A Midnight Encounter With Mr Billionaire

" I told Damian, who was still

welcome here, mmm?" I asked. He gently n

gagement to Alex Os

ried about? I was never going to marry him anyway. "Save him the

eled abroad to get his degree. It's been over nine years, and w

ng to you. Come back

my room, left our bags by the stairca

h families. Don't say a word about that bastard

n't say anything about my son," I retor

ree weeks, so keep your fingers crossed and, like your mo

f I didn't show up today? No calls or texts for six years, and they think

aiting," I said in a sharp to

ant marriage is to the family bus

would just sit back and relax. The best t

to cloth my child an

f my back. I began searching for a job, but no one

a thing for graphic designs since hi

employment, I guess. I finally got hired as a wa

***

nd I was dressed in a neatly ironed white shirt and black corporate trou

nded firmly like I

th Ethan. Both of you will

" Ethan and

tely. He's about 6'5", with blonde hair, brown e

e, but I'm too pretty to be doing this job, too

EN'

riving at 1pm.The reservation has been made, a

. That was a mistake. I'm not even c

my back. Make her believe tho

to arrive. I can't stand lateness," I constantly s

le I scrolled through my phone, a thick waitress passed by me.

th the other customers. A guy had come to take

g a little fun with this beaut

tarlight Spoons. What can I get yo

she was as swift as a fox with delivery. But he

ne blouse. She had well-rounded boobs and I c

asked, this time in a

but hold on, my

n a slutty red gown, black heels and

across the room like she already knew me. Well I'

en a lady wore revealing clothes? or maybe I just compared her to the

ered, pulled her to myself

returned the kiss. I gently parted my lips, letting her ton

are you doing?" the d

er by the hair. Before the waitress coul

" she

you're already cheating, unbelievable," she f

, some guts she's got. Well my pla

ek for a while, everyone in the restaurant had eyes on

her eyes blazing with fury. She turned

hink you are?

d and slapped me hard across the face. The

eople like that?" she yelled,

idea what y

ead across my cheek. The entire restaurant was now w

r them to let her go. "You've just messed with the wr

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AL

ing around the kitchen in fury. "Taking advan

r hand on me because she couldn't t

ly wasn't enough and he thinks he ca

eaking up from behind. "The manager isn't

.... I got hit

est of the day, so get to work," Ethan instru

? I really do have bad luck. I just ha

coat tight around myself as I walked home. The night

ping the fresh air would help clear my

s swaying ominously in the breeze. My footsteps echoed in

ble sound of footsteps behind me. I paused, li