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