"She was wrong for me on so many levels. For one, she belonged to another, and could never be mine. But even I, was powerless in the face of raw seduction and fiery heated encounters..." Quillon Ivante.
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"It's a truth universally acknowledged t...
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“True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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NICCOLE'S POV
"You will?" Both Quillon and the woman utter at the same time, clearly shocked
"Yes, we will" I ascertain, this time more forcefully, so they know I'm serious.
"Alright, that's good then. You just need to fill some paperwork..."
Some thirty minutes later, we were back on our way, with a really ugly, dirty dog held on a leash between Quillon and I.
"Why don't we stop to get something to eat?" He offered
"Yeah sure. I'm starving" I reply quietly, so we enter the next restaurant we see, but to my surprise, we're stopped right at the entrance
"I'm sorry Ma'am, Sir, but we don't allow dogs in on the premises"
"Oh" I paused, I'm reluctant to part with the dog or leave it outside, and Quillon notices that, so he steps forward and takes charge of the whole situation
"Call your Manager"
"Excuse me Sir?"
"I said, get me your Manager. I will not repeat myself again young man" Quillon ordered, instantly changing into the hard-earned multi billionaire that he was. His face and stare causing the poor waiter to quake on his feet, not giving room for arguments or questions
"I'll do so immediately sir" and he vanished, coming back less than a minute later with an older man
"Good afternoon Sir. I'm the Manager. This waiter here tells me there was a situation at the door. We don't allow dogs in because other customers may be frightened or allergic..." The Manager tries to reason out, most likely not knowing that fhe man he was currently talking to, was a multi billionaire. We were pretty much on casual clothes, so Quillon looked like every other normal guy canverssing the street.
Suddenly, two men on black suits and black glasses from nowhere, walk over to where we were, and handed a cheque book and a pen over to Quillon
I'm shocked "Wh—at? Who are these guys Quillon?" But he doesn't reply me. He simply scribbles some numbers on one of the pages, tears it out and hand it over to the manager, before returning the cheque book and pen back to the men wearing the suit
The next thing I see, is a look of pure shock and utter astonishment, crossing over the manager's face
"Sir this is real? Is this what I think it is Sir? You are Mr. Quillon Ivante! Sorry for not recognizing you immediately Sir. Sir the amount on this cheque... the restaurant doesn't even make this in a whole month, assuming we even have a full house everyday... I will immediately clear out the whole restaurant, for you and your young miss to be well comfortable, just give me two minutes"
