Taming A Billionaire

Nik's point of view

I was right in bringing Neon over to my place, Isabella's mood changed for the better instantly. She was as delighted as a child who found a profound love for a new toy. It was as if the baby gave her the reason to live once again. 

But unknown to her, seeing Neon was a big stab to my heart. His appearance kept on reminding me of what I had lost and would never regain for eternity. 

Each time I saw him, all I saw was my own child who would have reached that same level of growth if he had been given a chance at life and his mother I had failed to protect. 

It wasn't easy to live with the raw memories, however, it got easier day by day. Now, I could breathe a bit seeing that smile on my daughter's face. 

For reasons known to her, Isabella wasn't that open to Jennifer which she noticed, still didn't complain nor harp on it - thankfully, the woman knew her place. 

I might be Neon's Godfather and sympathetic about her husband's death but I won't have anyone come into my house and oppress my daughter, she understood her limit - clearly. 

It was good to know that Isabella didn't make Jennifer's stay that uncomfortable neither did she play a cruel prank on her - she just maintained her distance from the woman, making small talks when necessary- which made me conclude, my daughter was afraid of giving out her heart. 

Well, I was not going to force Isabella into liking her, Jennifer would just have to give her space and time. 

However, the same wasn't said for Neon, Isabella had stolen the role of a mother from Jennifer; morning, afternoon, night, Neon was always in her arms. 

In just a few days, Isabella dedicated her entire time to the boy - which was quite frightening if I might add - She was always seen cradling Neon in her arms - doesn't her arms ache at all?

Isabella was always singing lullabies, feeding and making funny faces at him, and changing his diapers - something I haven't done since I took him in. 

In conclusion, Neon was her new obsession. The only thing Isabella hadn't tried on is breastfeeding him - which I'm afraid she might have done if she had one. Who knows what's going on in that mind of hers?

Currently, I'm outside her therapist's office waiting for her session to be over. But there was something different about today, this would be the last therapy Isabella would be receiving, not because she's cured or something, but because we're moving out of here. 

Yeah, this was the final step of recovering from the grieving process - leaving the memories behind. Correction, I wasn't forgetting about Maya, rather I was moving on.

But I can't forge ahead when everything in my place reminded me of her. I can't keep dwelling on the past and I'm sure Maya understands that wherever she is. 

So we're leaving, my daughter and I, with the new addition to the family. Sure, we would be back but that would be after the wounds in our hearts are all healed. 

My attention was drawn when the door to the office was opened and Isabella came out only to surprise me with a hug. 

My body stiffened, I wasn't expecting that. This girl would give me a heart attack with her surprises one day. 

"What is it now Isabella, do you need a favor?" I asked, knowing she always has a valid reason for everything she does. 

"Can't a girl hug her father?" She glanced up at me, her hands still wrapped around me. 

I smirked," Not when she has an ulterior motive" her gaze met mine and she looked away with a bashful blush, like a thief caught in the middle of the act. 

"Well, there's no motive behind this one, so just shut up and savor this once in a while opportunity," 

"Fine, madam," I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying this rare occurrence. 

Looking up, I caught sight of the therapist taking a photo of both of us. 

The sharp Isabella, sensing the presence of a third party, pulled away abruptly, adopting a poker face. 

"You both are so cute together, " gushed her therapist who goes by the name Silvia while I made a mental note of requesting that picture later. 

I cleared my throat, "Is she done for the day?" 

"Of course," Silvia lowered herself to Izzy's height, "Do remember to send photos of your new friends to me,"

"Yeah, in your dreams," Isabella clicked her tongue and faced me saying," I'll wait for you in the car, don't keep me waiting for long," 

"She's a darling yet a handful," Silvia observed.

"Yeah," I acquiesced before focusing my attention on this beautiful therapist. I would have gotten into her pants already if I was back to my playboy ways. 

"I can't thank you enough for what you have done for my daughter," 

She waved it off with a laugh, "Nah, I just did my job. Moreover, the only reason this treatment was effective was that you took my advice seriously and worked hard to see your daughter returned to normal. You're the one who should be proud of your achievement,"

Well, I was not going to lie, it had been quite a tough struggle the past weeks dealing with Isabella. 

"Alright," I tucked my hand into the pocket of my jeans," I'll keep you updated on her progress," 

"Sure" she agreed. 

I hugged her, not to feel her curves- mind you- I'm a changed man. 

By the time I made it to the car, Isabella was giving me judgemental looks. 

"What?" I asked when her scorching gaze became too much. 

"Nothing," she pursed her lips.

Liar.

I continued the drive home since we would be leaving in a few hours. 

"Look, I didn't hit on your therapist if that's what you're thinking- I'm still grieving for Maya," I explained myself. 

Isabella had seen me at my worst behavior - which I'm not proud of- it was not surprising for her to think that way. 

"Then keep up your grieving for five years more," Isabella conditioned.

My head whipped towards her from shock," Are you for real?" 

"I don't need any woman in your life for five years- loved or not. Are you not up for it?" She cocked her brow challengingly.

The corners of my mouth quirked.

I was a man, how was I going to bring to a standstill my sexual urges for that long? Isabella might as well have told me to wear metal underwear with a lock and key. Fine, it's all for Maya.

"Deal,"