Mr. Billionaire - S01 E09 (Story Episode)

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Mr. Billionaire - S01 E09 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

All three of my friends looked at me like I was crazy.

“Yvonne, are you okay?” Kayleen spoke up.

“Yeah, I just really gotta go,” I said, dashing to the door before they could stop me. “See you guys later.”

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“You’re late,” Liam said as I sat down across from him at an outdoor café sometime later.
I rolled my eyes. “I apologize, Your Highness. I was with my friends and I lost track of time.”
He sighed at my sass and looked at me with those deep blue eyes. My breath caught automatically, he was just so beautiful. He smirked as if he heard it.

“I am quite attractive, aren’t I, Yvonne?”

He just had to talk, didn’t he?
“You’re too cocky. I’m not interested in cocky guys,” I said to him, looking straight at him and thinking of how much of an a-----e he was.

“I’ll bet I could change your mind,” he said with an arrogant grin.

I shook my head in disbelief and decided to change the subject.

“Why did you ask me here?”
“Oh, right, well–”

“Hello,” a soft voice interrupted him. We looked up and saw a bleach blonde waitress with fake boobs. She was smiling at Liam flirtatiously. “How may I help you today?”

“Ah, well Yvonne, why don’t you go first?” He looked at me.

The waitress unwillingly turned to me, her smile looked a lot less friendly now. It actually looked like she was baring her teeth at me.

“I’ll take the pumpkin spice laté,” I said, grimacing as she hurriedly wrote it down and turned to Liam, her face flushed.

“And you?”

“I’ll have a coffee,” he said to her, grinning. Of course he would like the attention of this bleach blonde tramp with the fake boobs.

“How would you like it?” she asked.

“Well, I like my coffee like I like my women.” His grin was flirtatious.

The waitress caught on and she flushed harder.

“And how’s that?” She batted her eyelashes. Home girl desperately needed to hit that corner lash with some adhesive.

“Black,” he said unexpectedly, reaching for my hand.
I gaped at him, taken aback. The waitress looked at our hands and gritted her teeth, storming off. She was clearly pissed.

“She’s definitely gonna spit in our coffee.” I shook my head.
“No, she won’t. My friend Lucas will prepare our coffee and bring it to us. No one’s gonna spit in it.” He squeezed my hand.

Warmth and electricity was spreading from our interlaced fingers, through my arm and up to my shoulders. I looked at him and saw his grin grow gentle, his eyes twinkled in the sunlight. His golden hair was shining.

I quickly pulled my hand away. He’s
a playboy. He plays girls. He doesn’t
really want you, I repeated over and over.