One Night Stand with A Billionaire

One Night Stand with A Billionaire

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"You need to live a little Jessie" My best friend said as she searched through our closet for an outfit to wear for our Girls Night Out trip, that I was desperately trying to get out of. "What do you mean? I am living, I go to work everyday, i'm in school to better myself and I still manage to look this good" I stated sitting cross legged on my bed as I watched her. Pushing the Shortest dress I had ever seen on the floor. "I hope you know i'm not wearing that" I said "Its not for you" She stated clearly throwing another dress at me "This one is, Now get up and get dressed before I call Lia in here" ----- "What's a pretty Lady like yourself doing here by yourself?" a deep dark voice said behind me as I sipped on my club soda. "I'm not my Girlfriend is on her way over now" I said in which he blatantly ignored. "Why don't you let me buy you another drink" he said placing his hand on my bare shoulder. "No thank you, now please leave me alone" I said politely even though I wanted to puke. "Bu-" "The lady said leave her alone" The bartender said coming to my rescue. when he left I looked back to the Bartender and thanked him. Ordering another drink, a deep velvet voice came up beside me, he ordered a drink before looking at me. "Want to hear a joke?" he asked me, I kept my eyes on my empty glass while answering him. "Sure" "Do you know the difference between a US Savings bond and A grown man?" he asked her "No what" she said still not looking up "A US Savings bond actually matures" he said with humor laced in his voice. I laughed softly before looking up at him, my breathe hitched, he was a walking Calvin Klein model. With his long jet black hair pulled into a man bun, his eyes crinkled in laughter as he introduced his self. "I'm Elijah" ------ Sooo this is a remake of my story One Night Stand with A billionaire. Give this a read and tell me what you think. The amazing cover was made by Andressavan
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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