I Stole A Kiss From A Billionaire

LESLIE'S POV I grabbed another serving of champagne and hurried out of the kitchen. I kept my head bowed as I served the guests what they wanted. Mother said no one must know I was a daughter of the Webster family. It would be scandalous if the world came to know how they treated their own daughter. But I wondered, if they didn't want anyone to know so bad, why do they do it? I couldn't help raising my head when I heard applause ringing out in the room. I stared at the front of the room where my younger sister, Liliana and the CEO of Guild Group, Alexander Guild, stood, their hands enclosed in a handshake, marking the beginning of their partnership. My eyes misted over and I looked away, unable to take it anymore. I worked so hard on that project. So many sleepless nights, so many days of sending emails to the Guild Group without any response, so many days of waiting to see Alexander before my efforts were finally crowned with results. Yet, Liliana was taking the credit for i

LESLIE'S POV Was I dreaming? Have I woken up in a parallel universe where I could have been so daring as to do something like this? “This…this,” I said as I grabbed the newspaper. What could I possibly say? It's not true? Liliana laughed loudly, attracting my attention. No wonder she had that look in her eyes earlier. When did she find out? Was it immediately I took that stupid move or did she discover through the blogs too? “Mum and Dad, I was there yesterday when it happened. I tried to stop her but she stupidly clinged to him, claiming he was her boyfriend,” Liliana chuckles. “I had to let her be.” I closed my eyes as mortification washed over me. And there I was thinking I had won, the whole time she was mocking me and watching me dig my own grave. Why did I ever try to rebel? I should have known someone like me could only sit back and watch when I was being bullied and mistreated. “Do you have any idea what you've done?” Mother screamed in my face. “If not for the

LESLIE'S POV Saint Baxter turned and left, his hands buried deep in his pockets. I wondered how someone so controlled and menacing could be so unruly too.I hitched my bag further up my shoulder and ran after him, walking was not an option with how fast his long legs were moving. I didn't have the luxury to be upset though, I needed to remember that.Saint entered the restaurant and instantly all eyes were on him. I noticed some group of men standing at a corner. They all bowed immediately when they saw him.“We are honored that you're visiting our restaurant, Mr Baxter.” One of the men came forward and bowed again. “Please, this way.”“Woah,” I whispered. Was this what it meant to have the whole world at your feet?Lucky bastard.The man, who I presumed was the boss, led him away and I tried to follow them but the other barrage of men suddenly pushed me out of the way, rushing after the duo.I stumbled to the back, almost collapsing to the floor. What was wrong with these men? Sain

SAINT’S POV I savored the cheap taste of nicotine as it filled my lungs. I was not usually a smoker, that is, I didn't smoke unless I was absolutely frustrated and that was what I was now. Frustrated out of my mind because of a certain dark haired woman who didn't even know what she had awakened in me. I tapped the cigarette butt and watched as ash fell to the tray, my mood getting increasingly worse. She dared to refuse me? She didn't want to marry me? “How insolent,” I muttered, remembering the look of horror on her face at my proposition. I expected her to be surprised, shocked even based on the disparities in our social standing but horror? I never expected that one. “How can she be so foolish? Millions of women would have jumped at the offer.” The door to the private room slid open and I perked up. Maybe she had changed her mind. But the large, inked figure that walked in was definitely not Leslie. I relaxed in my seat, angst filling me at not getting what I wanted.

LESLIE'S POV I wrapped my scarf around my neck tighter, a little bit of it covering the bottom part of my face, giving me the perfect disguise. I bit down on my lips as I looked up at the Baxter Empire building for the second time that week. I have felt nothing but regret since last night. What if I never got to see Saint Baxter again? What if he takes back his offer and just wants to settle in court? I stayed at the same corner praying that a miracle, like yesterday, could happen again. I wrapped my hands around myself, pacing a little. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Yet there was no sign of Saint. I crouched and sighed. I endured more than this the first time I wanted to meet him. “This is nothing,” I muttered. Even though I said that, I could feel wariness and dread in my soul. I covered my face with my hands and groaned. “Miss Webster?” I gasped and fell back on my butt in shock. I stared up at a man clad in a well tailored suit. His face was devo