WHEN WORLD'S COLLIDE

n me. I reveled in the attention, my ego basking in the admiration. As the youngest billionaire and most eligible bachelor i

wn her back like a waterfall. Her petite frame and curves left me enchanted, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her full pink lips and

vousness. Will intervened, ordering a sandwich and Coke, while I remained captivated by Dovey's beauty, my respo

cted instinctively, grasping her waist to steady her. Our bodies touched, and I felt a jolt of electricity. I gazed

m...so...sorry...sir." I raised my hand, and she flinched, closing her eyes as if bracing for impact. But instead, I

d on her. But I had already seen it, the spark of attraction, the flicker of vulnerability. She has

his way about anyone before, and I was uncertain how to process my emotions. Will and I got into my car, and I shared what m

laimed, "Dude, what about Dovey?" I was taken aback, "D

how you looked at her like she's a million bucks! You're into h

ure if it was a good idea. Will cut me off, "Just think about it, you don't have to give

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ile to my face. I began preparing a simple spaghetti dish, a recipe that held sentimental value as it was the first meal my mother taught me to cook. My thoug

utiful wife at home, yet he's always chasing after other women. As I cooked and ate, my mind wand

s suggestion, and with newfound determination, I made a decision. The walls of my pe

's stress, and I emerged feeling invigorated. I wrapped a towel around my waist, the fabric hugging my physique and accentuating my ch

oughts of Dovey lingered, her captivating hazel eyes and endearing innocence leaving a lasting impression. I pondered the possibility of us together, wondering if someone as pure and kind as her

ers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet firmly on the ground. After a quick

and my chiseled features in the mirror. I approached the shower, adjusting the temperature to my liking, and stepped under th

to wander, thoughts of Dovey and our potential fake relationship drifting through my brain like the steam rising

ng to my chiseled physique. I gazed at my reflection, my eyes tracing the defined lines of my abs, my

I brushed my teeth, styled my hair, and applied a hint of cologne. I was ready to fa

ge and opted for my luxurious black Lamborghini. As I drove, I mentally rehearsed my approach, thinking through the words I would use to ask Dovey to

the phone, my mind began to wander. Could I blame Dovey if she refused my proposal? I mean, I'm a playboy, always chasing the next thrill, and she's...innocent. Too innocent for someone like me. My world is a

ar across the street, took a deep breath, and entered the cafe. The atmosphere seemed to shift, and the room fell silent a

my throat to announce my presence. The customer quickly retreated, and Dovey's eyes met mine, her expression a mix of fear

ssue?" I moved closer, my jaw set, and grasped her hand, my grip firm

sed like a fish as if words failed her. "Uhm...n..

e, as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. "Dovey, can we sit?" I asked, unsure

locked on Dovey's. "Dovey, I know you must be wondering why I'm here. Well, I need your help." My gaze drifted to her lips, and I licke

l. "This might sound crazy," I began, my voice low a