Mr Billionaire's heart

nity

Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off

York of course I am 21 years o

g a book in the natural light coming through my window, which is my main source of light. The storage is great because it is hidden away above my wardrobe, which is built into the wall, although most of my stuff goes under the bed. There is a big black shoebox beside m

ee this much boring my existence, even so, I believe that one

ning business, then after taking a sho

tchen for Breakfast I was about t

or swinging open

heard my best fri

my fist to my mouth and pinching my l

workplace Olivia and I are best friends since ch

said, and the next moment I felt my breath

rip to London, bitch,"

to go for work and that asshole manager of our branch, I stopped myself to

in hospital if he had bad side of yours," I sp

e," Olivia answered as her face is gettin

hich we saw last time in window shoppin

best friend has very wei

cked out an exquisite photo frame where

" Slowly I release a deep breath w

is for you, another is for me, this is yours," she ans

shag," I demanded while reaching

bucks I am dying for cold Vanilla Be

r head and then sliding

white sweatshirt and black jeans and my favorite white sneakers pulled my dark brown hair into one

ace my credit into it and re

random movie while munching chips she is in blue jeans with a yellow

while locking the

her eyes at

t," she said while

led my eyes at her but

er, whore, hag as they are ways to express our love for each other, not the love of Romeo and Juli

he said, standing u

apartment building an

we come there, and I was welcomed wit

my tummy

our orders," she said while ta

arving," I smiled sheepishly and

ful time with Olivia, we wer

livia's ph

and frowned upon heari

outed then looked at me as

es. I will drop you at your apartment

bad, you go, girl, I prefer

I hire a bicycle fro

a bicycle he showed me, bicycle and key

nce to go over grass, mud, or road... It is a freedom I will always crave. That sort of liberty is a gift, is it not? A privilege of m

iding a

sily one of the b

hy obsessi

sy watching th

ich is about to happen to me my mouth is falling open, making my upper lip curl bac

nds folded a

rled me around and

llided into the hars

ady my breath and t

ile my breathing that grows

el any pain again. I cleared my