Contract With The Cold-Hearted Billionaire

Inside the beautiful mansion, were beautiful cushion chairs, arranged neatly around the very large living room, with a glass table, placed in the center.

A young man of about thirty of age, walked in and slumped on the chair, he looked really disturbed.

He sighed, then stood up, walked to the bar section, picked a bottle of wine, and came back to take a seat.

He opened the bottle, and poured some of the content into the glass cup, before taking a sip.

He looked really disturbed, what could be wrong with him?

His phone rang, and he picked it up, before placing it over his ear.

"Hey man", he said into the phone.

"Hey dude, where are you?" A masculine voice said over the phone.

"Where will I be?, of course I'm at home", he said, and heard the man chuckled.

"Ok, will be there in a few minutes, I'm close", the masculine voice said again, and the line went dead.

He sighed, then dropped his phone beside him on the chair, and gulped down the whole content of the glass cup in his hand, making a grimace afterwards. With the look on his face, the drink seemed to be bitter in taste.

Few minutes later, the entrance door opened, and a young man, dressed in black crazy jean trouser, a blue long sleeve shirt, with the two up buttons opened, revealing his masculine chest, which has a tattoo on it, and the sleeves folded up to his elbow lines, his blonde hair was hugging his head, with some strand, covering his left eye.

"Hey man", the man said, as he walked in.

"Jay man", he hailed, as he extend his hand for a handshake. The Jay guy shook hands with him, and sat opposite him on the other chair.

"Tristan its been a while", Jay said, as he rested his back on the chair.

"Yeah, just here in my damn house, thinking about the whole shit of life", he said amidst chuckle, then stood up and walked into the kitchen. He came back almost immediately with a glass cup and a bottle of champagne.

"Here you go man, I know you don't do vodka", he said, as he dropped them on the table, and took a seat.

Jay opened the champagne bottle, and poured himself some drink.

"So what's up?", Jay asked, as he took a sip from the drink.

"Nothing is up, just frustrated. Frustration is an understatement here Jay, I'm depressed", he said, and Jay pulled on a puzzled look.

"What's wrong man?"Jay asked, and he sighed, before gulping down the whole content of the glass, and made to pour another shot, but Jay was fast to stop him.

"Hey cmon man, drinking won't solve anything. You're gonna get yourself drunk", Jay said, as he kept the bottle of vodka away.

"Jay, you know at times, I just my life, I always wished I'm from an ordinary family, where I make decisions for myself, I always wished I chose a free career, instead of this damn music", he said, almost in tears. He was frustrated.

"Cmon don't say that man, we both know you have passion for this, so what's up now?" Jay said, and he sighed.

"Yes I do have passion for it, I love it with everything in me, but look at me now, those fans out there, are just suffocating me, they're not giving me a breathing space, I can't even go anywhere freely, without taking my guards with me. Just imagine my frustration Jay", he said, and Jay burst into a loud laughter.

It's funny, right?, of course it is. How could someone be this crazy?, He's the center of attraction, everyone loves him, and he has a good number of fans all over the world, why the hell was he bugged by them?

"You can't be serious right now Tristan", Jay said amidst chuckle, and he rolled his eyes angrily.

"I should've known better than telling you this. You're just an annoying jerk, you know it?" He said, and sighed.

"Its not what you think man, its just that this is funny", Jay said.

"Funny to you, but frustrating to me. Like I really wanna go out alone now, have fun, go to amusement parks, go to ice cream joints, get an ice cream, and lick it, while I walk on the road, but hell no, I can't try it now, I don't want anyone jumping on me on my way", he said, and Jay tried as much as to control the urge to laugh. Like this guy before him was just being unbelievable.

"I don't see that as a problem man, so what else is bothering you, because about this, I'll help you out, trust me on this", Jay said, and his face brightened, as a smile crept on his face, but disappeared immediately, followed by a deep frown.

"What's it now?"Jay asked, and he sighed.

"Mom wants me to get married", he announced, and Jay choked on his drink, as he coughed seriously.

"Hey watch it", he said with an eye roll, and closed his eyes, as he rested his back on the chair, waiting for his friend to get done with his exaggerations, so they could continue their discussion.

"You don't mean it Tristan", Jay managed to say, as he dropped the glass cup, and cleaned his already stained nose with a tissue paper.

"Do I look like I'm joking?, if I look like I am, then get it now, I am not, read my lips, I am not joking!", he said angrily, and Jay scoffed.

"Hey calm down man, talk to me", Jay said, and he sighed.

"The woman is just hell bent on frustrating hell out of me dude. Like how could she even think of that?, this is damn crazy, you know?", he said, and Jay sighed, obviously confused.

"But why would she say that?" Jay asked, and he shrugged.

"I don't know, she was saying that she wanna see her grandchildren before she dies, or something like that, I don't know when mom became a Nigerian, like what the fuck!, this shit is usually common with Nigerian mothers, and what's this shit man?

She even went extra mile, to tell me that I am not getting any younger, I mean look at me Jay, I'm just twenty eight, and not some old shit men, how could she even think of marriage at this age?", he said in one breath, and Jay sighed.

"That's totally bad, man. What do you intend to do?" Jay asked, and he shrugged.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing Jay. I mean we both know that I hate marriage, it's not my thing, that shit ain't for me, and there's no way I'm ever gonna suck myself into such bull shit, like never, but what do I do now that it has to do with mom, you know her, I shouldn't even telling you that, coz I know you know mom very well", he said, and Jay sighed.

"You know your mom Tristan, she will never back off, not until you do what she wants you to, so, what's the agenda now?", Jay asked, looking at his friend questioningly.

"I don't know seriously. What're you suggesting I do?" He said, obviously confused.

"How about you discuss this with your girlfriend?, Marian I mean", Jay said, and he scoffed.

"Don't even go there Jay, coz we already agreed we're never gonna get married, so just think of something else", he said, and Jay scoffed. Like he wasn't getting what he meant by that, is he being serious or just joking around?

"What do you mean by that?", Jay asked, with that questioning look on his face, he needed to be clarified, he thought the two were supposed to be deeply in love, so what's up with his friend?, why that statement?

"Well, I and Marian agreed that we're never gonna get married, and that's it", he said nonchalantly, obviously looking less concerned about it, it wasn't a big deal to him.

"But you're both in love with each other", Jay said, and he shrugged.

"And that's why we don't wanna get married, because we both are in love", he said, obviously finding the discussion boring already.

"What's that man?" Jay asked, still confused.

"Maybe some other time, so what do you suggest?" He asked, and Jay sighed.

"How about paying someone to give you a baby?"Jay said, and he furrowed his eyebrow.