Loved by the billionaire

Catherine started her day as usual. She always had her to-do list prepped ahead of time. A part of her day that she always enjoyed was staring out of the window. It gave her a sense of peace, watching as busy people made their way out. Cars honked erratically. She just loved how unpredictable this city was. It sure different from the small town she grew up in. This city was a dream. It encompassed everything she ever wanted. Truth be told, Catherine was a dreamer. That’s all she ever did. She had the sweet taste of satisfaction on her lips as she made her way to her small kitchen situated at the entrance of her cube-sized apartment. Her breakfast was always simple; avocado toast and runny eggs. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, noticing the faucet was still broken. It was an old building, so most of the appliances and amenities were archaic. At night, the hissing sound coming from the radiator put them to sleep. It was going to be one cold winter. After spending the most part

Catherine woke up by 4am to get a head start. She knew it was going to be a long day. She went by her usual routine, never breaking out of it. Ruby was also dressed. She had a flight to catch by 6am. “You ready? You sure you can do this” “I’m sure!” Catherine nodded in affirmation. The two girls exited the apartment and got on the train. Day two at ‘Zenith Inc’. Like Gale said, he was on duty this morning. It was 6:45, and this time, Catherine dressed the part. Even though the clothes weren’t here’s, she wore them well. “Hi, Gale,” Cathy greeted warmly. “He’s in there, but he’s really busy. You can go in anyway. You have an appointment, right?”. She nodded comically, walking through the revolving doors. The entire office building was filled with angst. Catherine observed how people huddled up in groups, talking with low voices. “Yeah, this one girl was crying “, a staff said. “I saw two of them with mascara ruined,” the other one continued. What could they have been talking

“Shit, Cathy. What have you gotten yourself into?,” Catherine mumbled under her breath, regretting why she didn’t just accept his request. She sat there pouting and contemplating. Suddenly, the place became quiet again. The exact same silence that happened when Donovan entered the station. Was this one of the perks of being rich? Just like she thought, it was him. But why’d he come back? *** Her eyes lit up with excitement as she stepped into the luxury car. The plush leather seats felt like a comfort she hadn’t experienced in a while. The closest to a good transport experience was the bus, and the seats were no where as nice as this. Her fingers grazed the smooth fabric, and she couldn’t help but marvel at the comfort beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the stained seats she was accustomed to. Cathy called herself back when she realized she was almost drooling. They drove for a while, then stopped at the mall. “What are you doing at a clothing store? Don’t tell me you’re abo

Catherine got down from her Uber. She parked a few blocks from the hotel. The original amount was outrageous, so she decided to walk the rest of the way. This hotel was situated in one of the most prestigious places in the city, Gravity Cove. She watched as well-dressed men and women made their way in. All sorts of luxurious vehicles parked in front, handing their keys over to the valet. Her self-esteem was gone, no doubt. She took hesitant steps with her head bowed slightly. If confidence was a requirement to enter into the hotel, Catherine would stand outside for weeks on end. She mooched aimlessly, her thoughts in complete disarray, trying desperately to find a place to hid herself. She was overwhelmed at the level of luxury in the five start Hotel. She didn’t remember the last time she entered a place so classy. “He didn’t even tell me where to go”, she sighed. After walking around the ground floor for a while, there was no sign of him. She went to the concierge desk. “I’m loo

“He is so unbelievable”, she said to herself. “How can someone be so rude!”. Catherine speed walked towards the door and locked it. Both the key and dead bolt. “Douchebag”, she cussed as she took off the towel and applied lotion to her skin. She noticed the clothes, neatly folded on the bed. Her eyes glanced at the underwear that sat on the neat pile. “Perv”, she mumbled, picking it up with one hand. She slipped it on. “It fit! How’d he know my sized”, her cheeks were flushed. There was a knock on the door. She panicked and ran back into the bathroom quickly. She felt anxious. What if he got close to her again? A smile appeared on her face. “It’s locked”, she heard a female voice say from behind the door. “She may be in the shower, just wait outside,” that was Kenedy’s voice. “Yeah, I locked the door”, she sighed with relief slipping on her clothes. She opened the door to find a lady carrying a tray. Definitely in her forties. “Good morning Madame”, the lady walked in and place