"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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"No. Way" my eyes levitate towards the cobalt blue car in front of me. "It's so pretty"
Felix comes up behind me, humming as his fingers brush over the hood of the car. "It is. Maybe I should get one of these" I turn to him and raise a brow. "Look, I know whatever job you do has good pay. No need to show it off"
He laughs "I'm not showing off. I just feel like it would be a nice addition to my ever-growing collection" I scoff, turning away from the car. "And how big is your collection?"
He scratches his head, looking around at the neon lights of the place, cars parked everywhere. "Last time I checked, there were about twelve cars"
My eyebrows shoot up "And how much do you earn in a year? "Probably over 800k, sometimes more"
I whistle, leaning against the spray-painted wall. "And the others?" He shrugs. "Same as me. Except for Zane cuz, you know, he's our boss"
I whistle again and whisper "sugar daddy." At first I think no one heard it, but then I look at Bianca, whose eyebrows have almost reached her hairline. "Never knew you were into those things"
The coolest girl I've ever met wears a brown leather jacket with tight black jeans. Felix has a plain white T-shirt and black denim jeans. Everyone present here is dressed like they're in a cult, so I guess I don't stick out like a sore thumb.
I shrug. "I wasn't. Not until I heard about ya'll's pays"
She laughs. We take a walk around. There are so many couples and so many guys that look like they've walked out of a zombie apocalypse movie. Tough, tattoos everywhere, gold and silver chains. It's intimidating.
"Why didn't Zane come?" Bianca takes a seat on the bench. I sit next to her. "He's a fifty-five-year-old businessman in a twenty-four-year-old's body" Felix jokes.
"Zane is twenty-four?" I raise my eyebrows. Bianca looks at me sceptically. "Why? You thought he was eighteen?"
I shake my head. Why am I surprised? How much older did I expect him to be? I think I expected him to be a bit younger. Like, twenty-two or something. I guess three years isn't that bad.
Why the hell am I calculating our age difference?
Felix's phone rings, and he picks it up, leaning on my head like I'm a table. He's...tall. Like, 6'0. Way taller than my 5'5 height.
How tall is Zane? I reckon he's probably taller than Felix. 6'3? Is that too tall? I mean, I do have to crane my head to look him in the eyes. But usually, it's fun to get picked up by him.
Felix's face turns pale as he speaks to the person on the phone. I see a distant look growing in his eyes.
"How is he? Where the fuck are y'all? How bad is it?" He hyperventilates, running a hand down his face.
