Her Billionaire Crush

Mia’s POV My alarm rang loudly, pulling me out of my sleep. Morning had arrived, and it was time to prepare for work. Honestly, I’m always too lazy to get out of bed, especially on workdays. “Oh, I hate waking up to weather like this,” I groaned as I forced myself out of my warm, comfortable bed. I walked over to the window and peeked outside, it was drizzling. The sky was dull, and I could already feel the cold creeping in from the glass. “I hate cold mornings!” I shouted into the room. “Yeah, me too. But we have to go to work, remember? Work first, then sleep, Mia,” Amelia responded from the other side of the room. She’s my best friend and housemate. We live in the same apartment and share the rent. City life is expensive, and with our small salaries, we have no choice. “You’re right,” I replied as I shuffled into the kitchen. I needed to prepare something quick to eat before heading out. “Did you pass by the grocery store yesterday? I remember we agreed to restock a few

James’ POV I was incredibly bored at home today. The silence in my mansion echoed through the halls, and it felt almost unbearable. I couldn’t believe I had spent the entire night all alone, it was completely out of character for me. Normally, my nights were filled with noise, laughter, music, and most importantly, the presence of beautiful women. My house, a grand and luxurious mansion, often felt too empty without them. I loved women. No, I was obsessed with them. Their presence completed my space. I thrived on their attention, their company, their admiration. And of course, they loved me in return. I mean, who wouldn’t? I was a successful businessman, wealthy beyond imagination, and I wasn’t shy about spending on the women who pleased me. I showered them with money, gifts, and expensive nights out in exchange for the services they willingly rendered. Life was good, no, life was sweet. When you had money, you didn’t need to struggle. You simply asked, and the world answered. Most

James’ POV My cell phone rang, and without a second thought, I grabbed it and answered. The moment I heard her voice, my heart skipped a beat. It was Mia. The girl I had been waiting on the whole day, the girl whose call I had been hoping for since the moment I dropped her off this morning. And now, here she was, finally on the line. I couldn’t hide the joy in my voice, and I was sure she picked up on that too. Her calling me confirmed what I already suspected, she was interested, even if just a little. Now that I had her number saved, everything would go according to plan. I would make her mine. Eventually. But I knew I had to be smart about it. She wasn’t like the others, the club girls who were loud, bold, and ready to jump into bed for the right price. Mia had a certain purity in her eyes, a soft glow in her voice. She looked like she had been sheltered, maybe even innocent. I needed to take it slow with her, at least at first. Let her trust me. Let her believe in me. Then… I’d

Mia’s POV Finally, he had texted me again. I honestly thought he had forgotten about me already. Maybe I had just been a passing thought to him. But I guess I was wrong. He messaged me, and not just any message. He wanted to invite me out for coffee. Of course, I said “yes.” How could I say no? The truth is, I had been secretly hoping for this. Ever since our last encounter, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. My mind keeps spinning around his face, his voice, his presence. He somehow imprinted himself on me in such a short time. “Wow… I just can’t wait!” I say out loud without thinking, forgetting that Amelia, my roommate, was still fast asleep. “Hey, take it easy! What’s wrong with you?” she yells groggily, clearly annoyed that I woke her up. “I’m so sorry, I’m just… I’m overjoyed!” I blurt out, unable to hide my excitement. Amelia sits up halfway, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on? You better tell me now. What’s got you this hyped so early?” I can’t hide anythi

Mia’s POV Finally, he was here. I can’t believe it, James is actually standing outside my house right now. A thrill of excitement rushes through me, like butterflies dancing in my stomach. When I peek through the curtain, my jaw nearly drops. He came in a Bugatti Veyron. A black one. Sleek. Shiny. Expensive. I had only seen such cars in magazines or in music videos. Seeing one parked outside my home? That was something else. He looked like someone from another world. A world filled with wealth, power, and status. But I couldn't just assume that. I mean, anyone can rent a fancy car, right? I needed him to open up and tell me what he does for a living before I started making conclusions in my head. He drives me to a coffee shop I had never been to before. The place looks nothing like the roadside cafés I’m used to. It is elegant and glowing with soft lights and artistic decor. Every single corner of that space whispered “luxury.” I couldn’t help but smile as we walked in together. T