicitly refused to listen to her, going ahead to pick out these colorful dresses.

What would she look like, wearing a yellow dress with her fiery red hair, and vivid green eyes?

"A clown," she answered her own question.

Returning the next three dresses, her eyes finally fell on something reasonable.

"Can I?" She whispered nervously.

It was a short tennis skirt that would no doubt show her entire legs. She was insecure about her legs because her Aunt and cousins would always tell her she was all legs.

She didn’t know what it meant, but the fact they always said it with a disgusted voice made her believe it was an insult.

Regardless, it was one of the few pieces of clothing that was actually black, just the way she liked it.

"You can do this, Fay. Just wear it. No one is going to see you in it. You’ll just go, and be back in no time," she said, trying to convince herself.

"Nah, who am I kidding?" She returned it back.

"But, you can do it," she said, grabbing it again.

"What if—-"

"Just wear the damn skirt, Fay!"

"There we go," she sighed. "I was wondering when you two would show up."

"You need us, we come."

"But I never need you two. You just choose to always come."

"We’re sorry, Fay. We just want the best for you."

"At least you’re nicer." She paused, playing with the skirt in her hand.

If anyone saw her in this, and her aunt’s words turned out to be true, she was sure to become a laughing stock.

Could she risk it though?

"I think it’s cute. Wear it."

"Leave her alone to decide."

"You want her to remain a coward forever."

"No, I just want her to be confident in her decisions."

"If I make a decision, will you two leave me alone?"

"No!"

"Yes!"

They both said at the same time.

"Yes or no? You know what, don’t even bother. I’ll wear the skirt."

She tossed it to the bed, then turned to pick out a top.

Her eyes went to a tank top first.

"Yes!"

"Uhmm, no? I’m already wearing a short skirt. What would I look like pairing it with a tank top? Aunt Lynne would get a seizure if she sees me like that."

"Good thing your aunt’s not here then."

"I think it’s cute."

She paused. The other voice was usually on her side. For the first time in a while, they had opposing views.

"Well I guess I could try it then."

She removed the white tank top from its hanger, and returned to the bed with it.

"Oh look, the skirt has tiny shorts. I don’t need to wear underwear."

"Good for you Fay."

"You said you’ll leave."

"We never promised."

She took a deep breath, and began dressing up. When she was done, she tiptoed to her mirror, and opened her eyes.

Her eyes bulged as she stared at her reflection. Not only were her entire legs out, her nipples were kinda peeking through the tank.

"Should I wear a bra?"

"No!

"Well alright!" She covered her ears, and shuddered. "I get it."

She took a step back, and looked again. Yeah, her aunt would definitely have a brain aneurysm if she saw her looking this exposed.

What would others think as well? A day after being called a whore, she was dressing so exposed.

"I don’t know—" she began to backtrack again.

Suddenly, that video of Reign popped up in her head. She had been stark naked, sleeping with the man she was married to.

If she could send her a naked video, she could also wear this out.

Putting on a brave face, she proceeded to moisturize her skin.

She packed her curly hair into a bun, and applied a lip balm.

"Yeah, that’s fine," she said.

It didn’t matter that she had freakish freckles littered on her cheeks. Or that her dimples sometimes were so deep, you could fit a shoe in it. None of that mattered as she stared at the final result.

"Let’s have a good day today, Fay."

Whirling, she returned to the closet and picked up the bag containing everything she’d be using to make her fragrance.

The time was just a little past six when she walked out of her room. Everywhere was silent.

She noticed the staff didn’t wake up until at least six-thirty. By then, she’d probably be half way through with her perfume.

Tiptoeing so she wouldn’t make a sound, she walked down the stairs, and into the living room.

She had made it out of the door, and was well on her way to the garden, when she stumbled on someone.

"Good morning Mrs Fay," Cam said, when he raised his head and discovered it was her.

His hand on the rag he was using to clean the car tightened as he stared at her.

There was a bright spark to her this morning that somehow made her even prettier than she already was.

Fay’s hand quickly went behind her. "Good morning Mr Cam."

She thought the staff didn’t wake up until later. Why was he up?

Before he spoke again, he had to remember this was his boss’s wife. "Do you need something?" A curious glint formed in her eyes, as he observed her restlessness.

"No!" She answered a little hastily.

"Are you sure? Because I can go fetch whatever you need."

"Go fetch?" She thought. He sounded like a dog.

"I was just on my way to the garden."

"Oh, Marilyn told me you want to use the garden. She said to provide a work table for you."

"Can you do that please?" Her eyes lit up with hope.

"Of course ma’am. I’ll be right back. Or I could just meet you at the garden."

She smiled thankfully, as he dropped the rag.

As he walked past her, he inhaled into the air. His boss was perhaps the luckiest man on earth.

"Why are you acting so weird, when he’s so nice, Fay?" She questioned herself, with no plans of answering.

Shaking her head, she continued ahead with more confidence. She skipped into the garden, humming silently.

Her heart jumped when she made the turn towards the fountain, and found someone standing just before it.

As if sensing her presence, he turned around to find Fay staring at him.

Ace gave her a quick once-over, and his heart quickened.