The Billionaire's Redemption

Chapter4

‘He said to get dressed and follow me?! Who did he think I was?! Some maid he could order around?!

I let out a snort and jumped into my bed. The curious part of me wanted to be holed up in that Benz, wearing a pretty dress and heading to wherever but the part of me that had some pride was a winner.

I closed my eyes but they slowly opened again. What was that about in any way?! What had he had planned?!

Well, who cares?! I shut my eyes but then they slowly opened again.

A Benz and some flowers…that was some effort. Or maybe not. For a man like him, it was probably nothing at all. He had offered the bare minimum and expected me to jump for joy. Actually, I did jump for joy within myself but he didn’t have to know that.

I shut my eyes again but the only thing I saw was the glitter of the expensive dress I rejected. Did he have a personal shopper too? Because that was a very cute dress.

I shook my head. Maybe Mia and my brother and father and everyone else I had told the story of the ‘Night of the Darkened Hall,’ was right, I should avoid this man.

I closed my eyes again and this time, I did not open them until I fell asleep.

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The next day, I woke up with a groan and jumped out of bed. I went through the motions of showering and breakfast and jumping into my pants suit. I had to be in court that day, which meant I would be driving. I prepared a small sandwich and walked out of my apartment.

Actually, I almost walked out of my apartment.

I screeched to a halt at my door. There was a single piece of paper, anchored by a small stone on my carpet.

I looked around the corridor. There was no one but I still hesitated. I counted to ten before bending and snatching the paper up. There was nothing written on it so I turned to the other side.

“You don’t like flowers?” Was scribbled in well-trained cursive.

*****

The Benz was waiting for me again outside my apartment when I arrived, heels in hand. And beside the Benz was the same man from the night before. This time, he had in his hand a large bottle of expensive wine and another bag.

“Miss Moore?”

“I know,” I sighed, pausing in front of him. “Tell your boss I am exhausted…”

“He hasn’t asked you to come,” he interrupted.

He stretched the wine and the bag to me and I hesitated. Seconds later, I grabbed the bag and peered into it and though the contents were covered, I could tell what it was: takeout.

Before my lips could part and reject the offer, my stomach rumbled.

An hour later, I settled into my bath with a full stomach, my new bottle of wine, and a wide smile on my face. Okay, he was good

There were no papers on my carpet the next morning, but the Benz was there when I returned, with another bottle of wine and more food. This time, I got a Chinese food called a Burger. The wine tasted fruity and I ended up spending most of my night reading up on my new friend. Which gave me another idea: why don’t I surf th

e internet and read about my other new friend?