Under the billionaire's mask

the job offer? You know I hate these spoiled b

r. Rent is due, and almost every bill in this house needs to be taken care of. It's just a

the guy you're asking me to meet up with and accept his propos

a. Maybe he's firing his workers because they don't have the

u trying to defend

er is one of her red flags; she doesn't laugh li

you, and there's no one better than you in architecture in this city. Could you please stop with the hate for spoiled brats and stop looking down on yourself and take the j

iled, looking at her. "You know the pouti

se me you will meet up with him

just so you know, he's not the only person in this city that will give me a good offer

id. "You know I always wan

the interview

hes to wear for the interview. So, since you're the one that made me accept to meet up with

with our gossip, I will head to my house and gra

one. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm not good at

e kitchen. "What do you care

con and eggs will do w

Majesty," she sai

apartment because, according to her, the apartment is too big for

en she stepped into the living room

t the dining table. I immediately grabbed a bite. "Mmmph...

ing at my face and

ur own food. I don't know what you'll

eakfast, she got rea

e and grab the outfit I'll be wear

rget!" she

e now. I headed to my room to take my bath and clean up my apartment b

took my bath and grabbed my laptop to work on some archite

new, it was 6 p.m. already. Once I'm work

rd Bella's voice

d inside the living room. "How

ould write another one," she said in an almost-crying voice. "He was extra grumpy and extra wicked today. I can't seem to keep up with his mood

ress you passed through

I'm so tired," she stood up and stretched,

definitely keep her all to myself. She's blonde, and I'm a brunette. She's 5'4", and her height is one of her insecurit

kinda feel inferior to her, but s