The Billionaire's Little Princess

yet unassuming. His tailored suit fit him impeccably, and a fa

What were the chances

hing more. She would focus on her business rather than on a man who is clearly out of her league: not just for his appearance, but fo

ched briefly but only to return almost immediately. She whispered to Isabella t

etly toward him, puzzled. Then she noticed how the owner of Frisher's, Tomland, treated the m

gently. "Looks like you have a fan alr

lexander, is Patricia not serving you well to

moothly. "I just want to change my taste

a smile before hurry

ia... Mr. Kingsley wants to see yo

thrill bubbled within her at the thought of getting to know h

e so clearly important would ask for her specifi

eath, she approached

she said politely. "M

ers, calm and penetrat

to try something new tonight. Perh

e guessed he could have figured that out

ecial is the Citrus Sage cocktail - a blend of fresh cit

htfully. "That

rder, he spoke again, hi

. There's something I don't quite unders

slightly, and she looked a

ward. It's just... rare to meet someone who

hard and turne

ything else

d. "For now, jus

slightly, caught between

.." she remin

n't worry about that. I'll make

spered a few words, then handed Tomland some cash. This was not a bribe to win favour or purchase comp

they're the ones who make working here worthwhile," he said. "Treat him well, and remember

rich too. Expectations cooled. Men like Alexander could buy anything, including people's affections. Better to expect nothing, she t

it with him. The conversation that followed revealed a side of Alexander she hadn't expected:

rflies in her belly, but pushed it away. Sh

all her that. The word princess struck a deep chord; it was what her father had

he served him to take some time away from him. She flickered around with a few glass cups and other things she could find,

billionaire who could have all the girls and attention in the world is trying to

heart, mind and world? Whatever it is, she doesn't want to think about it too much. Things and love stories like this are only possible in fairy tales and not in real life. D

er, Tomland appeared again, wh

sley would like some time with you. And, he woul

der with his cocktail, and this time, she's worn the resolution that

oked up at her with a calm intensity

I look forward to gett

nge surrounded them, Isabella felt as though she was in a world apart: a stra

from someone described as a billionaire-soft-spoken, attentive, and genuinely interested in her thoughts. She found herself relaxing, exchanging small talk about the bar, th

. "You're handling this like a pro," she whispered durin

wanted was to be seen as unprofessional. Yet, the butterflies

ed forward slightly. "May I b

, heart skippi

silience, your spirit-that stands ou

ond. Compliments like these were rare in her world

nyone. But something about you feels... rare. Grounded. Like you've

ow how to res

ved a small business card. Simple. Elegant. Matte black, wi

to her acro

to continue this... not at work. Somewhere q

er eyes caught on the letters again. This man was the

e echoed. "Tha

ht," he said, standing slowly. "My driver will

smiled once more-softly this time-and said, "Lo

ay, his departure as smooth

d with her mind running at full speed. It was surreal. The man had requested he

ing a drink she hadn't poured, replayi

pened?" she wh

appear at her side, grinni

ve never met him before. That man doesn't look at people like that. Ever. Unless..

still dazed. "I promise you, I hav

ff buzzing," Patricia said, nudging her. "If yo

abella muttered wit

erence. "Listen," he said, voice low. "Whatever that was... it made me more money tonigh

ead, she simply nodded and returned to the floor, tryin

hing had

ress of the interview, the long commute, and the unexpected encounter with Alexander Kin

Alexander was a whirlwind of emotions: hope, skepticism, curiosity. She wasn't sure what the

lights casting a soft glow on the pavement. The distant hum of traffic blended with occasional lau

anything she lacked, but simply because the pay they offered wasn't enough to cover her daily expenses. Frisher's Lounge and Bar was farther from her small apartment, but the

the encouraging parts of the day: the unexpected encounter with the rich-smelling man, his genuine interest in her, the way he'd called her "princess" in a tone so soft it tugg

eat near the window. The worn cushions were a comfort, and the steady motion of the bus lulled her

ons" emblazoned on it had momentarily stunned her. The possibility that she had spent the evening talking with one of the world's most powerful

The streets here were quieter, lined with modest homes and flickering porch lights. She walked the fami

or creaked open and a familiar voic

ged from the stairwell, a playful grin on her face

lm to Isabella's weary spir

sabella took a deep breath, then began to recount the day's rollercoaster: her disappointing interview at Anne's, t

iosity. "Wait, you actually served a bill

e's nothing like what I imagined, he's soft-spoken, respectful, even kind. B

"You're stronger than you think, Isa. And you have every righ

tter start waking me up on time. Remember, I al

, I'm sorry! But you're the best student I kno

ing away in the warmth of their friendship. "

!" Ava teased, pla

ackdrop to their conversation. Isabella felt a flicker of hope-uncertain, caut

maybe, she was r