Never Yours/In Love With A HEARTLESS BILLIONAIRE' (COMPLETED)

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Please if you've not read, 'You Are No God To Me', endeavor to do so. The female protagonist is from that story and you may be seeing a few people from that story too. So as to clear confusion, do read it.

Enjoy!

Never yours also known as loving you is danger!
Theme song --Eminem- Love the way you lie ft. Rihanna. Pt I and 2.

~Laurel~

I could hear the gasps and the awes from the crowd. I could hear their murmurings and their whisperings.

It has always been a part of my life. I learned to live with it. I'd learned to live with the fact that no matter what I do, I would always be a subject for the public to discuss. Barely had my privacy. And it doesn't stop scaring the hell out of me because I knew that someday, a secret I had spent years in hiding would come into light. And I wouldn't like that all. I hated even the smallest idea of it. So to stop these insecurities, I vowed to clean up even the tiniest of mess that comes close to my secret. Because one thing's for sure, I hated everything and everyone that encounters the likes of Kurt Kenton.

The secretary smiled and held the door out for me as I walked into her boss's office.

She stopped me on my tracks, holding a pen and paper out for me. "Please.. I.. I have always been a big fan of yours."

I feigned out a smile, taking hold of the pen and paper, signing into it. "Word of advice?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be like me. I may wear a smile everyday but all I see is hate."

"Umm..."

I pushed past her and catwalked into the office of Zach Norman.

"Well well well, if it isn't the most sexiest woman alive." He flashed me a grinning smile. "Laurel Hyde in my office, calls for a celebration."

I frowned. "At least wait till I'm out of here, Norman. I'm here to talk business."

"Hmm." He hit his pen on his head as if he was in deep thoughts. "Why is that you can't be nice to anyone?"

I flashed him a toothing smile, taking my seat. "I'm nice to Liam and Wesley."

"Nah. Those two are different." He straightened up. "Well as they say, birds of the same feathers, flocks together."

"At least let me speak."

He nodded in approval. "Go on."

I dipped my hand in my handbag, brought out a file and handed it over to him.

He took hold of the file and brought out the pictures from it. "What do we have here? Laurel Hyde in Midvale? Still cleaning up the trash I see?"

"Make sure no one finds out. People saw me in Midvale and even took pictures of me there. Suspicions might arise. And one thing leads to another."

"Sure. I'll clean it up. Consider it done, my lady. But what do I get in return?"

I rose up from the chair. "I don't fuck men below 6 feet. And you're too thin. Do you even work out at all?"

His jaw clenched. I laughed. One was for sure, he wasn't going all angry with me. "How about a million then?"

"I've transferred five million to your goddamned account. Clean up the mess."

"Of course, Laurel."

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Los Angeles, California.