Mr Bad Boy is a Billionaire ✔

Six

A British man and empty classrooms

Friday.

Normally I didn't dread it. Normally I woke up and thought "Thank fûck" but this Friday I was not pleased to wake up.

No, this Friday, I woke up and thought maybe I could fake an illness.

Although, I hardly think Lukas Paxton would care if I were ill. He'd probably still drag me out to his party.

I wanted to stay in bed all day but alas, I still had class. My body was worn from the events of last night and I hadn't even bothered to text my mother that I arrived home.

I was still mad at her. Dragging myself out of bed, I looked over at Eloise's bed and realised she'd be at her early class. She tutored students in younger grades.

Which meant she gave them her homework because she was an A+ student and she was too lazy to actually tutor them.

Part of me was scared about tonight, the other part curious. One side of me was interested to meet the man that raised Lukas, the other side wanted to run for the hills.

Sadly, I had made a deal and Avery Jenkins never backs out of a deal.
I got ready for class, brushing back my hair and only placing a bandana on my head. I didn't want to damage my hair before tonight.

I dressed in shorts, a shirt that said 'You read my shirt, that's enough social interaction for today' and black boots.

I grabbed my bag and keys, stepping out into the hallway. I locked the door behind me before walking down the stairs and into the bright sunlight.
I had to shield my eyes as I walked towards the coffee place.

If I didn't get my daily dose of coffee, people were going to die. My long legs made it to the coffee house fast, for which I was thankful.

The door tinkled as I walked in, glancing around briefly before lining up. I ruffled through my bag for my purse. "A pretty girl shouldn't be paying for her own drink" a voice said from behind me.

The voice sounded like British chocolate and I turned my head to look at the man it belonged to. "Good thing I'm not pretty" I replied before I could stop myself.

His lips turned up into a smirk. "I highly doubt that, love" he replied.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I studied him. Black hair fell in his eyes gracefully as his brown eyes locked into mine. "Collin" he said holding his hand out.

I shook it. "Avery" I replied.

He smiled, two dimples appearing suddenly. "I'm new, from London" he said, glancing around before looking at me again.

"Welcome to hell" I replied.

He smiled again. "That's the most beautiful welcome I have ever received" he replied sarcastically.

This man talked sarcasm. I liked him already. "Well I'm afraid that's the only welcome you're going to get" I said, as my spot in the line moved closer to the counter.
"Quite possibly" he replied.

"What would you like?" the Barista asked.

"Latte please, one sugar" I said.
"And a espresso for me please" Collin spoke up.

The woman at the counter raised her eyebrows as I shot Collin a confused look. He handed over a black card. "Told you, a pretty girl should never pay for her own drink" he said, looking at me.