Don't play with my heart, Mr Billionaire

"Mom, can I go with you to see Grandpa" my daughter asked as she burst into my room.

"You'll get to see him another day, okay!" "This isn't the right time" I answered, dressing my hair.

Crystal's face fell. Why can't I meet Grandpa, Mommy?" 

I hesitated, unsure of what to tell her.

I forced a smile and knelt beside her cupping her cheeks "Sweetie. Grandpa lives far away, and you wouldn't want to miss school."

She nodded.

Now smile for mummy. She smiled opening her small teeth. I tickled her causing her to giggle. And she freed herself from me and ran out of my room.

Ever since I told her about her grandpa, she has been so eager to meet him. Crystal was born out of wedlock.

The doorbell interrupted my thought. "Mummy, Miss Gold is here," Crystal shouted in her high-pitched voice. I went to look through my door camera to be sure Crystal saw it right before opening the door.

I checked the door camera and let Gold in. 

"Hi Gold, how are you doing?" My lips curled into a smile as I embraced her.

"I'm fine Arielle," she smiled back, and Crystal rushed to hug her nanny's leg.

Like I said, I'll be back in three days, if there's anything you need, please call me. 

"I'll miss you so much, Mom," Crystal whispered, her eyes already teary. " I'll miss you too," I replied and I squatted to hug her and she started sniffing.

Don't cry, darling, we'll go get ice cream when I get back. 

I took my small luggage and left the apartment. As they closed behind, I took a moment to collect my thoughts. I hope Crystal will be safe and nothing will happen before I get back.

Crystal's tearful goodbye still lingered in my mind. Shaking off the emotion, I focused on the task at hand: facing my father. 

The driver's polite smile greeted me as I entered the car. 'Good morning,' I replied, settling in for the ride to the airport."

My phone rang, and I smiled as I  picked up

"Hi Aunt, I'm on my way now."

"Ok darling. I hope you'll come to visit when you get here."

Sweet Aunt, why would I not come to visit my favorite aunt in the whole wide world?

"Don't flatter me," she said, giggling.

" Aunt, what if Dad's just pretending and he has found out about Crystal"

"Why do you say so darling?"

When we talked over the phone a few times I sensed something off from the way he spoke. Something like betrayal I don't know.

"I don't think he knows dear". I know my brother. If he does, he won't hide it, and he'll state his mind, be it over a text, phone call or whatever.

I sighed.

"Arielle, sweetie, your father loves you. He wouldn't cut you off like he did me," Aunt replied reassuringly.

Tell him, Arielle Crystal is four years old now; you're wasting time. 

I bit my lips. "Alright, aunt, talk to you later".

After an hour I got to the airport, paid the driver and went in.  I boarded my flight, lost in thought.

It wasn't even an hour when we took off. My eyes lingered on the clouds wishing I could talk to my mom again.

The hours passed, and before I knew it, we landed. I collected my luggage and called Dad.

He sent his driver to pick me up. 

"Hey, Miss Arielle," a driver said as he pulled over in front of me, his smile so wide that I found it creepy.