I woke up as I heard my alarm ring furiously by my bedside. Ugh. What time even is- OH MY GOD. OH SHIT SHIT SHIT. I HAVE A MEETING TODAY. YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS. And yeah, it's totally my fault for snoozing my alarm three times in a row. I quickly push the covers back and run to my bathroom to take a quick shower and brush my teeth. After I'm done, I put on my plain white t-shirt that my housekeeper ironed last night and a black suit and rush out of my room. Last night had been a rough night. I blame the boys.
'Good morning Mr. Black' my housekeeper says with a smile. 'Good morning, Stella. I really have to get to work now so have you seen my workbag?' 'Here it is, sir' 'Thank you Stella' I said as I rush to my front door 'No problem. Would you like some breakfast before you leave, sir?' 'Oh, no thank you. I'll just grab some at St. Bernett's' I say while slipping my socks and shoes on 'Of course, sir. Have a good day' 'Thank you Stella' I took the car key and left. I pressed a button on my remote to unlock my car and got in. I drove to my go-to coffee shop called St. Bernett's to get some coffee and maybe a pastry before work. It took me about 5 minutes to get there by car. I got out of the car, workbag still in hand and rushed into the coffee shop. The bell on the door chimes as I open the door to St. Bernett's.
'Ah! Good morning Mr. Black! The usual?' 'Yes Paul, thank you' Paul, the owner. A married man with 3 children at about 54 years of age. No hair. Okay, maybe just a tiny bit. No beard. No mustache. Pale blue eyes signifying his age. English. We became pretty close friends ever since I came here every single day starting from 2 years ago when he first opened. He's pretty wealthy. Has more than 50 shops all across the world. I come here every single day before work usually or to have talks with my clients here sometimes.
'Christian Black?' I hear one of the barista call. I rushed to get my coffee and croissant. But I bumped pretty hard into this young girl. Maybe a few years younger than me? 'Fuck' I mutter under my breath. 'Oh no! I am so sorry!' the girl apologized.
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The Billionaire
RomanceA 6'2", dark brown hair and blue-eyed billionaire that is a good fucker and dirty talker? Yeah. I got you. Christian Black. The CEO of a company called Black that was founded by his great-grandfather. One day on a quick coffee run before work, he bu...
