Chapter 3

Alexia's POV.

I couldn't help but laugh after Nathaniel left my apartment to freshen up. Nervous definitely looks good on him.

I told him I will bring some cookies over for him. I picked some cookies and put them in a tray, I made a mental note to collect my trays back from him. I went over to his apartment and knocked on the door.

"The door is opened." He called out.

I opened the door and walked in. His apartment was totally different from mine. The walls of the living room was painted with something similar to off white color...or maybe it is grey. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room. The living room looked expensive, the furnitures here looked like they would cost a fortune.

I looked around and spotted the biggest television I have ever seen.

How the fuck is a television this big?

The television is one hundred times bigger and better that the little shit I have in my living room. The living room was practically empty apart from all the expensive stuffs there. No pictures... no arts... nothing.

"Hey, let me take that." Nathaniel said appearing from no where. He has changed out of his suit and into a white tee shirt with a tight black shorts. The short was practically hugging his bum.

Yes, I was busy staring at his bum again.

He took the tray from me and headed for the kitchen. I wasn't sure whether to stay there in the living room or tag alone. I later followed him to the kitchen.

I let out an audible gasp at the sight of the kitchen. The kitchen is what I would call every woman's dream. It was fucking big and spacious and clean and it practically had all the kitchen appliances you could ever dream of. The cooker looked like one of those coolers that I saw while flipping through a magazine.

Shit is expensive as fuck.

"You want anything to drink?" He asked me.

"Umm...water is good." I said.

"How is your apartment so big?" I asked him. He poured me a glass of water and passed it over to me.

I wrapped my hands around the glass and held on to it.

"Is it big?" He asked and shoved one cookies in his mouth.

"Are you seriously asking me that? Have you seen my place? This place is fucking big." I exclaimed.

He shrugged lightly "I guess it is big then."

He guess?

"Who exactly are you Nathaniel?" I asked him.

I mean, not just anybody can afford this kind of luxury.

Maybe he is into drugs? Or human trafficking?

I shuddered at the thought and I had goosebumps immediately.

"I don't do drugs and I definitely don't sell human." He said and I staggered a little.

How does he know what I was thinking?

"Wh..what?"I stammered.

"Oh come on. I know that look well...you looked like you were ready to bolt." He said.

"Ohh... so you don't do drugs and you are not a trafficker. So? What do you do?" I asked him again.

"I am car dealer. I sell and design cars." He said.

"And?"

"And? That is all I do Alexia." He said.

"Ohh come on, how much could you possibly make from selling cars?" I asked.

"A lot more than you can ever imagine..." he paused and then he shoved another cookies in his mouth and took a gulp of whatever it was that was in his glass.

"And I own Carter Automobiles." He added nonchalantly.

I choked on my water and started coughing. He stood up immediately and started patting my back.

"Calm down and breath. Please don't die on me." He joked.

My face turned red in embarrassment. I just had to choke on my water in front of him.

"You good now?" He asked and I nodded in reply.

"Good. For a minute there I thought you were going to choke to death." He joked.

I rolled my eyes "You don't just say things like that without a warning."

"What was I supposed to say? Hey Alexia, brace yourself I am about to tell you something... it doesn't make any sense to me." He said sarcastically.

Okay, maybe he is right.

"How did I not recognize you? Your face is all over the magazines and..." I trailed off.

Carter Automobiles is a well know car dealer in New York City. His designs are always top notch and well too expensive for people like myself to purchase. The last car he designed was a bomb. The media went crazy over it and well let us just say he and his car design was the hot topic in the whole of New York for like a month.

His face was everywhere then, every tv station wanted an interview with him and well the ladies went crazy over him, it didn't help that he is extremely hot and handsome and filthy rich.

He is a motherfucking billionaire and one of the most eligible bachelor in New York.

"I wondered the same thing too... I thought it was some reporter knocking on my door last night but then I opened the door and well you were there..."

"... and you thought I was some cookies seller." I interrupted.

He smiled sheepishly "Sorry about that but what was I supposed to think. You were holding two trays full of cookies so I just thought..." he trailed off

"Yeah, I get it. So you are a billionaire huh?"

"Am I supposed to answer that?" He asked.

"Fair enough. Why are you staying here? I mean are you not supposed to be living in some mansion or penthouse or? You get what I am trying to say." I asked him.

He shrugged again "I jut decided to take a break from that house of mine. It is always silent and well lonely." He said.

"Don't you have friends? Neighbors?" I asked.

"I do have friends but they have got better things to do than to entertain they lonely friend and well my neighbors are stuck up billionaires. We only talk to each other when they want to throw party and vice versa." He said.

"Ouch, that sucks. What about your family? Don't you have younger ones or well elder sister and brother?" I asked.

"I do have a little sister. She is just sixteen and my she stays with my parent in Paris." He said.

"Then why are you here and not with your family?" I asked him.

He opened his mouth to answer me and then he shut it again and sent me an accusing look.

"What is going on here? Are you a reporter or something?" He asked.

"No, I am not. I am a writer." I said and he shot me a look that clearly read 'what is the difference?'

"Not like that, I don't write for magazines and newspapers or anything. I write novels, fictions, romance novels." I added.

He seemed to relax a bit at that and he smiled hesitantly.

"So? What about you? Any boyfriend?" He asked.

I blushed and shook my head "No."

"Really?" He asked. He actually looked surprised at my answer.

"Yeah." I answered.

I have never had a boyfriend before. Not that I haven't been asked out, a lot of boys have actually asked me out on a date but I always turn them down because I couldn't imagine going on a date with someone else knowing fully well that I am in love with someone else, Liam.

Speaking of Liam, I made a mental note to call him before going to bed.

"I know that look... are you in love with someone else?" He asked.

Hell, am I that obvious?

"How do you know that?" I asked him.

"Simple, you went starry-eyed for a minute there." He said.

"Ohh.." I breathed.

"Well, who is he?" He asked.

"My best friend, Liam." I said and I could feel a blush starting to rise.

"Wait a second. You are in love with your best friend?" He asked and I nodded in reply.

"And let me guess, he doesn't know about your feelings for him." He stated and I nodded again.

"Why don't you just tell him?" He asked.

"It is not that easy...he doesn't feel the same way about me, he sees me as a friend and a sister and besides... I think he has a girlfriend now." I said.

"That sucks." He said and the apartment went silent for like five minutes.

I stood up and was ready to take my leave when he spoke up again.

"I could help you win him over." He said.

"Sorry what?" I asked.

"I can help you win your best friend over that is if you want me to." He said.

"How will you do that?" I asked him.

"You just rest your pretty little head and leave it all to me." He said.

"I didn't agree to anything." I said.

He laughed "But you will, I know you will." He said.

I kept quiet at that because he was right. At this rate I will do anything to win Liam's love.

Anything.

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