LOVE AND SECRET- THE BILLIONAIRE SECRET

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e of really similar words for these kinds of letters. They usually always begin with "We are sorry to say" or "We apologize for" or something along those lines. Always sorry, always

ails digging into my palms. This was unfair- all of this. My eyes slowly begin to water as I wi

so I won't end up bawling in the middle of this almost unnoticeable, but cha

a young couple holding hands and whispering to each other a few seats away. We hold gazes for a few seconds longer, with neither of us even blinking. I s

slowly breaks into a small smile. And in the depths of his ashen

er in a frown. As if on cue, the brown haired waitress who had taken my order a fe

int Irish lilt to her words, her honey brown eyes stari

ou," I respon

e tea helped and probably the kind smile I received from the older man sitting close to me. I need to pick myself up and try again at finding another corporation looking to hire. I can't contin

come up with. She's always been goofy, that one. Thinking about her now reminds me

a short greeting while downing the rest of my still hot tea. It burned, but I did

dark brown boots making slight noises as the heels meet the floor, I turn and stare again at the gray eyed man. As if feeling my gaze, he turns away from the newspaper he was reading and sta

headache beginning to bear down on me. The cold almost always inflicts me with headaches of varying degrees. I'm still not sure

s really cold and this down jacket I wore wasn't quite warm enough, I turned my bare palm outwards and a few flakes of snow fell into it

hours

a few mistakes and he began to cry, mama," I held Rodri's hands carefull

inquired while softly dusting off the snow

ng up at me, "I'm not a chipmunk, mama. You're al

him. "Really?" I let out in false surprise. "I

e so silly for always forgetting, mama. But it's alright. I'll always remember you."

ig bear hug. "Thank you, my little chipmunk," I whisper softly a

ays his head on my shoulder after settling down fro

my darlin

ng momentarily forgotten, although, knowing him, he will bring

quite cheap, plus our apartment was small, but manageable for both of us, and it was in the quieter part of the city, so I decided to take it after the agent took me to three other apartments with higher rent

of a typical gossiping neighbor. But she's been really kind and welcoming so far, although a bit intrusive at times. There are the two Emma's who school at the University of Dublin. They'd moved in shortly before me and till date, no one knew if they were sisters, lovers, friends or just mere roommates. They live on the third floor, an apartment down from mine. The

is one of them. Mary did tell me when I first moved in that he works as a surgeon in some private hospital and is almost always bei

ention of the other tenants. I wasn't really in a talking mood this evening. When I get to the first floor, I see Mary by the stairs a

g down Rodri who was wriggling ou

crinkling up at the sides in a smile upon seeing me. "I wonde

odri, asking him how his day went. He smiles and answers

lly not when you're holding little Ro," Mary scolds in her soft mo

re we got to our floor. As we walk past Claire's apartment, as we hear the faint

rn on the heater after turning on the lights. He lets out a small thank you while yawning in tiredness after his busy day at scho