Arrogant Meets Spitfire (Unedited)

02- Meatball meeting

A day passed by in a blur, in just hours Mr Reynolds waltzed into my life and in those long hours, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Finally, the d-day came, the day that I was supposed to give him my answer, to be very honest, there was no way in hell that I was going to get the money. Definitely, I had no other choice but to choose the other option, which was to work for him. It could not be that bad, right?

I dressed hurriedly, you shouldn't be poor and late, that didn't seemed right.

After all, I was the Alessia Maxwell, 21-year-old witty angel and a college drop out, which was due to financial problems. I loved fashion, it was my dream to own a fashion company one day. I was the only child of my parents, Lexi and Liam Maxwell. My father left earth a long time ago so it was just me, my mom and her hospital bills.

Yup! Hospital bills.

Last year, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, second stage. I was shattered at first but then I realised I had to wear my big girl panties and be strong for my mother, so I had to quit college when the expenses became unbearable. Months into it, I was working tirelessly and endlessly, trying to make enough money for my mother's surgery. The deadline was a week away, and I still couldn't get half of the money.

My mother was at stage 3C now, it was a very delicate stage.

My mother was one strong woman, she would always put others first. Lately, she started pestering me to stop with her treatments, telling me she was eager to reunite with her husband again. She believed she was a burden to me and that wasn't true. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that I wouldn't do for her. Since we lost dad in a tragic drunk-driving accident five years ago when he was on a business trip, our lives had been a rollercoaster ride from there on, the people we thought had our best interests at heart deserted us at our time of need.

My dad's relatives even collected everything we owned. They sent us away from our own home without bringing anything along with us except for the clothes we had on.

My father was what you'd a lawyer with no will.

He didn't set up any will before he died, whilst giving his family members the upperhand.

I hated reminiscing on those things we had gone through. It was very depressing.

I wiped the tears that managed to escape, I didn't even know when I started crying.

I quickly sent a good morning text to mom at the hospital and put a call through to my friend, Hailey.

If you got Hailey as a friend, you got everything. That girl was literally my friend, she really helped me a lot in college and I didn't think I could do anything without her.

I met Hailey when I was in college, she was this 'hey, yes I know I'm rich but quit making it obvious' kind of girl. She was present in all my classes and she loved everything and anything fashion just like me, instantly we clicked. We started by sharing the same dreams, fashions ideas, gossips and before you know it, we already became best of friends.

Something vibrated in my back pocket, creating a funny feeling in me. My phone.

The screen flashed Hailey bear, my nick name for Hailey.

I hit the green button.

"Morning bitch, I missed your call. What's up with you?" Said Hailey, with her high pitched voice.

"Good morning Hailey, I really need your help, could you swing by my place ASAP, like right now?" I asked with hope in my voice.

"I knew it. I knew you didn't call because you missed me. Well, I'm at the front of your building. Come out, you'll find me there." She said