2| All for Money, But not for Me

"Great!" You're going to embarrass me here in front of all these guys. Why am I not surprised? It's sort of your stupid thing." Sophia Isabella said and walked away. Beckett was lost in thoughts, gazing at her. 

He remembered her thoughts: "Everyone thinks getting married to a quite rich man, not thinking about how to pay all the bills and all that would make one happy. It might be before them, but not me."

And also he remembered, "Everyone thinks getting married to their heartthrob would be a blissful feeling. Well, it is not for me. I am not looking for any sweetheart, rather I'm looking for a person who can afford a classic porche for me."

Beckett was not unaware that he hardly can make Isabella happy with his pocket money, so he shakes his head and tries to think reasonably.

Both of them have graduated and got their separate ways of life. Isabella and her mother are having a strong agrument, with her telling her that she should wait until she gets a rich match to marry.

After one year or so, Beckett is still trying to erase Isabella's words in his mind, still looking for a good job that ensures him a nice flat, a nice car and a heavy balance credit card. 

He is still waiting for her to speak out about what is there in his heart but he never speaks out how he loves her, and would say: "My love is not less than ocean of waves. It is full of warmth and strength to make you, Isabella, happy for life to come. I love you so my from the core of my heart."

She is looking for a businessman tycoon or a man with a big cotton industry in Manchester. "Oh my God, what should I do? Please, please God help me!"

"There is nothing left between Isabella and me," he cries again.

Isbella's beauty is mesmerizing and her cool gay voice pierces in every youthful heart, but not for what she loves for. She has great desires to fulfil her desires. She wishes to wave sitting in a classic porshe 

Isabella thinks that only a business partner can fling into her heart to warm their breaths beside the fluffy cushins in their bedrooms., but now I no longer believe his fishy stories. 

Her graceful walk with her tight-fitting legs got a glance from her boss in the office.  She knows his advancement, but is not willing to catch it because of his age. He is a sugar daddy person, and she is looking for a young millionaire

"I shouldn't have more distance from him as it will not give me a chance to get close to other businessmen in his office. However, despite my beautiful hazel eyes and petal little rosy lips none of the young Gould has won my heart."

"Hi, is Mr Darrak in his office?" Euston Martin speaks with his slow-paced voice. Her heart starts thudding as he has come to pick her up from this life of hustle and bustle.  There is no emotion on his face. He doesn't know how what Isabella aspires to daydream. "Yes, what's your name?" "Euston Martin, my name is Euston Martin."

"Sir, Mr Euston Martin from Watson's company here," on the phone she speaks to her boss. Isabella gets her lipsticks from the bag and scrolls her lips to make them shine.

Martin leaves the seat and enters the office of Adam and Isabella without looking her boss closes the door. Today she is very enthusiastic that she will get his phone no and get a date. She is waiting and watching again and again the intercom might ring and call her in.

After half an hour, her starts beating again in her ears as Martin comes along with Adam. "Miss. Sophia, is there any appointment this evening?" "I'll check,sir," "No, sir, it's just a visit to jym at 9 pm. 

"Ok, let's make dinner with Euston Martin, and let me know the booking, please," Adam walked away, speaking.

"Sophia, you're also accompanying us. Get ready, I'll pick you." Adam speaks to her pleasingly.

Sophia's heart is not her control as she is thinking of getting a date from Euston. At 9, both are heading toward a Glaze Restaurant for a business dinner with Euston. Right in time, Sophia along with her boss Adam reach the hotel, waiting for Euston Martin.

During the dinner Euston is sitting in front of her and she is hoping to get eye contact with Euston, but Euston is consciously reverting his eyes as he is making some plan in his mind.

Her heart breaks out when Euston asks her, "Are you free this weekend?" Isabella does not believe in her ears, yet Euston repeats with confirmation. "Yes," her heart is bubbling to come out from her chess, and her tight bra raises up and down in confusion. 

Her face burns red in shame, she guesses she has got her dream to be fulfilled. After all, she is all ears to his cool voice, yet makes it as if she were not listening. She is busy listening to him doing whatever she is doing without having the common sense of hanging her up.