A Deal With The Billionaire

Oh snap, in a fit, Arya squeezed the muffins into her mouth, as she walked hurriedly down the hospital hall, her hands fiddling with the flowers, the stench was great, and at least, it hadn’t lost its scent. She made a mental list of what she was going to do, first she would visit her elder sister, Samantha, who worked as a doctor in the hospital, and them, she would visit her boyfriend who was sick, she sighed heavily, maybe, she could talk with her sister later, she just had to see Kelvin, and ask, if he was okay. Countless times, she ran down the hall, and then walked, the pain of seeing him sick troubled her heart effectively, as she strode the doors, room 15, room 26, no, that wasn’t his room. In a fit, to see him; she walked past the doors, until she had a shrill laugh. "Who does that Arya thinks she is?"She stopped in her steps, and retreated down to the door, placing her ear on the door. Was that her name? It might be some coincidence? "I don’t love her, I love you." Tha

Ethan barely choked his water, as he gazed at Arya; she had actually kissed the stranger. And she looked like a pro, his stomach churned, was allowing Arya to kiss a stranger a good idea? Or a really terrible one, he just stared, stared faintly. Sofia stared with widened eyes, what in the heck was her daughter doing, kissing someone that for the first time, wasn’t actually Kelvin, was she suppose to be excited or she was supposed to panic, either still, it ruined her ability to think properly. Arya’s hands traveled to the crook of his neck, her lips deeply engraved in his, for a bit second, the stranger remained still, and then in the next minute, he pushed her aside gently, His stare, so deadly. Arya laughed nervously, winking awkwardly, before she turned and hurriedly walked back to her seat, her gaze low. He fixed his eyes on at her. "And so you see." She picked up the cup, and emptied the whole content. "That’s how you kiss a stranger."Ethan gazed at the stranger, whose ey

The ride down to his office was quite slow, as Devon assumed, he gazed outside the window, his gaze travelling across the gentle breeze that swept his face gently. "How is the schedule today?" He asked his assistant, who fluttered with the laptop. "Today is Deanne’s birthday, she’s expecting you to come.""I can’t come; I will get her a gift." He sighed.The assistant already understood, "There’s a plaza around here, you could get some accessories for her."His lips twitched upward a bit, before he nodded, "Okay,"-As Devon trailed the plaza, with his assistant striding beside him, he gazed at the clothes, what does Deanna wear anyways? Deanne was the least in his closest friend, she was funny a bit, and he loved that about her. “We could ask the workers here,” His assistant, Kate said. She gazed around, “We could ask her?’’ She pointed to Arya direction. He gazed at her briefly, his eyes widening in return. It was her. She’s her. The woman with the silver like eyes, he needed to

In a flashy room, with silver lights dangling on the ceiling, a well length bed, and some clothes sputtered on the bed.Seated on the bed with her phone dangling around her ear was a middle aged woman with a fair face and a low laugh, the phone etched harshly around her ear."It's not really easy to have a step son such as him." She scoffed internally, her gaze twinkling around the whole room.Slowly, her eyes trailed over to the glass of wine on the table, she picked it up, letting a little quantity pat her lips together."Sure? some would die to have a step son like Devon Brookes.""Some." The woman almost spat out. "The Mrs. Brookes position is the only thing that's keeping me moving, believe me. I don't like that Devon one bit, he doesn't listens to me and doesn't even acknowledges me." She grasped the pillow, her voice cold as ice."What are you going to do about that?" The voice from the other end came out forced."I don't know." The woman nodded her head, her eyes gesturing to

The Next day, Arya heaved a quiet sigh, as she hurriedly walked towards Clara Clothing Plaza in a fit. She wiped the sweat that lingered in her forehead, as she gazed up at the Plaza, a slight curl forming in between her lips.The same plaza that she was fired, why was she even here anyways? maybe because she wanted to see her workmate and friend, Wanda or maybe she just missed the cool interior of the plaza.It pained her greatly as she walked inside, the door making a chiming sound, sighting Wanda who was busy muttering some words to a elderly woman.Wanda sighed for the last time. "It's a lipstick. You apply it in your lips." Frustration clearly etched in her voice."In my days," The elderly woman held the lipstick, "There was no such thing." She flashed a elderly smile at her.Wanda could feel her blood rising up in swift anger, she didn't want to snap at the innocent lady, so she just said. "It's my break now, there are a lot of workers you can meet if you want to purchase the li