My Cold-Hearted Billioniare

face buried in my laptop, drafting the cont

ng, striving for perfection. It was a big deal for my boss; his nervousness about i

insisted it wasn't good enough. He emphasized the need for fresh ideas, as the well-being

is company. The apartment was quiet; my loud flatmate, Amelia, was out o

tion. This had to be the best business proposal I had ever crafted. I emailed it to my boss fo

ions? I was exhausted from working on this project for the past month! I whispered a qui

he a little! I strolled into the kitchen, craving a scoop of ice cream from the refrigerator to cel

ove love love me like you do, kiss me like you do, kiss kiss kiss me like you do, what are you waiting forrrrrrrrr!" It was my

was always hyped up over nothing, convinced that every new guy was her soulmate, only to find

nto finance!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "I'm looking for a man in finance, 6

door, and pulled out my seat for me! Girllll, this is some perfect gentleman shit bruh!" Her enthusiasm

shared in her joy. "But we have one little tinny winny problem," she said, squintin

tial flaws of Mr. Perfect. "You know we met on a dating app, right?" she

tomorrow, but I don't want to go because my Mr. Perfect asked for another date that same day, an

in, my tone playful and sing-song, trying to show her how easily this could be resolved. My

guidelines! And you know how wrong it is to stand someone up," she insisted, her ea

wo?" I asked sarcastically. "Noo, Barbara, that's not

do I have to do with this?" I countered, but silence fell as her gaze i

me," she blurted out, her words rushing out as if she

ce and resignation. "Barbara, please! You haven't been on dates in ages! You don't even need to like him; just go ther

, grasping at straws, trying to concoct excuses that might save me. "And

nday, for crying out loud! It's a freaking weekend! You're supposed to take a break from work, girl! Go ou

her enthusiasm infectious, and for a moment, I began to see her point. "Okay, fine, I wi

r joy infectious. "But under one condition," I continued, trying to keep a s

sing an eyebrow. "Girllll, never in my life again!" she laughed, a