Chased By The Billionaire

“I wish I’m rich.” Andrew, my best friend, moaned tiredly across from me. We just finished up cleaning every inch of the flower boutique. “Don’t we all?” He narrowed his eyes on me. “You’re Lucy Silvera. So, no, you don’t.” “No, I don’t,” I agreed, perusing through some old documents. “I’m just humoring you so you’d shut up.” “I still can’t believe you rejected her offer. We’re talking about a thousand dollars here!” I rolled my eyes. 'Here we go again.' Ever since my grandma has left me the boutique in her will, businessmen have come and surveyed the property for their ne

It was Andrew's turn to wave a hand at my frozen face. When I didn't respond, he sprayed water at me from one of the garden spray bottles littered in the place. "What the hell, 'Drew?" I spluttered. "Just be glad I didn't slap you. So, who was it?" I can feel an oncoming headache on top of the stress of meeting with Vincentio Longoria. I put my fingers on my both my temple. "Loan shark." His eyes bugged out. "Your parents managed to borrow half a million dollars from them?" Addicts are the favorite clients of loan sharks. Drug addicts, sex addicts, gambling addicts, or any kind of addicts for that matter. They all have one thing in common: they'd do anything to get off. Cons

“I don’t recall reading this in the job description.” “Turn,” Vincentio simply said, making a circling motion with his finger. I gritted my teeth. I ought to throw these high heels at his stupid face. He brought me to a high-end boutique and all afternoon, I had been trying work clothes and dresses for him. The experience would have been pleasant if only he threw some compliments here and there but he seemed more likely to choke before he could tell me I look beautiful. “You can't expect that I would let you wear cheap crap while being seen beside me, can you? That would kill my reputation.” When I didn’t turn at his command, he stood up from the couch and circled me like a shark. His intense green eyes almost held a pre

“AHHH!” I screamed. I took another long deep breath before I let rip another one into my pillow. Sleep did not come to me easily. I’ve gone to bed at eleven on the dot. It was now three in the morning and I was wide awake. All because of Vincentio Longoria. 'That damn billionaire.' I’ve been short-sighted. I was so focused on getting this over with that I forgot who I was dealing with here. There was just something about his presence that intimidates me still. Now that I think about it, it has a lot to do with the place. It’s his territory now that I was playing in. I needed to be more careful. Smarter.  The sooner I do this right the swiftly I could take him d

It felt nice having someone to confide in other than my sister and Andrew. I clicked with Oz faster than I mostly do with people. He could be flirty at times but I chalked it up to be part of who he was. Plus, he's hot so it helped boost my self-esteem. I never knew having an attractive heterosexual male friend could be this beneficial. Days passed by fast and before I knew it, it's already Monday and I was at the office. I came bearing coffee and a bagel for Vincentio only to find out he wasn't there. I debated texting where the hell he was but I just ended up eating the bagel and washing it down with his no-sugar black coffee as I waited patiently for him. It tasted like sh*t. The door suddenly opened. "Is it true?" A furious voice bellowed and I quickly threw the cup of coffee in the bin. The man's brown eyes landed on me when he realized Vincentio wasn't in the room. I gulped. His angry expres