Whispers Of The Billionaire's heart

ity of my eyes. They often likened the subtle play of colors in my irises to the shifting hue

rk's eyes were a warm, unremarkable brown, steady and reliable. But the stranger I had just encountered defied simple description. I couldn't designate a color to his eyes because they had no color. They seeme

g its prey, calculating and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His stare was so penetrating that it left me feeling exposed, as if he could see

t you too. I told you I hated that nickname. B

e teased with a grin. "So?" She asked, lookin

stranger with cold eyes to the back of my

trying to so

wing on a piece of carrot. Her curiosity was evident, but

haunted by the stranger's lifeless gaze. Iggy continued to munch on her carrot, oblivious to the turmoil inside me. As

old, empty eyes. I hoped I could forget them, but deep down, I knew they would

. "I need you to take this out to the fine gentlemen in

lled, hoping he'd change his mind. The last

" he said, placing the tray firmly in m

scaping this task. With a resigned sigh, I adjusted my apron and forced a smile. Chef's e

eplied, trying t

ling sounds of the restaurant seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the echo of my own anxious thoughts. I appro

of importance. And there he was-the stranger with the lifeless eyes. His gaze locked

table and carefully set the tray down. "Good a

nds were steady as I picked up his plate from the tray, but my heart was racing. As I leaned forward t

hing in my throat. The unexpected sensation left me momentarily stunned. I could feel his

whirlwind of confusion and unease as I exited the private area. The fleeting touch ha

ggy shot me a curious look, but I shook my head, signaling that I didn't want to tal

and his merry band of friends lingered in the restaurant. Finally, they

now today must've been hectic, but you pulled through." He paused for effect, hi

"I don't really know all the details. But good job, people." He s

ed, "Tell Susan she's fired," and walked out

de-eyed. "Can you belie

ility of new ownership was unsettling enough, but the abrupt dismissa

anger and his cold eyes. If he was involved in buying the restaurant, what did that mean f

get everyone's attention. "Alright, let's wrap

ilities and the unsettling presence of the stranger. As I left the restaurant that evening, the weight of the day's e

Iggy asked, hooking her arm around my neck

d take a hot bath," I said, almost sigh

n, don't be a grandma." She whined

," I sighed, stopp

her eyes, placing her hands on my shoul

ew she meant well, but after the day I'd had, all I wanted was the solace of my quiet apa

," I said, trying to sound sincere

letting out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, but

ash over me. Iggy pouted playfully but final

wirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of the stranger and his cold, lifele

nother confrontation about the rent. I tiptoed down the hallway, careful to avoid the creaky floorboards

of my small, rundown apartment greeted me, but tonight, even its worn charm felt like a sanctuary. I

ea of going out and having fun seemed so distant from my reality. Yet, a part of me longed for the caref

he tension seep out of my muscles. The memory of the stranger's cold, lifeless eyes st

houghts of the restaurant, the stranger, and my landlady out of my mind. Tomorrow wou

I would try to live a little, just as she had urged me to do. But for now, I would take it