The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake

Xavion . The strong wind blew her golden brown curly hair onto my face as she opened the door. I couldn't help but notice her beautiful and unique scent, something that only a woman can possess. Although I dislike strong perfumes, Quinn's scent has left a lasting impression on me. Even when my eyes are closed, I can still detect her fragrance. Every day, as she passed by, I would secretly steal glances at her. Her smile had a way of brightening up my day, and her laughter was like a symphony to my ears. Without a doubt, she was one of the most stunning girls on campus, and her family background had earned her quite a reputation. "Aren't you sick of watching her from this far?" Hendrix said behind me. And now, the two of us secretly look at her from this distance. Her familiar friends surround her. The usual ones that I see every day. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself to her? If you have an interest in her, Xav, it may be worthwhile to introduce yourself. Remember, you are

Xavion . We were like magnets. We stick together and are comfortable with each other. If I was surrounded by my classmates, Quinn was surrounded by her, too. It's funny because since I'm in my fifth year, I could always see her down the second level of our building. The engineering school building was designed with an O, a total of the sixth level. So, first-year students go to the first floor, and sophomore goes to the second, and so on. Whenever we were with our friends, we acted like we didn't know each other. And only a gaze dominates between us if we accidentally meet. I always get excited daily and can't wait to see her again. We always met at our secret place. I helped her with everything: math, chemistry, physics, and even making a sketch plan design. Even though I am busy with my upcoming thesis, I still allocate time for us. A day without seeing her is not complete. She completes me. This setup has become a secret. No one knew, even Hendrix. He was my only cousin nearb

Quinn . "Make sure to say that to his parents, okay? I want you in a precise manner, Quinn. Act nicely!" I held my head high and clenched my teeth, enduring the discomfort. It seemed as though the intangible leash around my neck was becoming more constricting day by day. I could no longer breathe. I am slowly dying. "Dominque will take you to the ballroom tonight to meet the investors. I want you to look beautiful, my dear. So I ordered the most stunning dress from CEVS." My father's body shifted, ready to get out of the room. I paused when I saw his reflection in the mirror. Layla and Taylah, my two personal maids, politely polish my dress and gently comb my long, wavy hair. "And by the way. I want you to wear those shoes," he said. His eyes pointed to the table beside the dressing table. "You are the perfect Cinderella, my dearie," in my father's mischievous smile. My heart sank in both pains, shouting for freedom. "Make sure to memorize the script, okay? Put your perfect smi

Quinn.My tears fell as I touched my Grandmother’s face. It’s a priceless happiness that money can’t buy whenever I see her.“Why are you crying, Quinn? Is there anything wrong with you, my baby?” Her shaky hand touches my hand.I weakly shake my head. “I-I’m just happy that I see you, Grandma. I miss you so much.” I hugged her tighter and buried my face in her shoulder. I love her scent. It reminds me of my mother.“Quinn. . .” She sighs while stroking the strand of my hair using her finger. I dried my tears and put on my best smile. I don’t want her to worry about me. I need my Grandmother to get better so that I can continue living.“My baby… I can’t wait for us to go on a picnic. Pick some dandelion flowers, and blow it seed. The seeds were like balloons flying up to heaven,” in her brightest smile.“Sure, Grandma. We will do that. We can play all day long—just you and me. We can dance, eat and play. We will do that, Grandma. Just get better, okay?”“I will. I will get better and…

Quinn . I don’t know what it is, but the moment his hand touched the side of my body, an electrifying feeling from the pit of my stomach came surging inside. My heart palpitated uncontrollably, almost giving me a hiccup. I swallowed hard, trying to control what my gut told me now. I couldn’t see what he looked like because of his mask. Our breaths mingled as our faces came close. My cheeks burned as we stared. I can only see his eyes, and it’s telling me something. His hooded storm-grey eyes surveyed me like a contemptuous bird of prey. It’s intimidating yet longing. He clenches his jaw while our bodies sway in the rhythm of the music in our background. Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. It feels like I am being swept away with a beautiful feeling I didn’t feel before. His hearty-shaped lips were familiar, and it seemed like I had tasted them. His chiseled face, perfect long nose, and neck were talking to me. Have I met him before? Have we met before?