A Billionaire's Heartbreak

A Cup o' Coffee

Crystal's POV

I walked into the restaurant greeting my friends with small waves. A small pit of uncertainty bubbled up inside of me. Today was the day, when I finally meet the mysterious Ace King. The sexiest and wealthiest man alive. He was well known for being a playboy and was the world's most eligible bachelor. Did I mention filthy rich? He owned billions of companies all of them successful. And he was the CEO. Of all of them. Every single one. And you wonder why he is so rich. All my friends swooned over him, while I just sat and smiled quietly. I never really wanted to be in a relationship. He was handsome, I give him that but apart from that he was just a rich snobby jerk. He could have every girl in the planet if he wanted to. And he did. I swear he had already slept with half the girls in the world. He had literally a limitless supply of girls throwing themselves on him. Not once did he allow himself to date a specific girl. It was like a rule almost.

I sat down grabbing my notebook and pen, before standing up and fixing a smile of my face I walked out and started my daily routine. At around 11:30 we were called into the staff room and our manager bustled in. He smiled at us before talking about how important impressing Mr King was. He looked at all of us, before smirking and pointing at me. I was about to cry. He asked ME to wait on Mr King? What?I stood still while my friends congratulated me. I received pats on my back and smiles of support as I walked out, smoothing my brown auburn hair. I inhaled a sharp intake a breath. Mr King was handsome. It was like a Greek God stood in front of me. His muscles flexing out of his loose white T-shirt and his perfect six pack was could be seen. His lips were a pale pink, and his eyes were a beautiful turquoise. He coughed, arching his eyebrows. I shook my head and he smirked. He obviously had that effect on all girls.

I stuck out my hand and he shook it, his hands touching me enough that electricity flew between them. I led him to his table and he sat down gazing intently around the restaurant. So far he had not spoken a word to me and I was fine with that. He dismissed me with a wave of his hand. His hand, soft yet rough at the same time. I guess I stood there for ages before he smirked at me and I flushed red. I hurried away but I could sense his eyes on me. I went into the kitchen and emerged minutes later to take his order. He insisted on having the most expensive item and drink before I walked off again and I gave the order to the chefs. I went back out to see a bunch of girls flirting with him. I snorted and he raked me over with freezing contempt. He gestured towards the plate in my hand and I placed it down before rolling my eyes. The girls glared at me before smiling and placing their hands casually on his thighs. He did not look down but instead looked at me with a twinkle in his gorgeous blue eyes.

Wait, did I saw gorgeous?

Ohhh boy.