My Billionaire Love

🌸 CHAPTER 17 🌸

^^ Their penthouse bedroom

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              ADRIAN'S POV:

Life

What is life. . .What plans does life have for us. . .What is going to happen next in our life. . .What is it going to give us.

No one knows. Look at me. Yesterday I had nothing. Love. Family. Happiness. Nothing. My biological parents never wanted me and always made me feel this. They carved it in my heart dug into my mind. And when I finally set free from them I crossed path with Andersons who thought I will be their perfect son and I did it. I worked hard. I became straight A student. Started business at the age of 22 and took over their family business spreading it all over the world. I made them proud. I did it but they failed to give me parental love.

Mrs. Anderson was there on my parents teachers meetings. On mother's day she was there to go to my school but she failed to hold me when I had nightmares. She failed to kiss me when I first lost my football match. She failed to introduce me to the real world

And my father Mr. Anderson he was there to teach me business but was not available to teach me football, to teach me how to ride a bicycle or bike. He was there to tell me my failures and hold me but was never there to pat my shoulder on my success. He didn't attend my sports day, and was not interested even now when I was selected as the number one businessman by Forbes.

But I am thankfull they gave me a lot. More than an abused boy could ask for. I love them and will always love them unconditionally. Afterall they gave me Ava

Ava....

She is light in my dark world, rain in my baren land, sun after a long storm, water for my wirthled flowers, a beautifull smell that could hit your soul with its purity, a voice which makes you forget the greatest of melodies. She is perfect with her imperfections. When I say imperfections I am right she is the worst singer ever and dance. Don't let me start it is like a penguin is dancing. But I love it when she does. That night when I reached home and saw her all dressed up and then what we did later that night it was out of this world.

She is the first person to tell me all the time that she loves me. She tells me all the time how important I am. Like yesterday when we were supposed to go on a date. Yes our date was delayed for a whole week. But this week couldn't get more beautiful.

I reached home early because today we have to reach restaurant on seven I have reserved seats in one of the best restaurants in this town. Yes I own a lot of them but I won't go there because I don't know what to say but just know that I prefer to go somewhere else.
"Ava are you ready"
I asked and she poked he head out of kitchen. She is far from ready. Her hair in a messy bun with few strands sticking out of it and on to her face. Some from the top of bun. Her face was covered with flour even some was in her hair. She was weaeing a 'best cook' apron and was in shorts. Her lond slender legs on display.
"Blondie why aren't you ready"

"First and foremost don't call me blondie. I have a name A. V. A"
She glared at me and spelled her name. Then she continued what she had secondly
"second I am not ready because it is still five we need to go on seven"

"So you should start to get ready now because getting ready will take time"
I reasoned her. I have heard a lot from Aaron that how much girls take time to get ready especially for special occasions.

"what do you think I take ten hours to get ready. No. I don't take. I can get ready in an hour. But you should start to get ready now because you take a whole hour to just take a both"
She sassed. What is with her today. She has been giving quick and sassy replys. She is being cranky since morning. I don't know what happened to her today.