The Billionaire's Billionaire ✔️

Chapter 8: Apple's POV

    I am literally so nervous. I paced my room, wondering what my new life was going to be like. Alyssa threw a pillow at me from her bed.

    "Dude what's your problem??" I ask.

    "It's 2 am! I have a final tomorrow! Please go to sleep."

    "You're just jealous that I get to move into Adam's house. It must be hard, knowing you wanted that internship from his company but I get to to closer to him."

    Alyssa groaned. "I just want to sleep."

    "Don't worry, I don't even like him."

    "I don't care Apple."

    "In fact, he's kind of a huge asshole. I don't like arrogant and mean men. We are literally so incompatible."

    "Apple, I truly don't give a meat kebab."

"I know you want his meat kebab..."

"Gross Apple."

As you can obviously see, Alyssa is in denial. As my best friend, she should be happy for me but she chooses to sulk in bed. Sighing dramatically, I fall into my own bed. My life is the worst. Ugh.
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I wake up that morning and eat a nutritious breakfast of ten cheese sticks before finishing up my packing. Alyssa is in the shower, so thankfully I won't have to see her seething with jealousy when Adam's chauffeur picks me up. What was his name again? I think it was Shoulder or something like that.

At six am, he arrives and knocks on my door. "Hello Apple," he says pleasantly. "My name is Chester and I am here to drive you to your new employer."

Ah so his name is Chester. I was close. Chester is pretty tall and kind of on the skinny side, with chocolate brown eyes and dark hair. I hadn't been able to get a proper look at him earlier, considering he had a cap on and I was bleeding all over the pavement but now I can see that his cheekbones and well defined and his jawline is sharp enough to slice cheese. Like a gentleman, he helps me with my bags, which mostly holds my clothes, toiletries, and cheese sticks. As he drives away from my apartment, I realized that I never actually told them where I lived.

"Uh Chester? How did Adam know where I lived?"

Chester sighed. "Sometimes, it's better to not ask questions when it comes to Adam."

"What is he like?"

I could see Chester's dark brown eyes reflected from the rear view mirror. "How do I even begin to explain Adam...ask me a different question please."

"Which part of England are you from?"

Chester stiffened a little. "Uhhh... London. Yes. Definitely London. Crumpet,tea, cheeky nandos with the lads."

Impressive. This guy really is British.

"How old are you Chester? How did you come to work for Adam?"

"I am 32, and Adam's mother hired me. She's been worried about him ever since....the incident...actually she's worried about him in general but especially so after.....the incident."

"What incident?"

But I guess I'll have to ask him later, because we had already arrived at Adam's house.
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