Page 23 of Stalked By the Billionaire

And today, we can announce, he has done it again.

He and his wife Gabriella have welcomed their first child, a daughter named Harriet, into the world.

Harrison made the formal announcement on his website with a photo of Harriet’s tiny fingers wrapped around her mother’s little finger. The caption read, “Gabriella and I would like to introduce to the world our first child, a daughter, Harriet Lucy Turner. Mother and baby are both happy and healthy.”

The post delighted but surprised the technology world.

The boy did good and I’m jealous as fuck he got his happily ever after.

I love we’re best friends, and that he asked me to be his daughter’s godfather. I just hope Harrison slows down and enjoys being a father.

What’s the point of being a billionaire if you can’t see your child grow before your very eyes?

I send him a quick message.

Me: I’m still in talks with several dating agencies and telecoms about your ‘Find this Person’ app. I won’t let you down.

I’m still not paying you more than 10%.

Harrison sends another text with a laughing emoji.

I laugh, hoping none of the other passengers hear me chuckling to myself. Harrison made me a very wealthy man. Not quite billionaire status, but with more money than I could ever wish for. Now I want to share it with her.

Ava.

Yes, I’m still brooding over my ex-girlfriend, and it’s gotten worse since she disappeared off social media.

I wonder if she knew I was stalking her?

But I spent three years being her boyfriend. Three years of loving her so much. And since we split up nearly four years ago, I’ve never stopped thinking about her. I know for sure that it can only be her for me.

I love that Ava loved me for who I was regardless of my flaws... and I had plenty back at Oxford University. She also loved me when I was a nerd, trying to fit in when my body seemed to develop a little slower than others did. Not that you’d ever know because I caught up, well and truly.

Ava loved the nerd who wore glasses, though now I wear contacts.

She fell in love with the man with esteem issues, though nobody would guess that now either.

I was overwhelmed that beautiful Ava wanted me—that she fell in love with me.

We started as friends only a couple of weeks after starting university.

We were more than friends not long after.

We were paired to make a presentation in one of our law classes. I thought being so pretty, she’d be a bit of an airhead. Wow, was I wrong about that! No, Ava knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to go for it.

I wanted to take the lead in the presentation and at first it was a battle as I tried to exert my authority. Because as much as I was a nerd, my father instilled in me a forthright bullishness to get what I wanted from life.

Ava just wanted to prove herself, so I relented.

She smiled. “That was hard, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was, but worth it to see you smile,“ I told her. I thought I was smooth at the time and it was so unlike me. The reason I thought it was smooth was because I leaned in to kiss her lips immediately after.

What I didn’t expect was for her to respond, not like she did, but she did, and that was the start of the relationship. The start of us.

One simple kiss, my first kiss, my first lover, my first everything. What made it sweeter was I was hers too.

I was going to be all her firsts. All her lasts.

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