Fake Dating The Billionaire

Chapter 2

“Hey, Ariana! Good morning. You appear to be exhausted." He said that with a smile on his face. Ariana grinned and walked up to pet the dog, which wiggled its tail in delight. Ariana had a thing for animals, particularly cats and dogs. She, surprisingly, didn't have any pets.

"I just woke. I came out to get these things." She explained by pointing to the stuff she had put on the floor.

"OK, that's OK. Your residence was visited by a retired soldier. I had to go to the maintenance office and get him a spare key." While putting a leash on the dog, he explained.

"Oh, thank you.” Ariana said and entered her apartment. She'd been served with an eviction notice since she hadn't paid the next month's rent and couldn't even guarantee the house agent that she would pay it shortly. As a result, she had agreed to go. Her father didn't have enough money to buy a house or pay a mortgage, but he was able to rent a lovely apartment where she grew up. She was on the verge of losing her home. She had been packing and had frantically packed the last few essentials. She couldn't stomach staying any longer; it was pointless, she reasoned. She was eventually ready to depart by 9:45 a.m., so she climbed into her father's car (at least she had something to hold on to) and drove out of the parking lot. She arrived at the apartment she lived in on campus with her friends. Bree was already outside, placing some garments on the laundry line, and it appeared that she had done some washing. Ariana exited the vehicle and began offloading the boxes. Bree quickly recognized her and rushed over to help.

"You look like a ghost, girl! So, what have you been up to lately? Are you up to something nefarious without telling us?" Bree inquired in her high pitched voice.

She was the trio's comedian, and she frequently joked about being the second Tiffany Haddish.

"It's been a long day for me. Before coming with the loads, I didn't even take a wash or have breakfast." Ariana responded with a sigh.

"Well, Yolande is preparing breakfast right now. Why don't you come inside while I take care of these boxes? Jesus, you appear to be on the verge of collapsing right now." Ariana was amused by Bree's words. She laughed, relieved to be back where she belonged. It's all about nice vibes and a good laugh. She entered the apartment, a two-bedroom flat painted in the same orange as the other homes on the street. It's a student neighborhood, Ariana assumed the contractor was crazy for painting the houses "orange." The location wasn't exactly a luxurious living space, but it was adequate and, of course, inexpensive. She walked in and smelled fried egg as she opened the door. She suddenly felt the urge to vomit the previous day ice cream and biscuits.

She dashed to the bathroom and knelt over the toilet. She vomited the contents of her stomach, and the nausea decreased in intensity. She felt light-headed but considerably better after emptying her stomach. She flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth.

She took her toothbrush in the toothbrush container and discovered that the toothpaste had run out. When things were close to running out, her friends were often forgetful about refilling. She was gone for two weeks and returned to an empty tube of toothpaste. She’d been staying at her father's house while planning the funeral and paying off his debts. Her buddies also came over and were quite helpful.

Yolande was cooking custard when she got to the kitchen. She was dressed in her favorite tea green shirt and black shorts, with an apron slung over her shoulders. Yolande, the house cook, had a typical morning of making breakfast for them.

"Do you think you're okay, love? You have a pale complexion." Yolande stated this as she took a break from preparing custard to glance at her. Ariana approached her and hugged her, she needed it. Another arm quickly encircled them.

"I'm not going to let this magic pass me by." They all laughed when Bree said that. They disentangled and she opened the fridge, she discovered that the milk bottle was also empty.

“Seriously? While I was gone, did you girls restock? I went to the bathroom and discovered an empty toothpaste tube.” Ariana exclaimed, holding the empty tube and bottle in her hand.

"Uhn oh.” Bree said and grinned.

“This isn't funny, Bree; you and your Yolande need to grow up!" Ariana sighed and said. She walked over to her packed box, which Bree had helped her carry inside, and took out the bottle of milk she had brought from her father's apartment. She sat down at the kitchen counter with her dish of custard. She took a few spoons and poured some milk over her custard.

"I had a feeling you'd turn things around." While pouring milk over her custard, Bree said and laughed.

"Do you have any toothpaste? How are you two able to eat without brushing your teeth?" Yolande inquired before serving the egg.

"Yes, check my boxes. But, if I hadn't come today, what were your options?" Ariana inquired, shaking her head.

"We would have gotten them from friendly neighbors. Now start talking; you appear to have been through hell." Bree remarked.

"Don't say anything unless I'm present. I'll be right back if you give me a few minutes." Yolande said this and dashed out to find the toothpaste and brush her teeth. She quickly joined them at the counter, where they shared breakfast and discussed Ariana's interaction with her uncle.

"This is insane! What did you do when he made s****l approaches toward you? You didn't stuff him in a trash can or something?" Bree asked. Bree's approach to everything was always tinged with violence.

"Well, I could have carried him if I'd had the strength. He's gained a lot of weight." The girls busted out laughing when Ariana responded.

“However, this is ludicrous. Isn't your Uncle Liam the nice guy with the purple hair who was at the funeral?" Yolande enquired, attempting to figure out what had gone wrong.

"Indeed, he is. I'm just as surprised as you are." Ariana replied, and her custard was quickly consumed.

"Are you looking for more? After you've puked up those forbidden biscuits and ice cream, I'm not going to accept no for an answer. And who does he think he is, anyway? I need to share some of my opinions with him." Bree stated this as she got up to cook some more custard.

"Don't go over to his house.” I'm not interested in interacting with him anymore. “ Ariana pleaded.

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Ariana couldn't believe what she was heard, but she kept her cool and appeared not to be surprised. She followed him into the room, which turned out to be a small office.

"Hello, Miss Ariana. I heard you were worried about a lady in a red dress. Why don't you take her order right now?" He stated . Was it a caustic remark? Ariana couldn't make up her mind. The manager was anticipating a response from her, but when she didn't reply, he went on.

"Oh, you can go ahead and serve the other patrons if she has been served." He said. Was it really that simple? Ariana pondered and almost said aloud what she was thinking.

She chose to ask the essential question since she didn't want to appear ruffled by the simple acceptance.

"Thank you very much, sir. How much do waitress get paid here?" "$11 per hour.” He replied. Ariana soon estimated that that wasn’t enough money to pay her rent, let alone her tuition fees. Because of her studies, she planned to work part-time. She realized that if she wanted to make enough money, she would have to work overnight as well, and she felt helpless. She tried not to think about it since she believed she ought to be grateful she had found work without being too stressed about it. She might be able to ask for a raise later if she continued to be diligent and hardworking. Fred handed her the restaurant's work shirt, which she changed into and went about her business for the day. She started attending to people and even struck up conversations with few of them.

"I'm guessing you're new here." An old man said to her and smiled ; it would have been a lovely grin if it hadn't been for his half-rotten teeth.

"Yes, I resumed today." She smiled as she placed his food on the table.

“Welcome.” He yelled and shook his head ferociously. Well, cheers to that. Ariana was already second-guessing her decision to take the job. Her legs were in excruciating pain, and she wondered how the other waitresses had managed to get through the day.

She wasn't used to standing for lengthy periods of time, and whenever she tried to relax, a customer needed to be attended t. She checked out at 8 p.m. because she was exhausted. She was told she may go at any time, but she had to return every morning at 6 a.m., unless she had a valid cause, such as schooling. You got compensated based on the number of hours you work. Every day at 12 a.m., the restaurant closed, and she discovered that some of the employees started work at 6 a.m. and left at 12 a.m. just to make ends meet. That was pitiful and depressing. She was given her wages, which totaled $77. She got into the car and drove slowly back to her apartment. Bree was already at the door, she must have heard the sound of the car's engine.

"Oh, my girl.” She exclaimed as she ushered her inside the room. Ariana slumped into a chair, her head throbbed with pain. While her pals came to her aid, she grabbed her head.

"Ari, what's the matter?" Yolande inquired, clearly concerned.

"I'm in desperate need of water." Bree hurriedly went to get water after Ariana's plea. She paused for a moment after downing three glasses of water before continuing to recount her meeting for the second time that day.

“What?! $77? That isn't going to last a day! Please come over here." Bree said this as she drew Ariana into a tight hug. Yolande assisted her by rubbing her legs, which helped to alleviate the agony.

"I'm not returning to that restaurant. It's a slave job." Ariana expressed her displeasure at the prospect of working there for a year.

"Even if you want to go, I'm not going to let you." Bree responded.

"I'm just concerned. How will I be able to pay for my college education? I can't imagine not being able to graduate with you. In addition, our rent is due in a week. How am I going to pay for all of this if I can't find a job that pays well and is less stressful? I'm not going back to plead with Uncle Liam." Ariana expressed her thoughts.

"Now that I think about it, why can't we help you? Ari, how many years have we been friends? It's been four years and still counting. I can't tell you how many times your father has stepped in to assist Bree and me. We can cover a portion of your rent for this month while you search for the remainder." Yolande remarked.

"You know I'm not going to accept it. Won’t you also pay your rent? Why should I bother you with my difficulties? I'll figure out a method to deal with it." Ariana said.

"I knew it! Why can't you just unwind and let people look after you for a change? You're always willing to help, but you won't accept it? "What makes it so difficult for you?" Bree exclaimed as she threw her hands in the air.