The young billionaire

Even during breaks I was still expected to keep up with the basic of training nutrition. That made me wonder why Aleksander was seeing a dietician and trainer. He was incredibly fit, but I didn't think he was a professional athletic. I kept thinking about him as I waited for a cab to take me home.

At the corner of the street, i passed a newspaper stand with snacks and magazines. I grimaced when I recognized last month's magazine that I was on the cover of. But my eyes wandered briefly over the newspapers and newer magazines the stand owner was getting out for the day.

A gasp pulled itself from my lips and vanished in the air. I reached out and grabbed the magazine with Aleksander's face on the front.

Youngest millionaire in New York City. My heart dropped through the bottom of my chest as I read the words.

"You buying a copy, sweet heart?" The stand owner drawled in a heavy brooklyn accent. Then his eyes wandered over my face and whipped back to the older magazine cover I was splayed