Espresso Nights

Espresso Nights

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It was raining heavily outside and there was short circuit occurred in the nearby shops. To avoid getting stuck in the darkness, Aura was rushing to close the shop so that she could reach her home soon and snuggle in her cosy bed with a warm mug of hot chocolate. she was busy cleaning the counters and mopping the floors, when she noticed a well suited man lying face down in one of the corner tables. She was curious as well as a little anxious to reach him. Gathering up her courage she reached him and tapped on his shoulder. The man raised his head and looked at her questioningly. That's when she noticed that he is Orion Bennet, the youngest billionaire businessman she read in one of the tabloid and he is crying.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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