Billion dollar adventure : Meeting Mr Arrogant

dusted donuts wafted into her nose, making her stomach rumble despite the fact she had already had breakfast. Delivering pastries from her aunt's bakery, Sweet Crumbs, to the local café was a dail

in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and enjoy the bri

uility was shattered. Because there he was-the one person who co

ibly fit frame. It was ridiculous how out of place he looked strolling into the café like he owned the place. With his perfectly styled hair and

kery, talking down to her aunt like she didn't know what she was doing, had gotten under Lucy's skin immediately. She had nearly snapped at him then but had held her tongue, mostly for her aunt's sake. Aunt Maria had a way of

day. But as she began to unload the pastries, placing them carefully on the counter inside, she heard that fa

little ba

through her, but she took a deep breath before turning to face him. Her heart pounded in her

as smug as she remembered. His eyes scanned her up and down,

he sarcasm drip from every word. "Look w

him out so openly. But it was gone just as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that infuriating smi

see," he replied, the smugne

she didn't care. It was rare that she lost her cool in public,

to talk. After the way you spoke to me and my aunt, I'm surp

small café. "I'm a paying customer, sweetheart. I can go wherever I please. A

aunt had built from the ground up with love and dedication? The bakery wasn't just a business. It was the heart and soul of her family. Every recipe, every

gap between them. She wasn't g

," she spat. "You're just a spoiled rich boy who thi

e almost as quickly as it had appeared. He straightened his already perfect posture and met her glare head-on. He didn

," he said, his voice calm, almost too calm. "And tr

l the frustration that had been building up since the first day he had walked into her life. B

ow. Lucy could feel her face burning, not from embarrassment, but from the sheer heat of her anger. She wanted to punch him, to knock that smirk off his

putting some distance between the

her voice tight with barely concealed anger,

oor, her heart pounding in her ears. She could feel his eyes on her, watching

" she called over her shoulder,

the cool breeze wash over her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of

s cutting words, the way he seemed to think he had every right to criticize her and her family. Wha

to do. There were more pastries to bake, orders to fill, customers t

r a sense of calm. This place was hers, her family's. It didn't matter what Mr. Arrogant thought. He didn't understand the blood, sweat, and tears that had gone into building the ba

to her aunt Maria. It had survived through tough times, recessions, and competition

ftly as she stepped inside. The smell of warm bread and freshly b