Semua Bab Loving Her Second Chance Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Well, well. What are the odds of running into the very person I am trying to get away from? It should be creepy, but I am flattered instead. I mean, check this guy out – he is gorgeous!His dark chocolate skin glowed under the fluorescent lights in the lobby. His facial features are perfectly defined with such an impressive bone structure. He could even pass for a runway model.He continues to smile at me with straight teeth that are whiter than white, and full, luscious, moisturized lips. This is a man who clearly looks after himself; plus, he smelled like new money – like freshly printed cash, straight out of the mint.“I hope you’re impressed,” he says as he watches me checking him out.“Do I know you?” I ask, squinting a little.If he’s fishing for a compliment, he has come to the wrong person. I’m no longer in the business of massaging male egos.“If you’re asking, it means you don’t,” he says, his bright smile still intact.“Honestly, I find it very refreshing when I meet people

My business has been a bit dull this week, but things already seem to be looking up today. I’ve suddenly received an order that will make up for all the money I haven’t made since the beginning of this month.One of my sales girls, Tina, came into my office a few minutes ago to inform me that my attention is needed by a customer who has just ordered more than half of all our stock. He wants to see me before making his payment.Immediately after Tina leaves my office, I hop out of my seat and go straight into the mini-bathroom adjoining my office. I check my wig and makeup in the mirror to be sure that I look presentable enough to meet my generous customer.My business started as a hobby. I love tribal handmade items, and I started collecting them during my university days.By the time Walter and I got married, I had amassed a huge collection of wooden earrings, raffia purses, wax print bags, tie-and-dye dresses, leather sandals, wooden bangles, hand-crafted hairpins, and beautifully c

Jessica breezes into my office like a sweet-smelling whirlwind. She looks as if she has just won the lottery and can’t wait to start spending her winnings.“I want all the details, now!” She demands authoritatively and settles herself on one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Go!”I laugh. “Calm down, Jessica Rabbit. It’s not that serious.”“Don’t call me that. Now, start talking.”“I’ve already told you everything that happened.”“No, you didn’t. Start from the very beginning. From that part about you running into him at the restaurant and you two kissing.”“Ugh…” I groan.“Girl! How did that happen? Who kissed who first? Why did the kiss even happen if you two have never met before? Am I missing something in this story? What haven’t you told me, Nicey?”Jessica’s excitement over my about-to-be-revived love life amuses me. She and I are similar in many ways, and that is why I gravitate towards her more than the other ladies in our friendship circle.I feel like she’ll be the best to

Since it’s Friday night, I let the girls stay up later than usual to watch a comedy show with me. This has been one of our family rituals.Their dad used to join us on Fridays when he didn’t have a tryst to get to with one of his numerous lovers. He was such a jerk!My attention is drawn from the TV show when I hear the message notification sound coming from my phone. The text is from an unknown number, but as I begin to read its content, I immediately know who sent it.“Hi, Eunice. Can I pick you up by 2 p.m. tomorrow for lunch at Cruize? Or do you prefer another restaurant? – Sam.”I smile and text him back quickly.“I’m not going to ask how you got my number or my house address, but it’s giving serious creepy vibes. Cruize is fine. I’ll be at my store.”I send the text and try to focus on whatever is making my girls laugh so hard. Try as I might, I can’t seem to pin my attention on the movie.Sam texts back. “Creepy vibes? LOL. Do you work on weekends?”“Yes. I’m not a millionaire

Whenever I’m excited, I find it very difficult to sleep. That’s why I’m not surprised that I didn’t get much sleep overnight and that I’m awake and sharp even before dawn.I tiptoe past the twins’ bedroom on my way downstairs so as not to wake them up. I stroll to the kitchen to make myself a hot cup of mint tea, with hopes that it will calm my buzzing nerves.By 9 a.m. Mrs B shows up to resume her duties as I serve up scrambled eggs, fried sausages, and toast for my girls. They’re now awake and coming to join me in the kitchen. I’m not hungry this morning, so I’m not having breakfast with the twins.Mrs B had let herself in earlier because she had a spare key to our apartment. She’s practically a member of our family. I don’t know what I would do without her.“Good morning, Mrs B,” I greet her cheerfully. “You came right on time. Breakfast is ready!”“Good morning, Eunice. Hello, girls,” she greets with her signature warm smile.“Good morning, Nanny B!” The girls greet her in unison.