The Billionaire's Awakening (Unedited Version)

Chapter 7: The Past

"You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past." ― Chuck Palahniuk

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Xandrous' POV

"What about her, Xandrous?" she asked. I don't know how to explain it to her that it won't look like ditching Cassie completely because I know her existence, our friendship is inevitable. I'm trying to give her lesser attention because I realized Victoria is right.

I just realized I was prioritizing her more than anyone and it should be Vicky.

I stared at Vicky intently, her eyes were locked on mine, waiting impatiently. "I, I talk to her." My eyes scan her beautiful face and I could never get tired of staring at her all day. Her soft honey brown eyes, brown hair, and her cute upturned nose that would get so red after bawling her eyes out, they look like Rudolf and I love to always give a peck of a kiss. "She knows exactly that all I could give her is friendship and that I love you. And, I can't live ..." I look down on again, then back up to meet her eyes. ".. I can't live without you!" I smiled and I could feel my cheeks getting so hot after telling him what I really feel.

"Are you blushing, Mr. Mailov?" she teases, stifling the amusement but her eyes couldn't hide it.

I chuckled humorlessly, looking away. A few residents walking past us, shooting us with a curious stare and I just realized, we are still at her door. "We are getting an audience here," I said out of nowhere.

"Oh, yeah ... right!" she chuckled as she scans the hallway. "Come in," she steps aside to let me in, and she closes the door behind her.

We walk through the hallway. There's a closet on the right, a shared washroom, another double door. and then another door that could be a room. The design differs from my room next door.

Then led us to a spacious living room. The two adjacent glass windows encompasses the whole wall giving a good view of the busy Hanover square from the living room. The same open space in my living room, only the curtain was different. Mine is black, and it's a remote controlled one, to blocked the sunlight in case I want to watch in my living room. Theirs were a dark brown.

The kitchen is connected. There's a long island counter that separates it. It looks pretty neat and spacious. Very modern. Every color says who lives in it. The interior paint is beige and the furniture was cinnamon. At every corner of the room stood an indoor plant, and on every table, a centerpiece of different hue made with plastic.

My eyes darted to the couch where her friend was sitting comfortable with a cushion on her lap while holding a wine glass a quarter full.

Two couches adjacent to each other were the color of the wall and sitting on a baby pink furry carpet. Cushions were pink, and I almost grimaced. Of course, she loves pink.

That's all I know that she likes. I never even bother to learn what does she likes to do aside from shopping, partying with friends. I never bother to know what is her other hobbies, or what does she likes to eat.

"Frankie!" Vicky called her friend's attention. Frankie tear off her eyes of the screen and whipped her head to our direction and she suddenly stood up dropping the cushion on her feet, when her eyes darted to me.

"Oh, hi, Xandrous!" she smiled sheepishly. Then her eyes landed on the cushion on her feet. "Sorry," she grinned sheepishly and then grab the cushion and tossed it on the couch, behind her, still holding the wineglass by the stem.

"Hi, Frankie!" I gave her a warm smile.

"I'll leave you two. I'll just put this on the counter," then she turns on her heel towards the island counter. She places the basket in the middle.