Chapter 3

"Charmer," I heard Oliver's voice from where I was sitting patiently waiting for him.

"Just the voice I want to hear," I whispered to myself. I clutched my hands together in an embrace to shield my body from the ferocious cold.

I had stormed off the bar before I realized that I wasn't dressed properly for the terrible cold outside.

Seeing what a terrible state I was in, Oliver took off his jacket and put it on me.

He helped me stand to my feet. I knew how much he wanted to taunt me, but he was scared that I would burst into tears if he ever did.

We got to his car, and he helped me in before going around to get us out of this stupid place.

I couldn't protest when Oliver insisted on taking me home; I was in no state for arguments, and he wasn't ready to listen to me anyway.

It was a beautiful white mansion; his father gave it to him on his 20th birthday.

He didn't want to work for his father, yet he enjoys the benefits of being born loaded.

"What a world"

He led me to his bedroom, covered me up pretty well, and the heater in the house was working perfectly before I knew it I wasn't feeling too cold. I could feel his fingers on my hair as I drifted far into dreamland.

I know what you're thinking, but come on, Oliver is the closest thing I have to family on this planet, and besides, he is seeing someone.

Arielle, that dumb, plastic girl that only knows how to lavish money They have been a thing for a few months now, and I'm trying my very best to stay as far away from her as possible.

The bang coming from God knows where woke me up. I had a pretty restful night, and knowing fully what awaits me once I leave this room made me want to stay in bed even more.

"Charmer, are you up?" Hearing his voice, I threw my body back to the bed, but I just couldn't put the covers back on before he opened the door.

I heard him place a platter on the bedside table, but I couldn't open my eyes to see what it was. He stood there looking at me for a while, just when I thought he had left the room.

"Come on, charmer, I know you're awake."

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath.

"Up, up, you go."

I opened my eyes, and I sat up on the bed with my hair disheveled and my head bowed.

"Lay it on me."

He let out a mischievous smirk and placed the platter on the bed. He placed the back of his palm on my head.

"Thank God, you're not running a temperature; come on, dig in."

Anyway, I forgot to mention that he can be a sweetheart when he is not an ass. I knew the peace I'm enjoying now wouldn't last long, but I just wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

He had made pancakes, bacon, and coffee; we ate silently while he kept quiet but occasionally stole glances at me. I was getting tired of his looks.

"Out with it, Oliver!" I screamed.

"I didn't say anything," he said, laughing.

"Really?"

"What did you say, he did again?"

"He grabbed the waiter's ass." I grabbed the pillow and pressed my face into it.

"Come on, charmer, it's not your fault; how could you know he is a rich pervert?" he said while laughing. He slid down from the bed, falling on the floor while laughing.

"Oliver, you're not helping."

"My bad, are you going to stop going on these stupid blind dates then?"

"Of course not; why will I give up on my dream just because of that pervert?"

"You're thinking of meeting more jerks?"

"Your head, of course not. I am meeting more billionaires."

"What's so special about billionaires anyway? Being normal is better. Nobody will be in your busi..."

"Please", I cut in. "You only say that because you don't have to worry about rent or other basic things, being a billionaire's son and all. If not for your help sometimes, I won't meet up with somethings."

He scoffed, "Yeah, my life is so beautiful that my parents never attended my graduation."

I hit his head and said, "At least you have parents. You know what I am going to go to my house if you are going to be judgy."

I stood and bent down to look for my shoe when he started tickling me.

"I'm sorry, Gold Mine. You know I always love you."

I swiped his hand away, pretending that I was angry.

The next thing I know, he pulls me by my legs, and I fall on top of him. I took one look at my best friend, and damn.

Jet black hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaws, and supple lips that I know would feel like berries when bitten

I felt someone's tap draw me out of my daydreaming.

"Do you forgive me, Gold Mine? Hmm,  pretty please," Oliver begged.

"Sure, just get off me!" I screamed, panicking.

I couldn't believe I was daydreaming about getting dirty with my best friend. Eeww, sh*t, what kind of friend am I?

I shook my head a little to get that dirty stuff out of my head.

"Come on, let's go grocery shopping," he said while he tried to hold my hand. I stylishly dodged his hands as I almost ran to the door.

Oliver has a way of making me regret knowing him sometimes. How could he make me go grocery shopping, of all things? This could ruin my reputation.

After spending forever shopping, he suggested we go to a spa.

I mean, I always feel elated when I hear spa and shopping. I always love spa because it improves my skin and makes all the moneybags I meet want more. A piece of advice to ladies: invest in your skin.

Besides, who doesn't want to be pampered? I know you might think I'm too vain, but I don't really care what you think of me.

I practically ran to the car while he loaded our stuff into it. He was about to drive off when my notification sound got my attention.

I checked my phone, and it was yet another match.

"I have been matched again, smarty," I said, all smiles.

"Oh, I wonder what this jerk is going to be this time—maybe a rich lunatic," he mocked me while he rolled his eyes.

"I think I should get a facial; I need to look my best for my new match," I said while looking in the mirror.

"Ewww, I'm not paying for that," he murmured.

"Yes, you are because you insulted me not long ago and even made me go shopping, which isn't something a soon to be billionaire will do, I mean I want to pretend that I was always affluent when I appear in the cover of Forbes when I surpass my husband"

"Shit, don't drain my account, vixen. Anyway, I thought you only wanted to be a billionaire's wife?"

"Jeez, what is that?" I laughed. "When I get there, I am going to use him to climb to the top and be richer than him." "Please, do I look like someone who will be contended with being a piece of candy that someone can discard?"

"Nope, gold mine. That's why I am wondering what you are even doing this for; you are everything a man wants."

"Please, which ones? Those broke ass niggers in my department?"

Oliver scoffed, "Of course not. You know what? Let's drop it."

"Whatever.*

I didn't pay attention to him anymore, as I was busy checking out my new match. Money bag, here I come.