Being a Billionaire's Son

The beginning of something

Marcel came with his dad to their favorite restaurant. It has been long they visited, he wanted to invite christabel but, she refused. They already booked a spot. The restaurant was outdoor. Table was arrange outside, while the main shop, where the workers bring out people's orders. The owner of the shop was talking to Marcel dad. She asked Marcel to get go get their orders, so Marcel left them, on getting to the main shop, he heard a familiar voice, he turned around, quickly, trying to pinpoint the location of that familiar voice. He soon spotted christabel and Sam, he was filled with rage immediately. Furious with anger, he walked straight to their table and hit it hard with his hands. Sam push christabel before the impact and the damage affected him only. The table on Sam was on the floor. Christabel and Sam immediately turn to the direction of the person with fear. "Marcel" christabel yelled standing up from the floor. "What the meaning of this" she tried to push Marcel, but he held her hands. He was staring at Sam on the floor. Christabel what are you doing here, he screamed at the top of his voice. "This poor thing" he pointed at Sam. " You are letting this beggar get full use of you." "What have he done to you" he stared at christabel. Marcel attempted to lift Sam on the floor. But christabel holds him back. " Leave him alone" christabel said, getting hold of Marcel hands, but he pushes her away. "Don't you see christabel, can't you see", Marcel rephrase his words. "He is using you, I bet you paid for these, this beggar is pulling you down, can't you see christabel Marcel raise his voice. "I won't take this any more he pointed at christabel, it neither me nor him christabel Marcel said point at Sam. Sam gets up, he is going through pain, " "she doesn't have to chose for anything" Sam said finding is way out, "thanks for the meal" he said smiling at christabel. Marcel got more furious he wanted to hit Sam, but Mr. Johnson arrived at the scene. Marcel, he screams "if you dare touch him ". Marcel turned surprised, he finally looked around, everybody was watching, Marcel drops his hands, he felt ashamed. Mr. Johnson walked towards him. He slap Marcel on his face, he was furious, he looked away making a deadly face standing still. "Go home" Mr. Johnson said he facial expressions wasn't pleasing. Marcel walked out of the crowd, pushing anybody who was on his way. He didn't regret his actions, but he wasn't satisfied, Sam was still smiling he thought inside his mind.

Mr. Johnson rushed to Sam, who stood up like nothing happened, "are you okay" he said touching Sam body". I am good Sam said shaking is body, assuring Mr Johnson that he perfectly okay. "Please don't mind his actions he goes crazy sometimes" yeah everybody does, Sam said laughing. Mr. Johnson tried to cough out some words, but it didn't pull through, he finally said sorry, I will apologize for his sake, Sam just smiled at Mr. Johnson, I am fine he said.

Mr. Johnson turned to christabel direction who was standing tall, she can't comprehend what just happened, he gave christabel some money to take him to the nearest clinic.

"Am sorry" he said, please forgive him for his actions. He walked away to take Sam home, he told christabel. He buried his heads on the floor, you could tell he was ashamed. 

Mr. Johnson soon disappeared out of sight. Christabel rushed to Sam quickly, they walked out of the restaurant.

"Sam" christabel called repeatedly, rushing to his direction. I am okay Sam said, on his knees. After Mr. Johnson left, he fell to his knees. He quickly gets up before christabel reached him." am fine" he said. Christabel supported him out of the restaurant, and they went to the nearest clinic. Sam got some injuries, but they at serve. Christabel waited has Sam got treated. If Sam hadn't pushed me, he won't have these injuries. Christabel laughed, batting her mouth. He should've protected himself first. 

a moment later, Sam treatment was done. Sam came out and christabel took his hands, Sam didn't want to stress christabel. " You can go home now, he said. Christabel did answer him. Instead, she pay the bills, and they got out. She marches forward, taking Sam hands from the behind like a newborn baby. 

christabel took Sam home. She went straight to the kitchen, only to remember that, she didn't buy the ingredients. She made do with, the once, she had. A few minutes later, christabel came out. " I prepare something for you, it should be your evening food christabel. 

Sam sat on a couch, he had a bottle of groundnut with him. He poured so in his hands, taking it bit by bit into his mouth. Thanks, christabel he said after she finished talking. Christabel wanted to cough out some words, but she ended up in silence. I will be leaving now she said, Sam stands up to follow her, when she supposedly fell down, but Sam held her quickly before she could land on the floor. Sam quickly spotted her knee it was injured, even though he acted quickly, but it still wasn't enough, christabel still got hurt, he blamed himself. Sam carry christabel, she light as a feather, she barely opened her eyes. This must be from the shock of what happened. Sam's gentle placed her on the couch. He ran inside the kitchen he poured water on a kettle, and he went inside his room. He brought out a dry towel. Sam sat in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil.

Christabel opened her eyes, she was on Sam couch, she remembers vividly what happened, her knee had got hurt, when Marcel push her away. Sam rushed to her with a bowl of hot water. He soaked the towel inside the bowl. Christabel stared at Sam, while he was to squeeze the towel. He located the , injured part. "Stay still" he told christabel. He placed the towel on the spot and christabel felt the pressure from it. She bit her mouth not to voice out the pain. Sam cleaned the injured and applied some antibiotics inside. " You will be fine now", he said, smiling. Christabel was watches him. He was sweating. "Sam I am sorry, I caused all this, she said with a crying tone. Sam cover her mouth, before she could continue, you did nothing and nothing happened. Christabel wonders how someone can be this calm and self controlled. Sam cleans the floor. Sam brought out a notebook, jotted some words in it. Christabel watching him laying on the couch. I want to write the key points in the novel "dark face". "You can do that another day" christabel said, looking worried. Sam has been working, non-stop. "I not tired" Sam said focusing on his writing. 

"oh yeah, am done, with this well plotted outlines, you won't fail any questions, he said raising the notebook up. "Unless am not the writer" he said staring at me. We bust into laughter. He come closer to me, how is your knee doing. Getting better, christabel said. Sam looked at the spot again, christabel tries to get up, she mistakenly slipped her legs, her face jammed Sam face, and she fell on top of Sam they both stared at each.