My High School Billionaire (Sequel to TMDG)

Chapter 30

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I flip my phone so that the blaring alarm would go off. Its exactly six in the morning and my body is in no mood to settle for only a four hour sleep. It demands more, but I have a job to do. Why is it so hard being a secretary? I had never expected it to be.

With an almost non-existent excitement of looking forward to what the day has to offer, I set my feet down on the cold tiled floor and rub my eyes. It was so hard to sleep with this wig on. I hadn't dared to pull it off because who knows when he'd turn up to ensure that I am not stealing any of his things. I wonder how long is it before everything goes back to normal. Me getting up to my tea being made by Mrs. Dudley, Dad ringing me up every night for an update on the day, Robert calling me first thing in the morning to inform what we have on the agenda, and Zack -

Oh well, just me being by myself, enjoying my own company.

I rub my eyes, straighten my pencil skirt and my shirt in a failed attempt to neaten the creases. Seems like I'll have to do a quick trip to the hotel again. I walk out of here, get a taxi, go to the hotel, get dressed and then be at the office. I debate on whether or not I'll be able to do all of this in an hour and finally decide I can.

Because I have to, I don't have much choices.

I walk into the bathroom to wash my face but then realize it would mean taking off all of these fake nose, fake glasses things and if Nathan walks in on that, it isn't going to be worth it. So I only splash some water on my eyes to drive away the sleep and put the glasses back on. When I am sure that I look better than what I'm feeling, I pick up my bag and walk out of the room. I decide to tell Nathan about my plans or else he's going to be mad, wouldn't he?

So I walk into the room that's exactly on the opposite end of the passage and knock on it twice. He doesn't answer so I call out his name and knock again. No answer again. Maybe he's in the bath. So I decide to go with the next best option, drop him a message. I keep my bag down and start typing a quick message on my phone. I'm only just halfway there when I hear a loud noise of glass shattering on the other side of the door.

Oh God! What was that?

"Nathan!" I bang on his door and before I realize what I'm doing, I've already flung into his room to the sight of his half naked body lying across the white square bed. The bed's so huge, in spite of him being like 6 feet tall, the bed looks too big for him. His body his covered up to his waist with the duvet and his back is on full view, making my eyes pop out at the sight of his perfectly sculpted back. I've seen a ton of drool-worthy abs but never such a drool-worthy sight of someone's back! He's lying with his eyes shut and taking loud deep breaths. Relief runs through me as I see him deep in sleep, untouched, and I let out a audible breath.

But what was that noise?

I look sideways at his bedside table and spot a picture frame lying on the ground, shattered to pieces. Maybe he just hit it with his hand in his sleep. I quietly tip toe across the room to see what does he value so much to position it beside his bed. I never knew he was the kind of guy who'd have a picture frame on his side table. I crouch on the floor and before picking up the frame, I make sure he's still asleep. He is. His face has the slightest hint of a smile, like he's enjoying some dream. A small curl of his hair falls on his forehead, adding to his angelic beauty. The way his soft face glows would make every girl fall for him with all her heart.

But if only this man had a heart.

The unpleasant memories flood back and fury runs through me. Who knew this innocent child like face had such a devil resting behind it? I ignore the urge to punch him in his face and choke him with that soft cushion, and slowly turn around the picture frame. At first, I can't really see anything because of the millions of cracks that had got on its face. After narrowing my eyes, my mind registers what it is and I almost drop it again.