Filed to story: The Billionaire’s Regret Novel By Symplyayisha
“It depends on how busy she is. Sometimes she closes by 6, sometimes 7 or 8 pm
“Why do you ask?…. Holy shit, you around?”
“I think so.”
“Stop being a pussy! You are here for real? I swear I could cry now.” The tone of her voice changed.
“Yeah.”
“Thank goodness!”
“Look, Oscar, I don’t care if you are here for work but you have to see Victoria. ”
“Why?” He said, acting all innocent.
“Are you kidding me, you have been nothing but miserable since you left and I promise you that it was the same for Vicky.”
*Besides, I think she has so much to say to you. So you really need to see her .”
“You are not just coming up with this just to keep her away from Ashton right?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Oscar. You should know me by now by being able to realize when I am serious about a situation.
“I already told you that I am trying to get over Ashton. Besides, Vicky doesn’t h ave eyes for him so there is nothing I need to be jealous about.”
“I’m not a fan of Vicky too but I’m your friend. I would never push you to do an ything ridiculous”
“You both like each other so fuck the ego and go be with your woman”
“I know you want to see her, that’s why you were asking what time she closes from work”
“I will give you a call when she’s about to leave the office so you can meet her wherever
“You are being nice.”
you want.”
“You may be a pain in the neck sometimes but I care about you. And if being with Vicky is what makes you happy then I will be glad to help in any way I ca n
“Stay close to your phone so you will go meet her immediately I text.” “I will, thanks.”
“Sure, I’m kind of busy now so we will talk later. Bye.” Bessie said, ending the call.
Oscar sighed, tossing his phone aside and crawling into the big– sized bed. Since it was still the early hours of the afternoon, he decided to tak e a nap pending the time Bessie was going to reach out to him.
Oscar couldn’t deny the fact that he had a good rest. He had no idea how long he slept for but he knew he felt better than he was before he fell asleep.
Taking a glance at his phone, he saw that time was far gone and that Bessie s ent him a text Seventeen minutes ago.
Oscar carefully got down from the bed, He dashed into the bathroom and came out almost immediately, after which he started getting ready.
Once done, he picked up his phone, wallet, and key card to his suite, then exit ed the room.
Oscar was waiting in line for the traffic sign to change so he could continue wit h his journey when he looked at his side through the window and came face to face with a store where they sell kids items.
He instantly thought of his daughter and that was when it crossed his mind tha t he had never done anything for her or bought anything for her.
Before Oscar could make a decision, the traffic light changed and cars started moving.
As much as Oscar tried to push the thoughts away, he couldn’t help it. He was already three minutes away when he made a U–
turn and drove in the direction of the store he had seen earlier.
“This is crazy!” He mumbled in disbelief as he stood in the middle of a section of the store, staring while holding a basket, not knowing which item to go for.
Oscar had been in charge of making million–
dollar decisions but never had he found himself conflicted like this, trying to de cide what a five–year–old was going to like.
He exhaled, massaging his temple as he resumed strolling around to other sections of the store. They had beautiful dresses and shoes but he w asn’t sure If he should pick out a shoe for her since he had no idea what her si ze was.
In Twenty–
three minutes, Oscar found himself leaving the store with four big bags.
After loading the bags in the backseat, he continued his journey and finally got to Vicky’s residence in less than fifteen.
minutes.
Oscar swallowed painfully when he saw her drive after the gate to her place o pened automatically.
Not wanting to appear as a freak, he parked his car outside the gate, got down, decided to le ave the gifts in the car for now, and helped himself in.
Oscar couldn’t explain the relief he felt when he still met the gate open. He got in and took a quiet step in the direction of where Vicky parked her car. For the first time, he was able to take good notice of her surroundings. The last time he was here, it was dark and even though it was way past 7 pm now, it was still a bit bright, giving him a clear view of ever ything. Oscar was almost there when Vicky got down from the car. He thought she was going to see him but she seemed to have her mind focused on some thing else as her glance was only focused on where she was headed, which w as inside her home.
Hardly had Victoria taken five steps when something fell off her but she didn’t notice.
With quiet steps, Oscar picked it up and then decided to draw her attention to i t.
You dropped this.”
With his eyes glued on her, he saw the way she froze, stopping in her tracks, with her back facing him.
There was almost a minute silence between the duo. Oscar was expecting her to say something or to turn around but none of that happened.
He tucked a hand in his pocket and took steps forward to where she was, com ing face to face with her.
Oscar noticed Victoria was looking as beautiful as he remembered. She was l ooking a bit stressed, very shocked about seeing. him but admits of the expre ssion, he could see the glow in her.
Oscar saw her plump lips move, but no words came out of it.
“You dropped this!” For the first time, he intentionally took note of what he pick ed up from the floor earlier and saw that it was a business card of one Doctor Tais, with the title ‘Obgyn‘ beside her nam e.
Seeing what he was holding. Vicky instantly collected the card from him, tucki ng it into her handbag which she held onto tightly.
“W….what are…you doing here?” She finally managed to say, her voice comi ng out very shaky. She had no bad feelings about him being here but she was just surprised that he was here since she was planning a trip over to his place in two days. She wasn’t prepared for this confrontation so she was unsure as to how to react.
“Good to see you. I heard you were with Greg recently.”
“L..I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Do you love him?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Answer my question, Vicky. Do you love Greg?”
“What do I have to do with your best friend? Where is this question coming fro m?”