Contracted To The Billionaires Heart

“Cordelia, did you hear?”

The voice of Leah, Cordelia Wood’s best friend and pal, hollered enthusiastically over the phone.

Cordelia hadn't heard anything, as a matter of fact, she had no idea what Leah was talking about. She was on her way to deliver another painting to a very fastidious client, and all she could think about at that point was how she wanted to impress him.

“No, I didn't, Leah. What is it?” Cordelia muttered while trying to bustle her way through the busy streets of Florida. She avoided the skaters skillfully due to years of not-so-good experience with them, and pinched through multitudes of people, with her phone on her ear and her hand full of paintings.

The impatient drivers were honking their horns so loudly as she crossed the road that she wished she could smack them. She was in such a dilemma and the last thing on her mind was doing a guessing game with her best friend on the phone.

Cordelia Woods was a dark-haired, hazel-eyed, and light-skinned lady of average height, about 5’6” tall. She was a ravishing beauty and was dressed in faded denim jeans, coupled with an oversized shirt.

“Well……” Leah drawled in between giggles “My company is hosting an opening party for their newly launched project Mi Amore. A lot of affluent individuals and elites would be coming” Leah squealed happily.

Cordelia dragged her phone from her ear to muffle her scream. She couldn't help wondering why Leah would inform her about her company's welcome party.

Leah worked at the sales department of Watson's Co.operation and Co. Though a senior in college and just about 20 years old. Leah was already living her dreams. Cordelia wished her life was that simple, she never had a soft life like her best friend. No matter how she tried not to compare, she found herself envious of her.

“ok?” She questioned, confused.

“What do you mean by ok? There will be various affluent people to whom you can market your painting” Leah exclaimed.

Cordelia sighed heavily at Leah's suggestion. She wasn't interested in going to parties to market her paintings. It wasn't the right thing to do as an artist. And she also wasn't good at leading conversations and convincing people, that was Leah's area of expertise, not hers.

“I'm sorry Leah, I'm not interested” She bit her lips at her words, she wasn't sure how her friend would take it.

“Urg Common! Not this again” Leah whined.

“I don't just…..You won't understand. Thank you very much for the offer but i gotta go now.  

She said as she opened the door to the office where she was making her delivery.

“OK bye” As she clicked the end button on her phone, she heard the sadness in Leah's voice. She hated being that person who would continuously disappoint her friend, but she wasn't going to accept something she didn't fancy.

She proceeded to meet her client for the day and watched as he frowned his face at her painting. Her heartbeat accelerated at the expression, she couldn't take another rejection from the man.

When he looked up and smiled so brightly at her, she let out a heavy breath she didn't know she had been holding. That was the third time she was repainting the picture for him in the same week, she had promised herself to throw the board in his face if he refused it again that day.

Cordelia counted her money as she made her way out of the office. Her lips slightly parted to form a smirk, she had made enough money for the day, it was time to pay off some of her debts and visit her brother in the hospital.

Just as she hailed a taxi, her phone shrilled to life in her pocket. She groaned at whoever the caller was, before picking it up.

“Miss Woods?” she heard the familiar voice of her brother's doctor fill her ears.

As soon as her head processed who it was, her hands grew sweaty in anxiousness. It was either bad news or good news. She hoped it was the latter.