The Billionaire's torment

The Petals Of Euphoria

"The second unit in your restaurant sir. I would like to see it"

And I so hope you are not a creepy guy.

While camera lights flashed in every corner, not a hint of hesitation appeared on his mesmerizing face unaffected by the copious lights as the men clicked away.

"Noted. Monday afternoon"

With that, he headed to the paparazzi waiting to pounce on him.

Afterward, I was allowed to return home to complete the reports and had a day off the following Sunday.

The following day, I worked on sorting out Mr. Lorenzo's schedules and appointments till midday as I had an adventure with Aimée.
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After removing the stools and unlocking the door, Aimée stormed in leaving a trail of vanilla scent and threw herself on the couch as she removed her mask.

Her lips were drawn downwards as she narrowed her crystal blue eyes at me

" Irene, what was that?"

"What do you mean?" my eyes widened as I slowly blinked at her

Aimée wore a strikingly bright red lipstick contrasting to her fair complexion, with her golden curly hair tied in a half ponytail.

Her pear figure was adorned by a debonair peach-colored dress with strawberry prints and a coal-colored jacket tied around her waist, paired with a pair of red heels which had ruby ribbons for straps.

"You look fabulous" I eyed her approvingly

In response, she took a few steps back and clutched her tote bag

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that but THANKS. And I'm still mad at you" she threw shifting glances around the room as her nostrils flared

As I got ready, she ambled around the house and halted in front of the doorframe which semi-blocked by the stools.

" You still won't tell me about the stool, will you? "

A sense of melancholy hit me

"Maybe later. Let's have some positivity today"

I studied myself in the mirror as I completed my makeup; brushed out arched eyebrows, brown cat eyeliner, a little concealer, pink blush and coral lips paired framed by my brown curls.
I wore a white sundress and matching white sneakers as we planned to have a picnic.

Aimée peered at me up with her pouty face
" If I wasn't mad at you, I would have told you that you look like une angel, hmmph"

"Thank you bumblebee. You are adorable"
I grinned at her as I had just pointed out her nickname her grandmother gave her and she squinted her eyes at me with a ghost of a smile.

Her implacable composure is slowly melting away

I grabbed my bag and we headed to the bus stop to go to the park found in the neighboring city.
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As we got down, I gulped in the fresh scent of yeast from the bakery which floated in my nostrils, transporting me to my childhood.

We entered the park and headed towards our spot as I felt sunlight cascade on me as if stretching out to hug me with golden arms while a gentle breeze played with my hair.

Damp grass squished under my shoes as Aimée spoke

"I'm mad at you I'll ll let you know that my insta post about your puppets blew up. I usually get 300 likes per post and your dolls got 500likes." she said adamantly

"That's great bumblebee, thank you for the help'' I beamed and she rotated her head dramatically and walked ahead of me.

We passed by couples and families who were seated underneath the foliage succumbing to the sunlight.