If someone asked her why she was doing this, she would never answer because she also did not have the answer. She could not explain why she, a 28-year-old, was letting a 20-year-old girl, turning 21 in December, drag her around. Maybe because she had a beautiful smile that shined brighter than the stars or that she was Shannon Botha, her new roommate. MJ could not tell. They were currently cramped in a taxi with fifteen people, and MJ was already regretting coming. The taxi had fourteen seats- four in the backseat, three in the second row, three on the third row, and four on the first row. The seats in the second and third row were separated; there was one seat for two people and the other was detached and was for one person. When the people at the back wanted to get out, the people sitting on the single chairs had to step out so that the people exiting could close the chair to clear the way. Unfortunately, MJ happened to be sitting in the second row, and h

The next morning, MJ woke up at five and got ready for her jog. It was her routine back in London to go for a run every morning at five, but she strayed a little when she got to Cape Town. She wore navy blue tracksuits and navy blue trainers, and she had a water bottle, her phone and earphones in her hands. She left the apartment building and ran in the same direction as she took the previous day, as if jogging to work. She and Jameson had had a great time. They spoke about the old school days and Jameson told her who got knocked up, who dropped out, and who broke up. MJ did not even remember half the people he spoke about, but she listened anyway. Jameson was a gossip mogul, but that was partly why MJ liked him; he knew things and he knew people. MJ reckoned that he would come in handy in keeping Logan Parker from finding out the truth. She had a great weekend. It started bad with the whole Logan-Carmen issue and her anxiety attac

It was around 7p.m. and MJ was getting ready for her dinner with Jameson and his mom. He was going to pick her up at 8p.m. since she did not know where he stayed. To top it off, Shannon and Liam had not returned from their shopping. So basically, she had no driver. She had just finished drying her hair and was walking around her room in her matching white underwear when her new phone rang up. She walked to her bed and checked the caller’s ID, but it was an unknown number, but she knew it was Logan. She swiped the screen and answered the call, “Hello?” “May, this is Logan speaking. Where are you?” He asked, and MJ rolled her eyes. Who else would it be? She thought. “At home.” She said and crossed her arms while scanning through her clothes, not sure what to wear. “Listen; there is an important meeting tonight.” Logan said, and MJ closed her eyes and pursed her lips. When she did

Logan and Natalia were in his office, and Natalia was seated on the chair opposite Logan while going through online articles about MJ Billings. She was currently going through her Facebook and reading comments after Logan stumbled upon an article that spoke about Jorge Billings and MJ Billings being the best business moguls in the world. “Jeez! Logan, this girl is trending, even more than your article.” Natalia exclaimed while scrolling through her phone, and for the first time ever, Logan looked up from his laptop screen. “What article?” He asked, and Natalia shrugged. "The article about you and the mysterious woman from last night." She said without glancing up for a second; she was so fascinated by MJ Billings that she did not even realize or notice the sombreness that crossed Logan's face a second ago. "There's not even a single picture of her on the internet. I wonder how she looks. Some people say she is blonde lik

It was after 8 p.m. when Jorge and Anita arrived at his beach house in Cape Town. Unlike his sister, Jorge was not very fond of drivers. The only time he had someone drive him around was when he was way too busy, thus upon arrival at the airport, Jorge hired a cab to bring them home. “Wow, you have a beautiful home.” Anita said to Jorge while scanning his house. “Thanks. MJ bought it for me.” He smiled at the mention of his sister. He agreed that she did a good job at doing things that he disapproved of, but he did not stay mad at her for too long. She was his sister and his most treasured creation on earth. "She's bought a couple of houses for me, mostly in holiday resorts." He said, scanning through his sitting room. "But this is my favourite." He said and smiled. “Do you want something to drink?” He asked Anita who carefully sat down on the black leather couch as if she would ruin it. “Yes, please. J