One Nightstand With My Billionaire Boss

ella

a dream. I take a deep breath and atte

g for Alex. I was early, as al

me wasted. Even though I was a little tipsy in the end, I was still able to complete my maths, speak ABC backward, and walk straight. Admittedly, I drank a lot. An

ed history. This always makes me grin when I think about it. In the latter months of her life, I insisted on hearing Mom

oss to a man who was studying the menu at the two-person table. What a ridiculous dude! His jet black hair was styled in a dishevelled manner

y guy—who was probably the boyfriend of another woman—while

erver informed me that my table was ready.

was the first time he had inquired about me, and I had only been

ernoon, I was at the Remington headquarters. Al

present?" He sou

er, your voicemail received i

ere you able to spot me ther

l. You wer

is. I was present. getting t

" As we place our meal order, we continue to discuss LA. He in

s served, we ate t

, I inquired. I visited Alex's former flat. However, he mentio

tell you." He won't look into my eyes. "It's about... us.

voice was h

s loudly. We're i

im, "What's this restauran

us. We don't need to waste any m

, don't you think? I picked up my wine and drank it all. I respo

and, he murm

wh

his phone, then at me. He responded,

udible to me, but I cou

caller conti

he bathroom. And now here I am. I was stari

acquaintance. He was unfaithful to me! And now he broke up with me on the fir

watching me. I look up and see the most captivating eyes reflectin

until the waiter who was passing in front of us

eem alright to you now? However, I omit the term

He asks once more. Slo

softer with every syllable that leaves it. I doubt he heard what I had to say. I quickly remark, "Sorry, I

n see him. Though I'm not overly sad over our breakup, I did realise that I was foolish to have even considered movin

up. "Drink some water.. your face is pale." I pick up the glass of

ays styled in a slick-back manner. He doesn't have a lot of height. 5 '8 " maybe. I stand five feet five. He has dark chocolate-coloured eyes. Unlike Mr. Perfect, he doesn't have a

ugh my veins. I splash water in Alex's face th

emed irate now. I a

me. Either he doesn't care, or the glass hits his nose exactly and he needs time to heal. My hope is for the initial on

den, my world is whirling. Why is that? After having two glasses of wine, I'm pleased with my ability to tol

fore I knew it, I had thrown myself into the b