STRIKING A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

“We will expect the table and chairs by Monday next week, but the clean-up crew will be here tomorrow so we can set up the mixer at the back when they are done. Hopefully, we will be done with fixing up this place before the opening.” Her best friend Jennifer said as she strikes things off the to-do-list. Propping her hands on her hips, she rolled her head between her shoulders to ease the tension.“Hmm… good. Don’t forget to send me the invoice.” Emily replied.Jennifer nodded, satisfied with the progress they were making. She looked at Emily and smiled. “I can’t believe your dad relented about you joining the family business and even gave you a shop.”“I know, right!” Emily said with a wide grin as she paced back and forth. Emily couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. Especially when her father expected her to join the family hotel business after finishing her degree in business management. But she had always harbored a dream of opening her own bakery with Jennifer. Thi

“Ryan! What the hell are you doing?” Emily screamed, taking a step back.Ryan jumped off the bed, sweat glistening off his skin as he stared at her. The lady in bed with him covered her face.“What are you doing here? I told you to inform me whenever you are coming over to my place,” Ryan said, breathing hard.“Is that what you are concerned about, and who is the whore you are with?” She walked up to the bed and ripped the blanket off, and her eyes widened in shock. “Kayla…”Ryan ran his hand through his hair. The fact he was avoiding her gaze made it harder to deny what she was witnessing.“I wanted to tell you, Emily,” he said“How long has this been going on?” Emily asked.“We have been dating close to a year.” Ryan said.“Is a joke right?” She let out a humorless laugh. "I mean, none of this is real." “You weren’t meant to be here.” Kayla said. Drawing herself up to full height and thrusting her chin.“You have always been full of shit,” she said glaring at Kayla.“You are overre

Emily bites her lips. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. She stared at the big rock on her finger, still in disbelief that she married this man seated beside her in the car, a week ago. The car stopped at the venue. “It’s time to let the world know you are married to me,” Logan said, stepping out of the car. He offered his hand to her. She hesitated before taking his hand, knowing if she did this, there was no backing out.“Smile. You don’t want people to think I forced you against your will,” he whispered as they stood on the red carpet. The flash light went off as the paparazzi took pictures of them.“How can I, when this dress is killing me.” She sighed with a pinched expression.“Nobody can wear this dress better than you,” Logan whispered into her ear.Emily's muscles tensed. She opened her mouth to say something nasty to him but thought better of it.They were announced and directed to where Emily’s family was all seated with the Miller’s. Emily walked up t

11 years ago at  Mason high school cafeteria. “Has anyone asked you out for prom?” Emily asked Jennifer. “Not yet… there is no need for you to worry about that. I know Noah would ask you out." “What do you mean? We are just friends.” Emily leaned over and whispered, “Besides, I want Jason.” “Jason? The one every girl in school is swooning over,” Jennifer raised her eyebrow. “Yes.” “You are joking, rig

Once Emily stepped into the living room of Logan's mansion, she began removing the earrings Logan had given her for the night, a fierce scowl of determination etched on her face. She handed it to him. As it was the first thing she could think of. “What is this?” Logan asked through clenched teeth, an annoyed expression briefly crossed his face.  “I think they have served their purpose for tonight. You have made a statement with your wealth.” “What are you trying to prove Emily” Logan said, in a dangerous voice.