Signed to Mr. Billionaire
r. I felt sick in my stomach as tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I
rtment, screaming at the unfairness of life. But I didn't have the luxury of breaking down, not
ay the bills, so, instead of crying, I did the only thing I thought wo
ople feel something, I mean something different and deep, more like a connection to every word I write, and emotions they can't help but feel. I have two dreams, though, but will keep the other anonymous for now. It's the biggest dream which I call
hop was hell
sound I was pretty sure it meant it was dying, and the broken re
lready on my case for
Leonard, snapped angrily
utes," I
closer to ge
bed a notepad. Like I cou
e walk
people straightened, whispers bouncing around l
type. Expensive suit, sharp jawline, the kind of presence that sucked the air out of a room
p onto the counter and called out, "Double esp
ppled throu
Pierce did
forward, his steel-gra
ou," Alexander murmured calmly
quite the ego,
longer, indistinct and intense
with a rich stranger. But surprisingly, two days later, I fou
I have
dn't
ight
erious state of confusion, just then my landlord knocked agai
ly, I had
room, I twirled Alexander Pierce's
ering this. Whatever "offer"
undred thou
in my lap. That was the amount
l h
f my hands had a mind of their own. Cause before I could talk mys
d on the f
'd call." His voice was a
u said you had an offer
me tomorrow. 9 AM.
eeling I was making a
well my instinc
oint, I had n
rely sleep
ch was in knots. Forty-two stories of glass and power, just then I got a quic
I felt my heart pounding very fast, my reflection staring back at me in the polished walls. I had dressed as best as I could, blue jeans, and a nice fitted blazer I'd found in a thrift store, knowing
rs slid open, Alexand
is eyes flickering over me in quiet
And you're cryptic.
eek, modern office behind
d, the machines keeping him alive, the b
rsonal. Floor-to-ceiling windows all showcased a beautiful breathtaking view of th
exander said, looki
n surprise