The British Billionaire

6: A Shitty Exchange for a Coffee Soak

I woke up in the morning with bright lights burning in the back of my eyes. Dreaming about darkness in my mind didn't seem fond of how bright it was physically, outside.

I draped an arm over my eyes and groaned while moving over to the other side with less light.

"Wake up sleepy head." I hear Emily's voice call out across my bed.

"What time is it?" I mumbled.

"Nine in the morning."

"I don't wanna wake up."

"How about coffee?" Emily excitedly suggested.

With the word coffee I sat up and remembered a perfect place to grab a cup. "Okay." I say brightly, all sleepiness gone. The way I felt when I entered that little cafe nearby made me feel an unusual sense of comfort. The cafe looked so vintage that I felt I was in a different world, or rather a different city.

I stood up and glanced beside me over to Cass's bed which is now occupied with a soft snoring Cass who looked so peaceful in her sleep.

"I didn't bother waking her up." Emily says behind me.

"You made the right choice." I winced from the memory of hangovered Cass. She was so moody at times.

Emily chuckles. "Thought so. So, let's grab a quick drink and head back."

"I know the perfect place." I grin widely at her.

Minutes later we arrive at my favorite cafe. There's not much people today, just casual ones heading over for a quick coffee in the morning. We both ordered our drinks and sat back talking about random stuff in our life.

I took my time in sipping casually over my coffee, wanting to leave some and bring it over with me back to the hotel.

Emily was very open about herself. Turns out she was one of the nerds in their school, minus the glasses. She had a crush on the bad boy. I laughed along with her at that, how very cliche. But the bad boy didn't fall for her like what most stories say.

I stood up and grabbed my cup of white latte which was half full with no lid, and walked towards the door with Emily trailing behind me.

I looked over the glass windows over looking the busy streets. A shiny black Audi R8 caught my eye and I was insistent to take a good look at it. I walked faster towards the door and suddenly fell forward as I felt hot liquid drench my shirt. I snapped my head away from the black vehicle and hit face to a hard muscular chest.

The weird feeling I felt last night when a man was looking at me from the second floor of the club came back to me in a flood of mixed emotions. I looked up to a face who looked extremely pissed with a hand holding up his phone to his ear. He looked amazingly hot even though his eyes blazed with frustration. He snapped his phone shut ending a call he was currently in.

My eyes just stayed glue to his as his was to mine. The dark gray orbs grew even darker as his gaze glanced down at my shirt.

He was more than I've dreamed of literally. He wore an expensive looking Armani suit which made him look old but once you get to see his handsome young face you would think twice about your judgement. He looked reserved, and pissed. I couldn't look down at what was on my shirt, I just stared at his dark gaze and his dark aura alluring me to him.

If it wasn't for my self-control I would've jumped at him just to feel him close to me. Expensive scent clung to himself along with his suit as I became more aware of my surroundings apart from the noise around the cafe. I couldn't focus on that right now.