Chapter Two

Heaven__

"Miss Heaven, we've arrived at the airport," Joseph said, his voice gentle as he glanced at me through the mirror.

I nodded, my mind snapping back to reality. I took a deep breath, turned to my side to wake my best friend Faye, who was sleeping on my lap, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Today is the day we are leaving for Ottawa University from the orphanage.

As we walked into the airport, Faye wouldn’t stop talking about our new adventure, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for her presence. We'd grown up together in the, and now we are taking this huge step together.

"Hey, Heaven, Are you okay?" she asked, noticing my distant gaze.

I smiled, shaking off my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a bit nervous, I guess."

Faye squeezed my hand. "We've got this, girl. We're in this together."

  We arrived at Ottawa airport in the evening; we spent about 3 hours in the air. I saw a bookstore and headed towards it. “I’m going to check if they have the second book of Rebecca Yarros’s series,” I told Faye, who was staring at her phone and nodded. “Alright,” she said as she walked away.

I went to the bookstore and asked for the recent release, found it, and paid for it at the counter. I turned around, and a man bumped into me and spilled his coffee all over my jacket. He looked like a demi-god, about six feet tall, with light skin and a muscular frame with charming eyes and kissable lips.

  “Watch where you’re going,” he said with a Canadian accent as he pulled his phone from his ear, snapping me back to reality.

  “Excuse you, you bumped into me, not the other way,” I said, gesturing to his phone.

He looked at me with disdain and walked away.

  “Oh my goodness, did he just—”  I looked at the lady in the bookstore.

I hate men with haughty attitudes; like, it irks me. I can’t believe I was crushing on a man with a disgusting attitude. I hissed and walked out of the bookstore. 

 “Who pissed you off?” Faye asked as I walked towards her with a scowl on my face.

“A crazy man I met at the bookstore,” I answered. “We should order a ride to the apartment.”

***

I finally got a part-time job after searching for a week, as a dining associate in a restaurant called Mosaic Cuisine.  The weather is pretty cold, and the restaurant is busier. I walked to a table, my pan and pen ready. “Good afternoon, welcome to Mosaic Cuisine. I’m Heaven, your server for today.”

“Hi Heaven, what do you recommend to us?” The female customer said with a smile, facing a man seated right in front of her. She looked like his girlfriend, but for his age, I will say wife. He looked up to face me, and I immediately recognized him, the handsome, rude man from the airport. I gave them a warm smile and took their orders.

I overheard the lady asking him if he knew me because he wouldn’t stop looking at me; the room all of a sudden started getting hot. Don’t get me wrong, he has a nasty attitude, but he is cute—like, so freaking cute. I could feel his eyes on my body every time I walked past their table. As I clocked out of my shift, I noticed a wallet on the table, took a glance at it, and saw a bunch of things in it: cash, black cards, and a complimentary card.

I looked at the complimentary card, and my eyes widened as I read the name: "Daniel Reddington, CEO of Reddington Skyline."

I did a quick G****e search on my phone, and my eyes scanned the articles and news stories about him. Billionaire, principled man, and notorious playboy. The pictures showed a confident, charming man who seemed to have it all.

I decided to call him. The phone rang, and my heart skipped a beat as he answered.

“Daniel Reddington speaking.” His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I took a deep breath and tried to sound cool.

“Hi Daniel. This is Heaven, your server from Mosaic Cuisine. I found your wallet at the restaurant."

There was a pause, and I could almost hear him smiling on the other end. Maybe it’s all in my head.

“Heaven, thank you. Where are you? Send me your address.”

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But a part of me wanted to take the risk.

"Okay," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

The phone went dead, and I suddenly felt a sensation in my pussy. What have I just gotten myself into?

I sent him the address, a sleek car pulled up outside my building, and a driver stepped out to open the door for me. I slid in, with my heart beating faster than ever and my pussy tingling at the aura of dominance.

His golden brown eyes pierced into mine; I felt chills all over my body. Who the fuck is this man, and why is his presence so intimidating and inviting?

"Thank you, you know," he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. "I could make it up to you right now. Dinner? Or something... more intimate?" His fingers brushed against my thighs, igniting a slow burn in my core.

I couldn’t help but place my lips on his; my mouth met his in a soft motion. His lips parted slightly under mine, inviting me deeper, and I leaned in, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders for balance as the kiss got deeper.

He responded immediately with a low moan, the way he kissed me… It was like I was oxygen and he’d been suffocating for decades, his tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine, slow and deliberate, exploring with a hunger that matches mine. One of his hands cupped the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair to hold me close, while the other pressed against my lower back, pulling my body flush against his. I could feel his hard cock through his pants as I placed my hand on it, and it made my pussy clench with need.

He sucked gently on my lower lip, drawing a soft moan from me that he swallowed with a low growl of his own. My nipples hardened against the fabric of my shirt. I want more—his hands on my bare skin, his mouth trailing down my neck, his tongue fucking me, his cock deep inside of me—but it’s weird to lose my virginity to a man I barely know; reality hit me like cold water. I pulled back, my heart racing like crazy, and Daniel’s eyes snapped open, with a little confusion.

What am I doing? I thought to myself, panic settling in. I barely know this man.

“I… I can’t do this.” I whispered, still holding the back of his neck, my voice shaking.

“Heaven?” “Hey—what’s wrong? Did I do something?” Daniel’s voice filled with concern.

I shook my head, and finally let go. “I need to go.”

I turned to open the car door. Daniel called out my name, but I didn’t look back. I pushed the door open and bolted into the cold air, gasping for breath; my heart wouldn’t stop racing.

What the heck just happened?