The Love of a Billionaire

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ce dripped with intrigue as she revealed the exquisite p

we were about seven or eight, with our arms wrapped around each other and our grins so wide they practically stretched to our ears. Our face

oy. The frame was beautifully designed too, with delicate vines and flowers wrapp

her eye. « I mean, who wouldn't want a picture of us as cute little m

ling a sense of warmth spread through my ch

n my living room. « Now, let's get down to business – Starbucks time! » she declare

esture. « Sure thing, Oli. Let's g

here was something special about our friendship, the kind of bond you can't really explain to others,

one of the best gifts a friend could give, and it had nothing to do with material thi

hanneling my inner fashionista. The mirror reflected my wild confidence as I grabbed my go-to white sweatshirt, black jeans, and beloved white kicks. A quick French braid later, and I was ready

oulder, slid my credit card into it, a

looked comfy, in her usual blue jeans and yellow tank top, a denim jacket casually thrown over it. He

locking the door of

r eyes scanning my outfit like she was sizin

her eyes. She was about to say somet

look like something the cat dragged in, » she teased, wiggling her

lishing in the playful banter. Our friendship was the kind that coul

oxious name under the sun. Wanker, whore, hag... the list went on, but it never bothered us. It was

h! » She jumped off the couch with exaggerated enthus

h I loved our dynamic. There was no one else in the wor

the familiar rhythm of her favorite playlist filled the car, blending perfectly with the buzz of the city around us. Olivia's driv

» I asked, leaning back in the seat and

I'm feeling spontaneous. Maybe we'll make a pit stop at that new record sto

are such a dork

« A dork with an epic taste in

rewed coffee immediately filling the air. My stomach rumbled in anticipation, doing a little jig that would've made even the

a declared, whipping out her credit card with a fl

be too long, or I'll be forced to drink some o

arly unamused. « Stale coffee?

. « You k

e laughter, the chaos, the late-night talks - I couldn't imagine my life without it. There was no one else who un

f the city wash over me. Life felt good, right here, right now. And no matter