The billionaire who stole my heart

Raleigh pov“Congratulations!” Mo screamed, confetti rained in the air as I stepped into our apartment minutes past five pm on the day that should have been the best day of my life but turned out to be a complete shit show. All thanks to Mikel Summers. She must have registered the look on my face because her smile immediately died off. “Oh no, you didn’t get it. You know what, fuck that job, fuck Mr. Dunner, how could they not see how hard you’ve worked. You should totally sue them. That’d teach them to be unjust assholes.” She growled.I laughed at her fearsome expression. She really was my biggest champion. “Whoa, whoa, put your brakes on. Yes, I didn’t get the promotion, but it has nothing to do with justice.” “You had better not be about to defend whatever made them pass you by.” “I’m not.Can you just let me talk?” I asked in exasperation. “Well, we’re not letting my effort go to waste, that’s for sure.” She said, “Let’s gorge on chocolate cake while you tell me.” “Have I told yo

I stormed into the house.How coud that pathetic jerk disrespect me in such a manner?Who does he think he is? Well, he is the co-founder of Sprockers but he had absolutely no right whatsoever to demean me in that manner.I should have given him a slap on the face,or better still, spilled coffee on his shirt! That would have taught him a great lesson.“Calm down babe.”Mo said.“I should have said something terrible that would pierce his heart of stone.”At that moment, the clever things that I would have said that would probably hit him hard badged into my head.“Mason never told me this was what you'd encounter. I'm really sorry.”“No, it's totally not his fault.It's the asshole’s”.“It's his fault.Why didn't he give this Logan of a guy heads-up that you'd be there?”She meant it now.She was in no way feigning concern. I hoped she wouldn't lash out at him.“He wasn't present. Look, I'm done with talking about that fool.How do I go about the project now?I think I'd have to let g

Raleigh pocIt was dawn already. I stressed my arms and cracked my knuckles. No, no, no, I'll never try this shit, ever (passing the night in the sitting room;on the ground!). I quickly got up and headed to the kitchen only to see Mason in his boxer shorts. My mouth gaped open. I had seen the forbidden, but to be honest, this dude was damn cute. His muscles were well built, the six packs was…I'll prefer to say no more. Unlike some guys which only have undigested pancakes hanging in there. I had better control myself cause this was someone's man, why the crush?I was quickly snapped of the thought when he gazed at me, then looked back. He was frying pancakes on one side and brewing coffee on the other.“ Good morning,” He said. “ I trust you had a great night. I suppose that question must have been posed to Mo, why me? Anyways, I nodded slightly, forcing a smile on my face. “ What are you preparing?” I asked even when I knew, perhaps I asked to not just look weird.“ Pancakes and cof

Raleigh povHe is one of a kind.“That jerk will get a piece of my mind!” I mumbled, puffing.“Did you say something?”“No,no.” I said, snapping out of my thoughts.“Please forget everything that happened. Act like nothing ever occurred.” He said, with a face filled with disappointment. I nodded in response.“Hey Mr. Dunner,” I called.“Yes Leigh.”“You're every woman's dream, one in a million, please don't feel inferior for not accepting your love. As much as I don't feel anything for you, you'll meet “the one” soon. Sooner than you think.”“Yeah, I get it. That isn't a problem.” He said, forcing a smile onto his face. I knew then that I had failed him for not feeling the same way, but…I couldn't help.“Should I tell you something?”“Of course.” “ You're the best boss ever, and the woman who will later end up with you will be the luckiest woman. “I said. I knew everything I said wasn't helping in any way but I needed to spill it all out, because truly, he is the best boss ever.“Thank

The night I waited for. It was cold. All were dressed in tuxedos, leaving the ladies in strapless dinner gowns.I silently cursed the decorator. You want to know why? The design was too luxurious and extravagant for my liking. See me talking like it was my party. Behave Leigh!, I cautioned myself.There were disco balls hanging and the DJ rocking different beats which I found inappropriate at the peak. Deep down, I knew it would have been Mason’s idea cause he was a party animal. From nowhere, I pitied the grumpy Logan Hunt,the big cheese of California. Perhaps he hated the decor as well.I only predicted that because of his cold character. Maybe he liked it.Then I sited Mo and Mason, vibing to the beats the DJ made. I deeply sighed at their foolishness. Then I saw them approaching me with a drink in their hands.“See who we have here Mo!” Mason said, still moving his body to the beats.“Yes. You're rocking this dress baby girl.” Mo said and shot me a grin.It was a red short straples