The Infamous Billionaire

Chapter 8A: Party (Part 1)

Knock, knock.

"Come in!" I shout and Andrea immediately strutted inside my room.

"Good morning, sir. He's your fifth cup of coffee." Andrea said. There's that word again with that sexual slur! Damn this woman.

"Are you admonishing me that I've requested too many coffees, Andrea?" I challenged and she nodded. The gall of the woman!

"Too much caffeine intake can cause high blood pressure which will eventually lead to heart problems. Also, coffee will make you more acidic and too much intake of coffee can result to reverse effect which means you'll get sleepy instead of actually being awake. You know, just stating some basic facts about the effects of drinking coffee." Andrea stated and somehow, her words infuriated me and at the same time turned me on.

"Thank you for your obvious concern for my health, I greatly appreciate it. Now, please leave two more batches of cookies with the coffee." I demanded and she smirked.

"Tsk, tsk, Max! You might gain weight and put off the female population!" She mocked.

"I still have you." I retorted back with a wink which made her laugh heartily.

"Yeah right. On the other note, make sure to be present tonight for your welcoming party planned by your brother." Andrea reminded and I groaned. I dreaded that party.

"Do I really need to come?"

"Do I really need to answer that stupid question of yours or simply smack your head to know?" Andrea said dead panned.

I chuckled lightly and she handed me a paper.

"Your brother gave this to me and he said that it's from your father." She said and went out of the room. I decided to read the note and when I was finished, I was sure that my dad was going nuts.

I want to see Andrea tonight as your date or I'll set out to tell the guests a conjured version of your relationship with her.

-Your loving father who knows who's your future wife

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"You called for me?" Andrea entered my room as soon as I buzzed her intercom.

"Take a seat, Andrea." I ordered and she sat down on the couch.

"Okay, now listen with an open mind before you throw my body to a pride of lions." I said and she arched her perfectly plucked eyebrows. You see, when you like a person that much, you appreciate all the little things in them.

"So my dad wrote a letter addressed to me, right? And in that letter, he wrote-"

"Let me guess, he demanded you to bring me as your date for tonight's event?" Andrea cut me off and I gulped because I don't know her reaction to this.

"How did you know?"

"Because I just received a parcel and inside, there's a black dress and skyscraper, killer heels and I just got out of the extra room because I tried it on." Andrea explained and I nodded.

"And you're okay with it?" I asked her.

"I'm sure I'd save you from something if I come with you so yeah, sure." Andrea replied and I heaved a sigh. I didn't know that I've been holding my breath, waiting for her response.

"No if you'll excuse me, there's a party I have to prepare to." She winked at me and left, probably heading to my flat to do what girls do.

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"What's taking you so long?" I impatiently asked Andrea behind her door.

"I'm ready!" She screamed back, annoying me.

"You've been saying that for the past forty-five minutes, who are you kidding?" I groaned and before I open my mouth to complain again, she went out of her room and my jaw literally dropped.

"Speechless, Max?" Andrea smirked and I have to admit, she is dashing.

"You look so... beautiful. No, stunning. Wait I have a better word-"

"If Maximillian Bravucci ran out of words to describe a woman that she caused him to be so flustered that he forgot words to flatter a girl, she must have been so perfect. Thank you." Andrea smiled and this time, it's a genuine one. My lips automatically pursed into a smile and I offered out my hand to her and she immediately took a hold of it.

"Shall we, milady?" I asked and she just nodded.

Show time, Bravucci.