So, do we have a deal? Lexi's world is turned upside down when she strikes a business arrangement with the cold-hearted billionaire and notorious heartthrob, Brandon Wilson. Her sole objective is to save her sister, who desperately needs a kidney transplant. However, will this deal improve her life, or will it lead to consequences that are far worse than her initial situation?
View MoreCHAPTER ONE
Lexi's POV
I'm completely soaked! Like literally drenched from head to toe. I seriously considered punching him in the face, but I need this job, and I remember how that turned out the last time I let my emotions get the best of me.
I head toward the staff door to see if I can find something to change into because if I can't, I'm in big trouble—pneumonia is nobody's friend.
"Whoa! Is there a pool party going on that I didn't hear about?" Dan jokes as I walk over to his locker.
"Very funny," I reply, grabbing the towel from his hands and trying to dry off as much as I can.
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome. You know I can't resist a princess in distress."
"We both know I'm no princess," I scoff.
"We can definitely agree on that."
"Jerk!" I hit his shoulder playfully.
"I see you more as a knight if we're being real. A pretty and sexy knight though, that's for sure."
"Period!" I say, and we both burst out laughing.
"How'd you know?"
"I saw when Dickly approached you, and you literally looked like there was smoke coming out of your ears after he left. When I saw you going outside in that pouring rain, I just couldn't help myself."
"Thanks again!"
"That's why I'm here. Here, you can wear this shirt. You're lucky I always keep one on me."
"Lifesaver, literally."
"Superman's got nothing on me."
I burst out laughing. "Only you can turn a bad situation upside down. What would I do without you?"
"I have my moments," he says.
"Aren't you supposed to be attending to your tables? Or wait, don't tell me that throwing out the trash took the whole two hours left in our shift."
"Not at all; like I said, I just couldn't help myself." He smiles at me.
"We better head back before Dickly comes after both of us."
"Yeah, you're right." Dan heads back to his tables, and I return to the kitchen.
Two hours later, I'm finally done for the day. Dan drops me off, and in moments like this, I'm grateful to have him in my life. He's a true friend, and those are rare.
I go to put my key in the lock, careful not to make too much noise because I know Aria should be fast asleep. Just as I insert the key, the door swings open. Panic floods me, and I reach for my pepper spray, instinctively going into attack mode.
I switch on the lights to find Aria sitting on our second-hand couch, which I got from a garage sale, grinning from ear to ear.
"Jesus, Aria! You can’t do that! You scared the living crap out of me! I could have seriously hurt you!"
"You think I don’t know that? Why do you think I stayed far away from the door? I won’t be a victim to any of your so-called defense mechanisms again," she replies.
“Not funny,What are you doing up anyway? It's really late, and you know you need enough rest."
"So do you, you know"
"I will rest when I'm sure you are fine."
"Here, let me help you with that," she says as she helps me out of my coat.
"Thanks."
"Hectic day?"
"You could say that again. Dickly was being a dick again."
"When is he ever not?" she scoffs.
"True."
"Have you had dinner?"
"Yes, Mom," she replies sarcastically. "You made sure of that."
I do this because I love you too much to let anything happen to you, I say, squishing her cheeks.
"Stop!" she exclaims, playfully shoving my hands away.
I head to our little kitchen, which is attached to the living room—my own little slice of paradise—to get some water. Our home is a somewhat modest studio apartment since that's all we can afford, but we make do. It's filled with our belongings, mostly Aria's paintings, along with the little art equipment I could afford to buy for her. The kitchen is quite small, with white walls like the rest of the house. It has a cooker, a fridge, and some cupboards, but they do the trick. The living room is typical, though it lacks a few essentials that would make it feel more like a living space. Nevertheless, we’re just grateful we’re not homeless, which is a situation we've almost faced a few times.
I gulp down the water, place the glass back on the counter, and turn around as an unsettling silence envelops the room.
"Aria! What's wrong?" I make my way back to where I left her and find her with tears in her eyes.
"Mana(sis), what's wrong? Are you in pain? Do you need to go to the hospital? Are you okay? Talk to me!"
She looks up at me, and my heart races even more as she gazes at me with her large brown eyes and quivering lips.
"Lexi!"
"Yes, talk to me!"
"Don't freak out, because I'm already freaking out, but... I got a call," she said, stressing the last word.
"A call? What call? Is everything fine? Did you not sell the painting you had up for sale? Did something happen when I wasn't around?" I said, rambling.
"Lexi!" she shouted my name. "I got 'THE CALL.'"
Everything suddenly clicked, and I froze. "You got THE CALL?"
"I got THE CALL!"
We just stared at each other for what felt like hours, but I knew it was only a few seconds. Then she broke down completely and jumped into my arms. I couldn't help but let a few stray tears fall as well.
"Oh my God, oh my God! It's happening! It's finally happening!"
It's finally happening! She repeats after me, her face lighting up with hope.
Suddenly, I can't contain my joy—tears of happiness stream down my face. I usually try my best to stay strong in front of my sister, but this moment is too monumental. After what feels like the longest three-year wait, I’m overwhelmed with the realization that my sister is finally going to get better, and she’ll LIVE!
I jump into her arms, and she hugs me tightly in return. We both wipe away our tears, but this time they're filled with joy and relief. “Oh, Aria, this is absolutely amazing!” I exclaim, my heart soaring.
She nods enthusiastically, her own tears of joy still glistening on her cheeks.
After a moment of sheer happiness, I take a step back to process it all, feeling hopeful. “So when is the surgery scheduled?”
Her gaze meets mine, and as the warmth in her eyes begins to shift,sadness suddenly takes over her features. When the words come out, they catch me off guard, blending fear with hope.
“A month,”
Lexi's POV “You...Fucker...”The word slipped out before I could stop myself, they were sharp and venomous, but the moment it left my lips, I knew I’d hit a nerve.Brandon’s head snapped toward me like a whip,his cold, steel-gray eyes narrowing, pinning me in place with the kind of intensity that made the hairs on my whole body stand up.“Watch your mouth,” he said, low and dangerous. Not a shout, not even close. But the weight behind it made my chest tighten.I didn’t flinch. I refused to. My anger burned too hot for that. “Or what? You going to sue me for slander now, Mr. Wilson, or no no, you’ll call security on me? Oh, I know, I know, the worst…you'll add a morality clause to your precious contract?” I said adding air quotes.The muscles in his jaw ticked. He looked like he was reining himself in, like one more wrong word from me would set him off completely. “Maybe we should finish this conversation in private.”I laughed, it was ugly but small. “Why? What’s the point? There’s n
Lexi's POV I thought I would finally feel at peace again at the hospital.After everything, the endless nights by Aria’s bedside, the constant hum of monitors, the aching fear that she might not open her eyes, today had a fragile kind of peace. She was awake. Weak, yes, but awake. Talking. Smiling.That should have been enough.But my mind kept on going back to him.It was the morning after I sent Brandon away, and I told myself I’d won a small victory. I had drawn a line in the sand, made it clear that I wouldn’t be dragged like a pawn across his polished chessboard. But here I was again, sitting in Aria’s hospital room with the sunlight spilling weakly through the blinds, and my stomach knotted tighter with every tick of the clock.I'm the one who sent him away, so why was I feeling this way?"Aria," I said, pulling her off the magazine she was reading. She looked at me with those brown eyes of hers, although tired, she still smiled. "Yes, Lexi." "I'm going to get some coffee. Is
Brandon's POV The office was silent, apart from the low hum of the city below bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I should’ve been satisfied, things were moving as planned. The photo leak, although catching me off guard, had turned a liability into an advantage. When I got the news earlier, I was livid until Melinda had suggested it was a good thing, and now the world believed in the engagement and story more than ever; they believed in us. That was the point of all of this. The plan was going better than ever. And work should be what consumed every second of my thoughts and the way forward since it was already out there. But all I could hear, replaying in my head, over and over again was her voice when she told me to leave. Her voice...sharp, clipped, trembling with rage, it lingered like a splinter under my skin."You used my pain for your game. Get out."She was angry. Really angry.Her hazel eyes had burned into me like I was the very enemy she’d sworn off letting cl
Lexi's POV I hadn’t expected silence to feel this loud.The morning sun cut weakly through the hospital blinds, glinting off Aria's bed. I opened my eyes from the couch I had laid on yesterday. I proceeded to stand up and feel the blanket slowly come off me. I couldn't remember sleeping off yesterday. I remember sitting down and watching Aria. When had Brandon left, and was he the one who put the blanket on me? He was gone again, just like that. No explanation, no note, just the faint lingering scent of his cologne and the half-heat of his presence pressed into the chair he had occupied all night.My chest tightened. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about him.It had been a full day since Aria finally opened her eyes, her smile faint but there, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe again. She was still weak, still tethered to machines, but she was here. She was fighting. That should’ve been enough to keep me calm.But my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. I pi
Lexi's POV The hum of machines was the first thing I heard when my eyes flickered open. For a moment, I thought I was still in that dreamlike haze…where my body had collapsed into his, where I’d let myself be weak in the arms of a man I shouldn’t trust nor stand. But reality settled quickly and I quickly came back to my senses.I immediately scanned the room and the chair at the corner of the room he sat on was empty. The weight that had grounded me last night was gone. Only a lukewarm cup of coffee sat on the table beside me, the temperature marking it had been waiting for me for a while. I couldn’t bring myself to let go of the cup. It was the only proof he’d been here, that he hadn’t just dissolved into the shadows like some image or memory my imagination or mind conjured in the long hours of waiting. But the fact was...Brandon was gone.Of course he was.I told myself I should be relieved, that his absence was easier and safer. But a small, shameful part of me twisted at the em
Brandon's POV The weight of her had stayed with me long after she pulled away. And long after we left the hallway.Her body had folded into mine in the hallway, raw, shaking, her sobs tearing through the silence like glass shattering on the floor. I should never have followed her out; I hadn’t known what to do. I didn't know what to say. And that was the most infuriating part—me, the man who had spent years solving impossible problems with ruthless precision, standing there with a woman in my arms and not a single answer in reach.Now, hours later, I still felt her trembling body imprinted against me. My shirt clung to her tears; I hadn’t bothered to change out of it yet. It should have disgusted me. It should have reminded me of weakness. I shouldn't even still be here.Instead, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.Her.Alexis Torres.It was chaos. I hated chaos.I leaned back in the chair I’d taken in the corner of Aria’s recovery room. She was still unconscious, machines keeping track
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