The Billionaires Flirting Expert

2

I breathed a sigh of relief as the reporters disappeared from my sight. I'm sure they are tired of chasing me.

I walked straight, not knowing where to go. I glance around the place. I’m not sure where exactly I am right now, but it’s familiar to me. I didn’t encounter much on the way. Quiet in this place, maybe because it's morning.

I stared at the small establishment on the street. You will see the same on the other side. He is busy with his business opening.

I kept my eyes on a beauty parlor. The woman's neck and face turned red as she squatted, trying to lift the iron barrier. Its root seems to be coming out of the neck and arm. It stopped what it was doing. She glanced at me. His right eyebrow rose. I averted my eyes and then continued walking.

The weather was hot, so I took off the jacket I was wearing first. I also fanned my hand to feel at least the wind, but to no effect.

I found myself at the mall. I will die in the heat outside, so I'll be here first, cool down like always. It is also not possible to go to the condo.

I didn't even think that reporters would inhabit the parking lot of the studio. I escape them because I'm not used to running away from reporters. I've never been bored in the presence of reporters, only now. If Mossy is correct, thereby waiting for me to stay.

I was playing the scene in my mind fuming mad. That person will ask me about the photo taken earlier. Who is that man? Why is everything a big deal? I didn't know that the media today was interested in the man who stole my coffee.

That coffee stealer.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be asked for that! I went inside an ice cream parlor. It's good that the mall was open when I arrived earlier.

I sat near the corner so no one would notice me. I immediately removed my heels, which stung as I gently squeezed. My foot is red. Seeing the blister made me close my eyes tightly.
This would not have happened if I had worn proper shoes. If I could walk, I would do it.

A female ice cream parlor staff approached me. I ordered a triple deluxe chocolate ice cream. I took charge of not removing the shades and cap. Not that many people here, and few of them are lovers.

I observe the whole place. The ambiance is good. It's just how an Ice cream parlor is supposed to look. This place is relaxing. Compared to the outside, it's cold, so it's calming here.

I scooped on my ice cream. The cold and sweet chocolate melts in my mouth. I can't help but close my eyes and savor it. Islumph on my chair. It's good that no one stole the ice cream I ordered today.

I checked on my phone. Hoping that I'll get a text from him. But no, Mossy is probably still busy solving my problem.

I glanced at the staff. They were busy cleaning. They don't turn in my direction. I'm probably not familiar with them.

I'm already wearing the shoes. It's embarrassing if I step on them. I removed the cap I was wearing. I wanted to release it earlier. Then I lifted the shades in my head. I turned in their direction. They were not paying attention to me. Thank goodness.

My eyes landed on the television attached above. A staff member opened it.

"Sir!"

"Mr. Bentley! Any statement?"

Reporters surrounded a man. On his side and behind him were bodyguards. They look like they are outside a building. Many microphones were laid out in front of him, on which network they belonged.

My eyes remained on the TV, the face of the man being interviewed familiar.

Wait…

My eyes narrowed as I stared at his face on the tv. He's the coffee stealer!