The Billionaire's Student

                                         ***DISCLAIMER*** Thank you for your interest in my book. Unfortunately, I was not offered a contract. Since, I have published my book elsewhere but have decided to leave a sample here. This is an introduction to the book The Billionaire's Student. You may read the full book on k****e or purchase the paperback on sss. I will be posting the first 5 chapters here. The Billionaire's Student is a standalone with 2 follow-up books for side characters. I will post an introduction to those books as well. You may follow me on social media as Author MJ Mango. My website is www.mjmango.com!!! Beep ... Beep ... Beep Ugh ... I hate Mondays. It's always so hard to get up and get my week started. The only thing that I have to look forward to on Mondays is my weekly coffee date that I have with my best friend Lisa. This is something that we have done since we first moved to Boston for college. We meet up every Monday at 9 am and if I don't hurry up I'm going to be late. I hopped in the shower and got dressed as quickly as possible. I throw on my favorite sundress that's blue with sunflowers on it, with my favorite sandals that are brown. I throw my hair in a messy bun, throw on a little make-up, grab my shades, and head for the coffee shop. This place is our favorite hideaway. We discovered it when we first started school here. The atmosphere there is so peaceful and it even has a space upstairs with books that I love. I walked in and, of course, I beat Lisa here because she is always late. I look around and grab a table at the bottom since the top looks full. By that time, Lisa walks in. "Hey, girlfriend." she said while waving. "Hey, Lisa, late as always." I mumbled. "Nicole, chill. It's only 5 minutes. Plus I was occupied," she said with excitement. "Of course you were occupied," I said while rolling my eyes. I love Lisa, I do, but the girl hardly ever spends a night alone. A morning either, if we are being honest here. It has been that way ever since we moved here. I, on the other hand, haven't chosen to lose my virginity yet. It's not that I am saving myself for marriage or anything, but no one has made me actually want to go there with them yet. But no worries, my friend here has had enough s*x for both of us. The server comes over with our usual coffees with our English muffin breakfast sandwiches, which shows just how much we come in here. "Anyway, how was your weekend other than whatever man that you found yourself under? Did you catch up on your studies at all? Exams are right around the corner." "Ugh, yes, I studied. I am looking forward to finishing up school. It has been long and tiring," "Yes, extremely. It has been so stressful and with everything that I have going on I could definitely use the break." She looks at me sympathetically and asks, "Have you figured out what you are going to do about your payments for school yet?" I shook my head, "nope. I have been paying as much as I can but I still haven't even paid half. And unless I can come up with the rest of the money, all of my time will be wasted. The school has stated that they will be holding my degree until they receive the payment. I was supposed to start working right after graduation but I don't know now." "I hate to ask this but what about the things that you got from your parents?" she asks, wincing, probably expecting me to get upset. "Well, when my parents passed away the only thing of value that I got was their home and I refuse to sell it. It's all that I have of them and my childhood." "Oh wow, girl, I understand. I don't know if I would have been able to do it either. Do you mind if I ask my parents because..."she starts to say but I cut her off. "Absolutely not. I love your parents. They have been great, but no, I can't. Anyway, enough about this depressing stuff." We sit and chat for a little while longer just talking about any and everything before it's time to go. When the server comes over instead of the bill, she gives me a note with a business card and tells us that someone has paid for our meal. 'Well, that was nice of them', I thought to myself.. I open the note and it reads.... I overheard your conversation and I think that I may have a job for you that pays well. Breakfast is on me today. Give me a call or shoot me a text to set up a meeting. I look forward to hearing from you. -Matt Lewis NO WAY. I quickly look at the card and I can't believe it . I am beyond shocked. I quickly show Lisa the card and note and she can't believe it either. She squealed with excitement and said "Oh my God, Nicole, I can't believe that THE Matthew Lewis paid for our food and is possibly offering you a job. What the heck is a billionaire even doing here anyways?" "I don't know. Do you think I should contact him?" I asked. She looks at me with wide eyes and practically yells, "ARE YOU CRAZY? Matthew LEWIS..." "Shhh, stop yelling," I said, interrupting her. "Oh, sorry. But again, are you crazy? Matthew Lewis is offering you a job and you're asking me if you should contact him...Umm, hell yes you should . And if you don't, I will do it for you." I thought about it for a split second and she is right. Matthew Lewis is one of the richest men on earth. He owns all types of businesses, from restaurants to investment firms. Working for him would be an amazing opportunity for me. I decided that I am going to give him a call when I get back home. Lisa and I said our goodbyes and I headed home. We have no class or work on Mondays, which is why we always have our coffee date on that day. Mondays are also my cleaning and studying day which is why I hate it. Thankfully, today I don't have much to do, so binge watching old episodes of Ghost Whisperer it is. I get home, kick off my shoes, and sit with my legs folded on the couch. Before I can talk myself out of it I take out Matthew Lewis's business card and decided to give him a call. I am trying to breathe in and out to calm myself. I don't want to sound stupid on the phone with a freaking billionaire for God's sake. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Okay, let's do this. I dialed his number and the phone just rang but he didn't answer. s**t. I did all of this prepping just to not get an answer. When his voicemail sounds, I hang up. I am even more nervous now, so there is no way that I was leaving a voicemail. Well f**k, Nicole, he is a billionaire. He is probably busy in a meeting or something, I said to myself. Realizing that I was probably right, I decided to send him a quick text. Hi, Mr.Lewis. My name is Nicole Winters. I received your card from a server this morning at the coffee shop. I gave you a call. I know that you're probably busy. You may contact me at any time. Thank you. Ugh, so glad that I got that out of the way. I was so nervous that I decided the heck with Monday. I know it's still early, but binge watching my show, it is. I reached to grab the remote when my phone pinged with a text. I took a look and, oh s**t, he responded. Hi, Ms. Winters. Glad you reached out. Hope your morning is great. If you send me your email address, I can email you the application for the job that I have available. I quickly texted back. Sure. My email is nicolewinters33@g*******m. Thank you. May I ask what type of job it is? Ping ... Oh, he is a quick texter. Well, it would be best if we discuss that in person. If you do the application today, I may have some time to view it today. Oh yes. I texted him back immediately because I needed this a lot. I got a notification letting me know that I had an email. When I checked it, I saw that it was from him. Crap, that was quick, I said to myself. I grab my computer to check the email so that I can get started. I started reading the application and it's so weird. For starters, it doesn't have his company logo on it. It just says at the top "Application for a Contract with Mr. Matthew Lewis." Secondly, it doesn't cover all of the usual questions for an application. The questions are mainly about my interests and family. He does ask about my education and current work history. The weirdest question he asked though is whether I have a boyfriend. Okay, this is weird but I filled it out anyway and sent it to him. Well, here goes nothing. I sit back and get into my show. No matter how much I watch this, I can never get enough of it. I was halfway done with my second episode when my phone pings... Ms.Winters, I am available for an interview at 4:30 today if you are. I am shocked. I can't believe that I am actually getting an interview with him. I text him back fast before he changes his mind... That would be great actually. I look at the time. s**t, that's an hour and a half away. I jumped up in a panic to quickly get dressed. I walk in the closet to look for something to wear. I got another text from him. Meet me at the ML Corps building in the lobby at 4:30 on the dot. Don't be late, patience isn't my thing. I look at the message wide eyed and then rolled my eyes. Okay, Mr.Control Freak. I continue to search for the perfect professional outfit. I settled on bright colored casual pants with a floral shirt. I dressed it up with some nude heels and a beige blazer. Not amazing, but I'm short on time, so whatever. I quickly jump in the shower to wash up and wet my hair to bring in my curls. I hop out and dry off. Then I lotion myself and quickly get dressed. I am rushing because it will take me almost 20 minutes to get there. Now on to dealing with this hair of mine and I need to be out of here in 15 minutes. I pat dry my hair and apply a little of my moisturizer. Finishing up, I slid in my mother's hair clip on the left side for good luck. Having a little piece of her with me gives me confidence. Looking in the mirror, I am satisfied. I took a deep breath and got ready to leave. I head to the car and start driving towards downtown where ML Corps is located. I park and make it in the lobby with 5 minutes to spare. I stood and waited and then there he was coming around the corner. I had to catch my breath when I saw him. The pictures of this man do absolutely nothing for him. I have never seen anything more gorgeous in my life. He is so tall, maybe about 6'5". He has his jet black hair tossed to the left. He was wearing an all-black suit, shirt, and tie that matched perfectly with his black hair and beard. Get it together, Nicole, I say to myself, because I am clearly ogling the man. He walked up, extended his hand and said, "Nicole, Hi. I'm Matt Lewis." "Nice to meet you, Mr.Lewis." I said while shaking his hand.