The Billionaire's Proposal

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I felt a heavy arm draped around my waist and I jolted up alarmed. There was Adrian, next to me—laying really, really close. His steady breathing fanned my face and I groaned at my pounding headache. What happened last night? All I remember is coming back from the restaurant a little bit tipsy, drinking more, dancing with Adrian and the events after that were blurry. But one that stood out, and that I somewhat remember...

"Jane, I-I like you."

It was just a dream right? I was to drunk and I must have heard him wrong, right? All the thinking made my headache worsen. I let out a tired sigh as I run my hand over my temples. I decided to let Adrian rest as I get up and make my way to my bedroom. I grab the black skirt, and light brown top with small black decorations scattered over it. I adjust the water to my liking before turning the tap on. I strip out of my clothes and enter the bathtub. The lukewarm water cascades over my body relaxing ever tense muscle.

When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down
I was younger then, take me back to when I
Found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grown
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those country lanes

I scrub my hair and body as I try remembering what happened yesterday.

Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon that I did it right
But I was younger then, take me back to when
We found weekend jobs, when we got paid
We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grown
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those country lanes
Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's just barely getting by
But these people raised me and I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way, I still remember
This old country lanes
When we did not know the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill

I turn the tap water off before throwing a towel around my body and another around my wet locks. I walk towards the sink and quickly brush my teeth before heading towards my bedroom. There I get changed and quickly do my make up and hair. I decided to keep it simple and simply braid my brown locks into a side braid with a few strands sticking out. I smile approvingly at myself in the mirror before throwing on my black pumps and taking my already packed suitcase downstairs. I place it near the entrance before quietly making my way into the kitchen and starting on our breakfast. I take the carton of eggs and place them on the counter too near the stove, as I take out a few pieces of bacon. I look in the fridge for the rest of the ingredients. I crack an egg on the pan and grab the spatula. Once the two omelettes are cooked I place them on a clean plate. I make two for myself before frying the bacon and placing them next to the omelettes.