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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
I adjust my neat high ponytail, few strands of my brown hair cascading elegantly around my face.
Applying some cherry glossy lip balm, I dabbed my lips together.
I'm getting ready for the morning run.
Mornings were never my thing until I caught sight of Mr iceberg, faithfully jogging through the woods every 5 o'clock.
That too without a damn shirt on.
Yess, freaking shirtless in the cold early morning but then again, he's Antarctica himself, I doubt that he even feels cold.
Now, I'm not saying I tag along daily just to admire his model-like physique with those chiseled abs and sculpted muscles.
Nope, not at all, it's only for keeping my hourglass figure in check, you know as I'm a foodie and all that so it's a girl struggle.
Sure he's hot and ridiculously handsome but do I care?
Duh, of course not. I prefer happy-go-lucky guys who are like me you know, not some ice statue who barely shows any emotions.
Yet your heartbeats go crazy whenever you are in his vicinity.
Shut up.
My subconscious and I really don't get along.
I'm wearing a simple crop black top paired with matching pants, which I brought three days ago with Mr. Billionaire not-so-𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐬' cash.
[ stingy ]
Honestly, I didn't really intend to spend his money since I had my own cash, but he insisted so much— okay not so much but he still he insisted, So I gave in.
But I purposely brought a lot of stuffs than necessary, just to get under his skin and get back at him for all those times he acted all high and mighty towards me.
It's been exactly ten days living under the same roof with him and surprisingly, these 10 days have been the most amazing days of my life.
I feel so lively, so myself here.
Back in my house all I encountered were cold shoulders, icy glares and rigid figures, who imposed their strict rules upon me.
As I'm a mafia princess, every aspect of my existence was dictated, from the way I carried myself to the way I spoke, even the way I eat.
While I absolutely hate Mr. Malik for being such an Antarctica, giving me cold stares, and acting like an absolute Asshole, there's something about him.
Despite his ice statue nature, I strangely feel a sense of warmth around him, and, most importantly, I can't explain why I feel so comfortable being myself in his presence.
