The Billionaire's Tomboy

RachelThe alarm screeched with alarming ferocity before I stretched out my hand to keep it quiet.The sunlight seeping through the light blue curtains highlighted the sparse decorations adorning the room. There wasn't any hint of a feminine color at all.I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Today was going to be a good day because I and my brother are going to visit his best friend.My brother, Norman had a best friend since his college years. I, my brother and his best friend, Chase had always been together because as far as I could remember, I had always been Norman's handbag. With me detesting feminine things and embracing things the society called masculine, I was practically with my brother and his clique.I cleaned up before wearing jean trousers and a red t-shirt that made my green eyes pop.I ran my hand through my short hair that hung around my head in ruffling curls. I felt keeping longer hair is very troublesome.Taking care of my short hair is more relaxing. I didn

RachelI almost wanted to strangle Norman in my mounting fury. Although I did not tell him of my crush on his friend and with our sibling relationship, he could ask that question, it didn't stop me from getting mad at him.I couldn't help but wonder if there was a person dumber than my brother. He was infuriating!He knew no tact at all.I could feel the burn of Chase's fiery gaze on me the moment my stupid brother finished his alarming sentence.I coughed awkwardly, "Haha, Greg is just a friend."A tech company outsourced me from the freelance market and Greg was one of their in-house technicians. I and Greg clicked as friends but it seemed my stupid brother thought something else might be going on.If I couldn't come to the company, Greg comes over to my house at times.I felt like digging my way underground.Here I was, trying to get a man into my honey trap while my brother opted for the option of scaring the man away.I shifted nearer to my brother before giving him a fierce pinc

RachelI decided to focus more on her protecting action instead of the cringy nickname that dropped from her lips.My mouth twitched a little and I stumped the urge to argue about that nickname. This was not the time. We have an enemy to face off with.There should not be infighting within allies.At least, I used those words to console myself or I would have gotten my mother to change the nickname immediately.What in the world was baby chick? Who would give their child that kind of nickname?What happened to sweetie, darling and other similar endearments?She had not called me that nickname for years and I have forgotten about it.She just had to bring it up again."Oh! It is Mrs Micheals." Julie said but there was no hint of respect in her tone.I had to curb the urge to run forward to smack her head."We touched this dress first." My mother began.Julie rolled her eyes.It seemed she did not want to keep her barely veiled disrespect under her superficial layer of respect anymore.

RachelI quieted down and silence reigned in the car.My phone's blaring ringtone shattered the silence to pieces.I took a glance at the screen and saw that it was Ryan Jenkins, the class monitor of our group of students.Back in our time of schooling, there was only one class monitor for all departments but nowadays, there are separate class monitors for each departments.Ryan was the only class monitor we have.He was an handsome hunk and I was friends with him. Our friendship started with a chance encounter.That fateful day, I dropped a slip of paper while I was hurrying to the library to cram for the exams. I had read before the exams began but I still had to do last minute cramming. Those few moments of cramming does wonders in the exam.He tapped my shoulder but I was absentminded and the next thing I did was to go into a defensive stance.It was awkward when I found out that he was just trying to help me. I released my hold on him and I treated him to a coffee outing.Our fri

RachelThe bottle began to spin again and I prayed silently that the bottle should stop on someone else.I did not want to drink that alcohol from hell.I heaved a sigh of relief when the bottle began to stop on others but my glee did not last too long.The bottle stopped on me again.I groaned.I knew Julie would not let this opportunity go. I did not even get a chance to get back at her yet because the bottle did not stop in her direction.Sometimes it stopped but a little breeze would tilt it a little and Julie would end up not answering a question or doing dares."Have you ever done oral sex with any guy?" Julie threw another venomous question at me again.I should have just said no but I did not want to answer any questions from Julie.Her sneaky smile assured me that she had bad plans for me.I did not want to fall into her plans."I don't wish to answer." I said dully and Julie's smile brightened considerably."That's the spirit. Not everyone likes to say a truth about themselv