The Billionaire's Muse

EDI

earing girl. My goodness! I wish a bottle of wine would take away the discomfort. Before I even found my keys, trying to reach a source of joy, an envelope caught m

t into pieces and dumped it. I took a deep breath and prepared my mind to get all

t I had slept for a long. I turned the noise off and wrapped a robe around my body to go get my mail. That was ve

attention. A lawsuit. What? I know I have been a great girl, to even the least thing as not earning a parking ticket

ns to either pay a hundred thousand dollars fine or work for hours that will be equivalent to that amount. Failure to do

s that the damaged property that brought about such fine? I burst into laughter. Both the legal team that drafted this and that arrogant jerk that went ahead to infor

go well. Pierce Avenue would be my f

ou expect me to confront your boss for unjustly filing a lawsuit over a broken flower vase? Moreover, I

nterfering with my job,” a new face that I hadn't seen yesterday scolded. This one do

robe. Or, better still, Mr. Miles Pierce,” I pr

g to ignore my request. Of course, I wasn't having that. I bega

nstitute a nuisance until you all get frustrated.

uld be forced to remove you and your car with whatever r

wasn't the guard's fault, that I get. But, I nee

sting, “I guess your stubbornness paid off,” the guard

ndon, the cute guard who I wouldn't forget his face and name in a hurry, was waiting for me at the entrance. He led me inside,

im here. Try not to break

on here?” said

h was i

met piercing

of sky blue, but never pitch, true dark blue—outside of fictional

e guy, but he looked different. Almost unrecognizable. Tall. Immaculate gray suit hugging the bro

ish, maybe Greek. The dimple on his cheeks was the only thing softening his a

practically reeked of power and money, but I didn’t recognize that. To be

reathe. Brandon, the expansive sitting room, and all my problems just

hat were so far removed from reality that for a moment, I couldn’t do any

ave?” he spoke, his

, drained whatever admiration I had fo

meet Mr. Mi

't talk to peo

my purse, I flung it open and drew it to his eye level so that he

rehending the grammar. As it is stated, you eit

talk to Mr. Pierce himself. Maybe he would be a grumpy old man, b

n, I

to him the previous day appeared. Man, did th

ee Mr. Pierce. But, to my bewilderment, t

hell he was the pers

irking his brows and placing both ha

enada woman teased. “It's nice to have you back,

er girl?' What an interesting nomenclatur

all me

at me, “leave. Come back with a lawyer if you feel unjustly accused. Grenad

ith her. It can wait. Again, nice to

me around?' That

stress of filing for an appeal and the slim chance of winning it. And, if I lost, this egocentric being would look for ways to make me more miserable. It was best to give in t

is track. “Good

that m

Great! I better brace myself because this was going