The Billionaire's Flower
As the vast expanse of private property rolled by, I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my shaking hands.
The air was cool and contained a hint of citrus. I glanced around for some kind of air freshener, only to realize that the pleasant scent was emanating from him.
“What's your name?” I inquire, casually trying to distract my attention from his pleasing scent. He gives me a very strange side eye before answering with a shrug.
“Hey,” I start, mildly irritated. “Would you rather I keep calling you Mystery the whole time?”
“Is that what you’ve been calling me? I’m flattered by your gracious title, Ms. Bennet,” he mocks. I huff at his refusal to cooperate and quietly give up, deciding to