The Billioniare Secret Student Wife

It was very early in the morning and the sound of the alarm was very loud, Lucy Jade's was, anyway.

When Lucy couldn't get up, she whimpered and tried to get up. Her body was tired but she put it aside as she normally would. She wasn't able to get a good night's rest.

Maya lay down by her in a rich silk blanket, sleeping peacefully, without a care.

At times, Lucy was envious of her.

Not because Maya was as well off as God.

Since she knew what peace was Maya was silent.

Lucy gazed on the pile of outstanding bills lying on the little desk beside her bed. Tuition balance. Book fees. Electricity contribution. Feeding allowance.

Her chest tightened.

Another month.

Another struggle.

She took a deep breath in and stood up.

"You're awake already?" Maya's eye was half open and she mumbled sleepily as if.

Lucy smiled tiredly. Good morning, it's morning shift at the caf‚.

Maya sat up a bit, her golden hair falling from her shoulders. "You" said that Lucy didn't get much sleep.

"I slept enough."

"That's a lie."

Then Lucy laughed, as she put on her huge hoodie. No work, no eat!

Maya frowned. "At some point you will crack due to stress."

Lucy picked up her purse. "Not today."

When she went outside the dormitory building at the beginning of the morning, her skin was hit by the cold air.

A quiet campus, the above mentioned well-to-do ones were in their luxurious apartment and hostels and Lucy was running on the empty walkway to the bus stop.

Unlike them she didn't own a car.

No parents.

No family support.

Only debt.

It took her 20 minutes to get to the caf‚.

She was quickly filled with the scent of coffee beans, hot baked goods.

"Good Morning, Lucy," replied Mr Harrison.

Lucy's face was beaming with a smile. "Morning, sir."

"You're early again."

"I like early."

No Sir, I don't like it," he corrected, "no." "You like living."

Lucy laughed awkwardly, and placed her apron over her waist.

Slowly the caf‚ filled up as the morning progressed.

Customers were turning up and taking off.

Orders were coming in from all quarters.

Lucy however went on her journey.

Taking orders.

Cleaning tables.

Serving drinks.

Smiling through exhaustion.

She was not experiencing any pain in her legs at night time!

Nevertheless, she kept on working.

They believed that the price was too steep, if they halted.

But minds were on the loss of all things.

I heard my co-workers yelling out "Table seven!"

Lucy then took the tray and went to the other side of the room that was near the glass windows.

She had arrived there, and reduced her speed a little.

There was one person who was sitting by himself at the table.

Tall.

He was dressed in a very ostentatious and imposing black suit.

He certainly did have that chiseled jaw line, his golden brown eyes were glassy and outside the town.

He had a kind of energy, a power in him.

The kind that made people feel uncomfortable when around.

Before she goes towards him Lucy drinks a sip of water and swallows it silently.

"Your coffee, sir."

Lastly, the man looked at the woman.

Just for a brief instant.

All was very quiet.

He was beginning to scrutinize the face, to examine and look into it, as if to weigh it.

Lucy ran around, under his watch.

However, she remarked courteously, "Is there something else I can do?"

He was gazing at her tanned face.

"You look exhausted."

Lucy blinked.

That won't have taken much note of.

All they cared about is getting their coffee to them on time.

Her face twitched with a grimace in her expression. "Long day."

However, you have a smile on your face."

"That's just the way things are done.

There was a hint of a smile on his face.

NO, I did NOT say `yes,' whispered he. "That's a part of you."

Lucy was not sure how the words had an impact on her.

Perhaps no one had been courteous towards her for a really long time.

In no time at all she had turned her head from the group. "My pleasure, sir."

However, before she could escape, her other stoppage from his deep voice.

"What's your name?"

"Lucy."

"Lucy. " he repeated his words, as if to himself.

Then he took out of his wallet a few crisp bills and he put them on the table.

Lucy's eyes constricted just a little bit.

It was almost a whole week's salary for her to have!

She was astonished and her mouth gaped open.

Sir, it's too much.

"It's not enough."

Her heart was beating a rapid pace, which she hadn't anticipated.

Man with a sleek, expensive watch on his wrist, standing upright, with hands on hips, adjusting his watch.

"Goodnight, Lucy."

Then, in a flash he walked away.

Lucy was standing by a table, her body motionless like a rock.

Lack of an appreciation for money.

He was peering through the door which he had disappeared through.

She wasn't even familiar with the name of him.

But somehow.

But, now she had a good situation.