The Billionaire's Temporary Wife {*Completed*}

Chapter 5: Zoey

Chapter 5: Zoey

I took in a very, very deep breath of cold New York air as I tried to wrap the coat around my body and my mind around what had happened not even half an hour back. I felt rejuvenated as I felt the biting air reach my lungs, bringing me out of the daze I was in.

Seventy thousand dollars.

Just your average amount which you carry around in your pocket, right?

Holy hell.

On me. Well, on a date with me.

Holy hell times two.

I shuddered as the wind suddenly picked up, whipping my face, making tendrils of my styled hair fly. Veronica has spent almost two hours trying to tame my hair. I zoned back to what she was saying to me.

"...god!" Ronnie practically shouted in my ear as we walked side by side back to our apartment. She, like me, was stunned at the amount that guy just spent on me for a date. Not that I was comparing, but the person who won a date with her had spent close to ten thousand. He had bid on a date with her for the last couple of years as well, and according to Ronnie, he was a really funny guy.

"He..." Ronnie began but had to pause as she dodged a guy walking our way, "I was able to catch a glimpse of the guy. He had dark hair and believe me when I say, girl, he had a Greek-god face. Who was the sexiest of the Greeks? Adonis? Hercules? I don't remember. Muscular yet somehow...lean? He was wearing a grey suit. His name was Kimball."

How Ronnie managed to assess all of that in just a 'glimpse' was beyond my comprehension. I opened my mouth to tease her about this very fact when a voice behind me stopped me from doing so.

"Ms. Dunhill!"

Now, I have heard how people go on about some voices, like how they give you a calm feeling, a wonderful feeling and all that. I have read that in books as well. A feeling of calmness was something I was expecting, not fire. Everywhere on my skin. My heartbeat picked up, and I was unsure what for. I knew I had stopped when Ronnie slightly bumped into me. I turned around on the heels of my foot and my eyes widened.

It was him.

Mr. Kimball.

"Hi?" I said meekly, as he reached me, jogging the last few feet between himself and me, another guy following at the same pace beside him. I tried not to look at the rippling of Mr. Kimball's muscles from the simple movement. Beside me, Ronnie swooned, making me elbow her in the ribs feeling self-conscious. I nervously tucked in my hair behind my ear.

"Hot guy, incoming, 12 o clock." She muttered, making me roll my eyes at her comment. Instead of coming straight for me, as I had expected since he had called my name before, I watched Mr. Kimball take a slight detour to the side to pluck a small white wildflower from a flowerpot.

I idly wondered what he was doing, feeling slightly bad that a flower was plucked. I wished he would make good use of it and just not throw it like other people after taking a snap or two. Those kinds of people were the worst.

But my question was quite hurriedly answered when he got down on one knee and offered that flower to me. The guy beside him stilled and then hurriedly looked around as some people walked around us, giving us space. Some stopped to watch, taking out their phone to record.

Wait.

Hold up.

"It's Zoey Dunhill...right?" He asked Ronnie, who I saw with a quick glance, was standing beside me with her jaw on the floor. She nodded mutely, as if in a trance, trying to understand like me, what was happening.