THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 94: SPONTANEOUS

Chapter 94: SPONTANEOUS

Fay walked dazedly into her room, and shut the door with trembling hands behind her.

She stopped in the centre of the room, and dropped to the ground.

Repeatedly, in her head, she told herself there was no need to be bothered about what she had just witnessed.

She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t something to beat herself about. After all, Ace wasn’t hers to keep.

But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t shake the awful feeling that spread from her limbs, to every corner of her body.

The feeling that made her regret even daring to think something could come out of her fake relationship with Ace.

It was always Reign. They were both rich, and both very physically attractive people.

Who would be loyal to someone like her, when they had someone like Reign King?

Gabriel couldn’t wait to tell a stranger how much of a talkative and whiner, and crier she was.

No one could say the same about Reign. She had power, and her own money.

"Maybe that’s what you need," she muttered.

Going on all fours, she crawled her way to her dressing table, and pulled up so she could sit in the chair and stare at her reflection in the mirror.

Surprisingly, there were no tears in her eyes. Whichever was there before had dried up.

She touched her face carefully, feeling as if it belonged to someone else. The usual sadness that would have been etched on it was nowhere to be found.

In place was utter disgust.

Not even at Ace, but at herself. All she ever did was cry. In good times, she cried. In bad times, she cried. Even when it was neither good or bad, she couldn’t just stop crying.

"Why am I not crying now?" She muttered in absolute disbelief.

"Because you’re angry," a voice in her head said.

"Oh please, she doesn’t get angry. Sad? Yes, excited? very much yes, guilty? Definitely yes, but never angry."

"But she is. Can’t you see it? She’s mad at herself for always crying instead of searching for a better way to handle her emotions."

"Crying is healthy."

"Not when it becomes constant, it’s not."

Fay sighed. She would have to agree with that voice for once. Wasn’t it time to stop crying and start coping through normal human means?

What was it she was missing the most? She thought.

Power.

That was the biggest answer. She was nobody in this strange new world. The only person she was supposed to have by her side to help her navigate through the muddy waters would rather be with another woman.

If she had her own power, maybe she could better protect herself.

Maybe she wouldn’t feel all of these emotions towards Ace. Perhaps, she would be able to see things clearly, and not through empathy that poverty instilled in her.

Yeah, she needed power.

She ran a hand through her face. Everyone said she was beautiful. She couldn’t see it, but they insisted on it. If only she could just believe them long enough to grab a hold of that power.

Delusion herself into believing them, so that when she finally got that power, it wouldn’t even matter what her looks were like, anymore.

No. Then it would be about what she could offer. How she could turn things around just by a snap of her finger.

She ran a hand through her hair.

If she had power, people would not easily trample on her anymore. They would bow to her every move.

She would no longer be timid Fay. She would be respected.

All it took was just one call. The matriarch was offering power to her on a platter. Sure it came with the incentive of getting Ace to fall in love with her.

If she could successfully do that, she’d show him what it feels like to love someone who didn’t feel the same way about them, because at that point, her feelings for him would have long disappeared.

Yeah, just one call.

Her phone suddenly beeped, snapping her out of her head.

She gasped, her eyes widening.

"What kind of silly thoughts are you having, Fay," she cautioned herself as she rose to her feet, and went in search of her phone.

She saw her purse laying flat on the bedside table. Searching through it, she found her phone.

She opened it, and saw that the beep was a message notification.

Opening the message, her heart skipped a beat. Her Aunt had somehow found her socials.

"Fay, we need money urgently. Here’s an account details we need you to transfer some money into. We are still your family in case you’ve forgotten," the message simply read.

The do gooder in her jumped, and she hastily turned her body around, and dashed out of the room.

"Marilyn!" She screamed as she stepped out. "Alice!"

She was heading downstairs when she began hearing the running steps of someone.

Before she could reach the staircase, both Marilyn and Alice appeared before her.

"Mrs Fay, you called!" Marilyn said breathlessly.

She looked between the two women who had obviously run all the way here.

"You do know I was going to come meet with you two, regardless? There was no need to run to me," she said.

"There’s every need, Mrs Fay." Alice nodded vigorously.

"Right," she bobbed her head slowly, and squinted her eyes in wonderment. "Anyway, I have a favour to ask of the both of you. Would you like to come to my room?"

This time, they both looked at themselves.

"We would love to come to your room," they said in sync.

"Alright," she said, and headed back to her room.

The door closed behind them, and they drew closer to Fay who was seated at the edge of her bed.

"I’m sorry if I interrupt your busy schedule, but this is important," she said.

"That’s alright," Marilyn waved a dismissive finger. "We’re here for all your needs," she said, projecting a smile.

However, deep down, she wondered if Fay was really okay, or if she was only pretending.

The Fay she had come to know and love like she would her own child, would still be crying at this point.

But thinking about it again, she did abruptly snap out of her distress that other time, after crying profusely.

Maybe that was the same thing happening again.

"What do you want us to do for you, Mrs Fay?" Alice asked.

"I need to send some money to my Aunt, but I have to buy something to make it look like I used the money for myself. I don’t want Ace to collect the card from me. How do you suggest I go about this?"

It was only when the question left her mouth, she started to think again.

The duo didn’t like her Aunt. Their encounter with her proved exactly that..

They were also very loyal staff of Ace.

There wasn’t a world where they possibly would side with her in this situation.

"Damnit Fay! You should have just kept this to yourself," she thought, biting her lips.

"Why do you want to send that woman some money? Haven’t you been burned enough?" Marilyn asked her, a scowl on her face.

"I agree with Marilyn. The nerve of her to ask you for some money after the madness she put on display the other day. She should well and truly be ashamed of herself," Alice added.

"Enough please," Fay pleaded. "I get it. My aunt is not the nicest person. She has her own faults just like every other person on earth, but she’s still the woman that raised me. If she says she needs money for herself and my cousins, I’ll give her the money. Now if the both of you won’t help me, I’ll have to find a way myself."

She rose to her feet, ready to walk away when Marilyn gently called her back.

"Mrs Fay, we’ll help you," she said in a soft voice.

Alice bumped her hand across her, and shook her head negatively.

"We have to," Marilyn mouthed to her.

Alice’s pointy chin clearly did not share that sentiment.

Taking a deep breath, Fay walked back to them.

"I’m listening," she said.

"We could go shopping," Marilyn suggested.

"I know!" Fay’s face lit up.

"Know what?" Marilyn asked, when Alice, who was clearly not in support of any of this, threw her face to the side.

"I’ve been craving ice cream for a while now. Do you think we can go get some?"

"But ice cream money and the money you’d send to your aunt are not in any way equivalent. How’s that going to work?"

"We’ll figure it out, Mar. Please go get dressed. I’ll meet you down in ten. And Alice," she turned to the chef. "I know you’re clearly not in support of this, so I don’t mind you sitting this out. Don’t feel like you have to go out of your comfort zone to help me. You know I’ll never put you in that position."

"Thank you for understanding my plight, Mrs Fay," she bowed. "If you’ll please excuse me," she straightened, and walked out of the room.

"She doesn’t hate me, does she?" Fay questioned Marilyn in a worried tone.

"On the contrary ma’am, she’s worried about you," she replied, as she watched her best friend leave.