THE BILLIONAIRE DRAMA (BWWM)

Chapter 2 (Part 1)

I woke up the next day feeling like while I was sleeping someone turned me upside down and drained all my energy just like an hour glass. I felt so lazy.

I practically dragged myself out of bed and to the bathroom. I showered, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. I hardly felt any better.

I got dressed to meet Flo at BK as planned. All I needed to get my energy back was a cup or two of coffee.

I walked the 20 minutes to the main road and took a taxi to BK. As usual, she was there before me and had already ordered our food.

"What's up, girl?" I said as I took a seat across from her. I took a sip of my coffee and a bite of my Burger.

"I lost Dimitri," she said, brokenheartedly. "No one knows where he's staying."

"Can you not talk about Dimitri for a second?" I smiled.

"No. His name is carved into my cranium. I just can't find out where he's staying."

That reminded me about yesterday. "Oh, remember that house next door to mine? The one that I like?" I asked her.

"Yea. What about it?" She asked.

"That's where he's staying," I said. "I saw him yesterday. He came over to say hi."

If only you could see her face! "You're kidding," she said.

"Nope," I said. She began texting rapidly on her phone.

About five minutes later she said, "how could you not tell me before? You should have told me the minute you saw him. Oh my God! Oh my God!" She got up and started pacing.

I got a bit worried. She was pacing back and forth and mumbling to herself and people were beginning to stare.

"I don't know her," I said to a teenage girl in a Merlene Ottey High uniform who was giving me the 'WTH' look.

Luckily she sat back down. "I'm fine," she said before I asked anything. We resumed eating.

"Why are you so obsessed with him anyways?" I asked her.

"Well, for starters, he's a millionaire. He owns a mansion in Argentina and a few in the states. He owns about 3 Lamborghinis, about 2 Ferraris, and all the other cars I don't know about yet. He owns like two private jets. He owns about 7 restaurants, about 10 clothes stores that I doubt he ever visits, and not to mention he has his own clothes line. He is L-O-A-D-E-D!"

That was the thing about Flo. She was always only into money and material things. "So what if he's rich?" I said. "Money isn't everything."

"Not to you it isn't," she said. "But to me, I don't care who you are so long as you can give me lots of money. His handsome face and sexy body are just bonuses."

I gave her a disbelieving look. " You're sick, you know that?" I said. "You should be with someone because of love, not because of what he can give you."

"I forgot who I was talking to," she said. "Miss Perfect."

"Whatever," I said.

I finished my cup of coffee and went to get a refill. When I returned, my seat was taken by Richie, a boy Flo talked to when she felt like it, i.e., when she wanted something. I sat on the seat behind them and watched as I sipped my coffee.

"But, babe, the sale ends on Friday," she was saying, while using her fingers to play with his ear. "I need it now."

Richie reached into his pocket and pulled out some thousand dollar bills. He counted out about thirty of them and handed them to her, then put the rest back into his pocket.

She counted them then stuffed them into her purse. "Bye babe," she said, kissing his cheek. "Viv wants her seat so see you later." Richie then left.

"Men!" Flo grunted as I returned to my seat.

I didn't bother to ask any questions. I just finished my meal and we said our goodbyes.

The coffee had gotten rid of most of my weak feeling and there was nothing like some music and dancing to get rid of the rest of it. So when I got home I shifted the furniture in the living room to make space for a dance floor. I dressed in black leggings, a black mirina and black six inches heels. I turned on the music player and played 'dance for you' by Beyonce.

I went through the adjoining door to the kitchen then returned and imitated what Beyonce did in the music video, adding my own moves every now and then.

I sat on the small table on which I used to keep a vase (which I accidentally broke about a week ago) and waited for the words to start.

I'm a really good dancer. I could outdance anyone, I've been told.

I just wanna... show you how much I appreciate you...

I imitated every move exactly as it is.

...And I just wanna say thank you in case I don't thank you you enough...

My favourite line. Instead of Beyonce's moves I added a few of my own since there wasn't an actual man that I was dancing for.

The song ended as I was dancing infront of my fan.

Exhausted, I dropped myself onto the sofa.

Then I heard someone clapping. I looked towards the doorway and saw Dimitri leaning against the door frame, clapping.

Instinctively, I jumped up from the sofa. What was he doing inside my house, uninvited?

"Don't look so shocked, Ms. Monroe," he said calmly. "The door was open so I followed the music."

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