Billy Evans

John F. Kennedy airport never stops accomodating passengers leaving the country and those who were returning. Her heels clackered as she made her wa out of the VIP lounge along with other models who were returning from Paris Fashion week. It's every woman's dream and every model's top priority. To walk the ramp donned with the most expensive clothes and shoes that only the rich and the famous can afford and the after parties.

"Billy! See you,I heard Tommy H. will be hosting a party tomorrow night," a fellow model of African descent expressed her will to attend, "I hope you bring your billionaire boyfriend since he was MIA in Paris."

The other girls gigled as they began attracting attention. A flock of ultra skinny girls walking the airport lobby is definitely a treat for regular Americans. Billy sighed but smiled sweetly, it was her fault too, she told the girls that Conrad would be there and even VIP'ed one seat for him because she did mention it and that night, while they share a passionate night together, Conrad agreed but she did not followed up on him.

Billy was under the impression that he'd make a mental note of it, as it turns out, he did not and she had to come up with a clever excuse to save face. "Yeah, yeah. You know, he's busy. Running a big company is no small feat. Of course, you girls won't understand, this is your job while for me----it's just a hobby that pays."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Wait," Billy grabbed the other model who replied to her, "what do you mean?"

The model smiled a lopsided smile, "sure, we know you do this for a hobby and you have a family business. But what's with the imaginary boyfriend?"

"Imaginary..." she inhaled, refusing to let go of her arm, "say that again..."

"Or what? Check social media. Conrad Knight is seen dating a woman."

Billy paled and finally let go of her colleague's arm with what she heard. But she was not done, in the modelling world, Billy thrives. She's well paid and her portfolio though mediocre and there are far more better models out there, manages to bag the coveted jobs because of her connections and daddy's money. In girl world, this is free access to 'no friends' status.

"Thought so, bye ladies." The woman bid her goodbye and soon all the girls left her in the VIP lounge.

Her driver came to find her. Billy sat there with her phone in hand. She did the inevitable, she checked articles about Conrad and there were indeed candid photos of himself and a woman she haven't seen before. The shots were not giving much of her, most of them were taken showing Conrad's side profile and his arm on the small of his back. The articles were released three days ago.

In the past few months that she'd been seeing Conrad, the paparazzi caught a picture of them together, five minutes later it was posted online and Conrad's PR team managed to turn it down. How come this one managed to stay and with hundreds of comments praising how lucky the mystery girl was.

It's impossible that Conrad's team did not saw it. They are meticulous when it comes to his reputation. That's why they only meet in Hotels and never in his home or his flat. Added to that, she could not believe that the always hovering Anastasia Knight did nothing in her power to clean up the mess. She was breathing in her neck when Conrad brought her as her date before she went to Paris.

"Who is this motherfucker?" Billy murmured.

"Miss, Billy? The car is waiting." Her driver stated to wake her up from her deep thinking as he grabbed his two heavy luggages. "Will these be all?"

"Yes, unless you see more LV's."

"Sorry," the driver uttered, completely used to her attitude. Trailing behind her. "Miss Billy, your father gave strict orders to take you home immediately."

"I know, it's not like he did not remind me since the time we boarded. Here's what you will do. Take my bags there and I will have to visit a friend."

"But..."

"You will lose your job eitherway, I know. You've been working for us since I was a kid and that shit did not happen ever. I got you. See you! Take care of the LV's!"

**I**t's office hours and as usual, she onn her way to visit Conrad in his office since she was never allowed in his flat no matter how hard she begged for him to take her there. At first, she thought he was being reasonable since spending time in hotels are better given the kind of fucking they do. Both her and Conrad have very high endurance levels and their lovemaking was definitely one for the books for her.

Maybe that is why she can't afford to lose Conrad. Sure, she's got a couple of gorgeous men waiting for her to accept their date offers and she would give in occassionally whenever she's overseas just to pass boredom but she never saw them as someone she's willing to end up for a long period of time, except Conrad Knight.

Billy knew that her father had learned of her actions the moment the driver gets on the car and will call her anytime. She hailed a cab and got on with ease, PharmaKnight is three blocks away but she won't risk walking.

When she got off and paid the cab driver twice her fare, the man beamed at him and drove off. She's a charitable human being, her parents taught her the principles of sharing but some things are not worth sharing.

Her phone rings, she already knew who it was and debated if she's going to answer or not but she's daddy's girl. Breathing deeply, she fishes her phone put of her coat.

"Took you a while, for a moment there, I thought you no longer love me." Billy teased.

[For the love of God, Billy. Where are you? The driver told me you left and told him to take your bags here.]

"Dad," she smiled, "I am alive and for your information, this is New York. We live here. You weren't this worried while I was in Paris. What gives?"

Long pause. Her father won't end the call. [You really want to hear why I am more worried if you are here than overseas? That prick you are crazy for is here, that's why.]

Billy rolled her eyes in annoyance. At twenty five, her parents, especially her father thinks that she's still in highschool. Incapable of making decisions by herself and for herself. As an only child, she already knew what was coming for her but still.

"Dad, I will be home for dinner, okay? Besides, the prick you are pertaining to owns one of the biggest companies in the city." She suddenly remembered why she was there, she had to know straight from the horse's mouth that the photos were nothing, maybe a publicity stunt and ask him why he did not choose to wait for her until she gets back from her work abroad.

[I am warning you, don't come home upset.]

"I love you, dad."

Click.

Her father is an awesome person, an overprotective one but from time to time, she finds herself breaking the rules once in a while. Just like now. She know every nook and cranny of the building and the security guy knows her well. She proceeded without caution and instantly saw how Conrad's office changed drastically from miles away. The transparent glass wall was gone. In it's place was a dark tinted glass wall.

If memory serves her right, it was just blurred in the middle area, excluding the person outside to see exactly what was going on but gives the right silhouette to determine if she's on the table and Conrad was having a feast with her midsection. Now it's completely dark, blocking everything.

Andrew sees her. "Hey, Miss Billy."

Billy keeps her eyes fixed on the upgrade and Andrew understood. "Sir Conrad thinks he is too obvious. Hence, the tinted office. We wanted walls but the contractor we prefer is kinda busy----"

"Is he seeings someone new now?"

"Y-you're asking me that?"

"Not if he's in his office. You don't have to answer me." She answered sternly.

"He's actually out."

"Where?"

"He...um...I don't know."

"Don't fuck with me, Andrew. You are his secretary. That's your job. You are paid for it."

"I really don't. Anything personal is out of my hands and control."

Her eyes land on the leather notebook that Andrew failed to return inside his drawer. He closed his eyes and let a soft 'oh, shit' that reached Billy's ears. She grabbed it before Andrew could take it away and leafed through.

Andrew smugly mocked her, "see, told you."

"If he is seeing someone and I find it out..." she seethed with anger and frustration.

"Or what? I never knew you two were exclusive, Miss Billy."