THE POOR BILLIONAIREE

to the lights going off in the mall, to him protecting her from the situation, and lastly chasing the goons away. “The event last night could pass for a movie blockbust

o read through the internet about stuff the poor go through, just so he didn’t get lost in their conversation. Rosalie was beginning to feel a strong connection for Dylan, as he looked like a perfectly fine gentleman man. “You have potential Dylan, you sound really learned and well articulated, keep pushing I’m sure you will make it in no time. You already look like a billionaire, you just need the right exposure and connections, and then boom! You would make it in no time.” She said, her face brightened with a smile. Dylan's heart melted, no woman had ever given him such advice, out of impulse, he halted and held her hands, looking straight into her eyes. “Thanks for your kind words, I promise to be successful, just the way you have envisioned me to be.” Rosalie’s heart skipped as she felt a spark in her heart, sending chills all over her body, she immediately felt hot as she could no longer keep up with his gaze. “He has the most beautiful hazel eyes, jeez, this man is fine as hell.” She muttered to herself as she looked away. As they went deep into their discussion, he found himself falling deeply for her aura, unable to take his eyes off her, her smile brightened up his whole heart. As they approached the end of their stroll, Dylan halted as he watched Rosalie laugh hard at his lame jokes. He kept mute as he enjoyed her expression filled with happiness. Without saying anything, he gently touched her hands, she stopped laughing immediately as their gaze met. They kept mute for some seconds. Admiring each other's perfection, as time froze. Dylan hadn't felt this way in a very long time, his heart raced faster as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against her cheeks. “I want to see you again, Rosalie, I like you.” He said, his eyes dimmed as he stared deep into her soul. Finding it difficult to breathe, Rosalie suddenly froze, the thought of his warm lips on her cheeks took her to a different realm entirely. After some seconds, she managed to utter some words out of her lips. “I like you too.” She replied, looking deep into his eyes. “I may not be a rich guy, but I can always afford to give a listening ear and company whenever you need one,” Dylan said. “I’m not materialistic, Dylan. You are a sweet soul and trust me, your jokes cracked me up excellently. Please, don’t share