I pick him

"Snow."

I picked up the envelope and opened it, pouring all of its content on my bed.

Daddy had been thorough as usual. A picture of Snow flew out the envelope, falling on my bed beside a small hard covered note book.

As I held the picture up to my face, brown eyes and chiseled jaw came into my view. I stared, getting lost in the beauty of my potential billionaire husband.

Jabari Snow was standing behind a sea of blue water, wearing a white transparent v neck t-shirt and jeans trousers. His blonde hair was long and in a neat ponytail, sunglasses sitting on his head. Without realizing, though expected, I was literally drooling because of him.

He had small eyes and thick brows. His nose wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. In my opinion… it was perfect. And his lips, with the sun shining down on him, glistened. I was so close to touching my lips with the picture in my hand but held myself back. There was absolutely no need to turn this beautiful moment into something creepy.

Immediately, I felt the urge to see more pictures of Jabari. Maybe one without a shirt on if I was lucky.

I grabbed my phone and typed Jabari Snow on safari, and a lot of articles and pictures popped up. I scrolled through the images, ignoring the articles. I knew he was a billionaire. And that's all I needed to know about him.

"Gorgeous." I sighed feeling like I was in heaven.

I laid belle up on my bed as I watched Jabari's pictures. One after the other, dissecting and scrutinizing until I was full.

He was sexy!

My God!!!

Every swipe he had on a different look, and It felt like I was looking at a magazine for models. Rich sophisticated beautiful models. One of his pictures he wore nothing but briefs. I quickly saved it, my excitement pushing away the inappropriateness of doing that.

I knew I needed to drop my phone and see what dad had written about him, but I couldn't. I couldn't put down my phone. Not when this angelic man with taut muscles was staring right back at me.

I've always been a sucker for fine boys. But I never imagined I would ever be able to land one of these men. And the thought that it was possible, the idea that I could, my mind was almost blown.

I wanted to share the news. But I had no one. No one close enough, that is.

Could I do this alone? Would dad's instructions be enough to do this?

Dropping my phone was hard, but I needed to know what I was getting into.

I'd made up my mind. I needed the money, and I couldn't possibly, in hell, pass up meeting Jabari Snow. Especially after I'd seen the life he was living. A stress free billionaire life. There was just no way I was passing up on that.

Besides, dad said he wasn't dangerous. None of the men he had picked were dangerous. So, there was nothing really to be worried about. Right?

"Jabari Snow."

Age twenty six. According to what I was reading, he was an athlete.

"Just the way I like 'em. Okay."

Jabari's likes were, in summary, all things athletic and outdoorsy. He lived life on the edge. Bungee jumping, traveling, rock climbing, skydiving, skinny dipping, name it, and he'd done it.

And apparently, He liked his women that way too.

"Ugh… that's a problem. What was dad thinking?" I grumbled.

There's no way I'll be able to meet Jabari's standards. He's an athlete. He likes sports. I don't.

But, now watching it, watching men do sports… that I can do. I love me some guys who can do sports. Guys who are athletic. Like Tyler for example…

"Shit! Tyler."

I totally forgot about Tyler and his sweet birthday gift, and the fact that he told me he likes me.

As stupid as it was, I couldn't stop myself from smiling goofily as I remembered our conversation earlier today.

Tyler finally asked me out, or he will… the point is, Tyler finally noticed me and we could start something.

Double Shit!

No.

Maybe I shouldn't be doing this.

My eyes found the envelopes on my bed, staring intently, my mind tried to find an explanation that would make everything I was looking at sound okay in my head.

Maybe I could find money some other way… or, or maybe I could get a job. I mean, if I really liked Tyler, trying to hook up with a billionaire was wrong….?

"Of course it's wrong Sophia Avante Landry." I yelled at myself. "It's very wrong, Okay? It's wrong. You like Tyler and he's finally going to ask you out. You don't want to ruin it. You don't."

I didn't. I'd dreamt about this for a long time. I've seen Tyler in my future. I've seen myself carrying his child. I cannot remember how many times I've closed my eyes and envisioned the names of our babies and how they'd look. I couldn't destroy all of that for…

"Jabari Snow." I said dreamily as I scrolled through his pictures again.

Fuck!

It shouldn't be this hard, no?

"Just forget about the box and the envelope Sophie. Forget it. It's Tyler you want. Just get a job. You can get a job."

I was determined to get a job. After all, there was nothing I couldn't do for Tyler. This was a small price to pay.

I got off my butt, picked up the small buldgy notebook and Jabari's picture, and a black flash I was only just noticing, and flung them inside dad's safe. Then I grabbed the other three envelopes, placed them inside the box and locked it. With an almost heavy heart, I picked up the safe and returned it back to my haven.

Sadness was in my heart as I turned my face to dad's gift. But more than the sadness was a gnawing feeling in my stomach. I knew this was the right thing to do, but it didn't feel so right. In fact, I felt like I was giving up something important. But my mind was made. And I wasn't going back.

Tyler was the one I wanted. Dad hadn't put Tyler as my option, but I pick him.

Only him. Always him….