My Poor Billionaire

Chapter 2

MY POOR BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER TWO

The sound of birds chirping outside wakes me up instantly.

I sit upright on what feels so hard like the cold floor and take in my surroundings. I'm lying on the floor of my messy bedroom.

I groan in response to my aching head and struggle to get unto my feet without toppling over my own feet. At least the annoying music has stopped.

I instantly freeze at the moment at the thought of the music. There was a party last night. There was a party at my apartment last night. I can still remember the number of uninvited and invited people that showed up for my house or... apartment warming party. And I can also remember clearly how I complained when these people I didn't even know kept playing songs I didn't like. I remember drinking more than I can take, bragging that I had a high tolerance for alcohol which of course holds no truth.

I remember all of it.

Suddenly, a shirtless man emerges from my bathroom, making me take a step back in shock. What the hell was he doing in my personal bathroom? Didn't I make it clear to them to use the one downstairs?

But with the complete look of confusion on his face, I can tell that he was controlled by alcohol too and maybe ended up sleeping in my bathroom.

"I'm so sorry," and with these words, he races out of my bedroom holding his clothes to his chest.

I hope he hasn't ruined my bathroom. I think as I make it downstairs. Clothes and empty beer bottles are lying everywhere in my apartment and this drives me crazy. I wake two people who are passed out on the staircase up and tell them to go home, the party's over.

With every piece of clothing I pick up and every empty beer bottle I pick up, I wake the strangers up to go home. By the time the apartment is rid of everyone, I go over to the kitchen to wake my friends up. Kayla is sleeping on the counter with her head on Ryan's back.

"Time to go, Kayla. Ryan," I shout patting them on the back and throwing three empty beer cans into the bin.

Kayla opens her eyes and stretches her body. "What time is?"

"It's 9."

Her eyes quickly flutter open again and she freezes. "9!!! What the f**k! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!"

Her screaming wakes Ryan up and he looks around confused. We all drink too much.

Kayla struggles to gather her things into her handbag which looks like it's about to burst open. "Where's my phone? Where the hell is my phone?! I can't lose this job! What will happen to my son if I do?" she cries as she scurries around in search of her phone.

I just roll my eyes and just gather the rubbish in the sink to dispose of them. She should have thought about Rafael before she invited so many people to this party when it was supposed to be just the three of us, me, Ryan and her!

Ryan stretches quietly and takes a quick glance at his watch. "Why is she so worked up? There's no way she's already late."

I laugh quietly and shake my head, "There's an occasion today. Her company has a new boss and she has to show up early to help them prepare the place up for him," I reply.

Ryan nods in awe. "I have to go too. Mia wants me to pick up some groceries for her."

I nod and kiss him goodbye as he leaves. "See you in the afternoon!"

He waves his hands at me dismissively and shortly the door to my apartment shuts close. I heave a deep sigh as I wash the dishes. I'm all alone in my new apartment. Just me.

But I guess I thought too soon because I hear the sound of something falling in the living room.

"Hello? Ryan? Are you still there?" I call out as I wipe my hands and head for the living room to hear who it is.

Standing in the living room with their back to me is a tall man. Was he here before? I don't remember someone coming to my party wearing a suit.

"Excuse me, the party's over. Everyone is supposed to go home," I say as quietly as I can.

Maybe he's drunk and considering I'm all alone in this apartment with him, I can't blow anything.

Slowly, his back tenses and he turns around to face me. A small smile curling at the corner of his lips as a familiar face comes into view.

"Long time, Rosa Banks."

My fingers quickly ball into a fist by my side and I groan inwardly with anger. What the hell is he doing here?

"You..."

"We already went through that phase last night, let's not go there," he slips his hands into the pocket of the trousers he's wearing. He never ceases to amaze me with the spotless suits he wears. What would you expect from someone who owns a big fashion company?

"Last night?" his words finally hit me hard in the face and forces me into the depths of the night. I can now remember someone knocking on my door at 2 AM and I remember opening it to see him. But I don't know what happened next. "What phase are you even talking about?"

"Oh, I guess you don't remember. You had too much to drink and you called me by my first name and threw up on one of my favorite suits and I had to carry you to bed," he waves his left hand around to match his words.

Raymond Connor hasn't changed one bit. He still speaks with so much cockiness and confidence. So why the hell is he in my f*****g apartment? Why is he even so shocked that I called him by his first name? I'm not working for him anymore, am I?

"Well, none of that explains what the f**k you are doing in my apartment!" I almost scream at him.

His head falls into his hand as he holds the bridge of his nose and sigh. "Alcohol does make you a bit crazy sometimes."

"Excuse me?" I ask stepping more into the living room.

I am pissed off by how dirty my apartment is. How many people were here last night? And seeing Connor here isn't making it any better. I'm this close to snapping.

"Like I said last night, I'm in a difficult situation right now so I need somewhere to stay for a while," he waves his hands around again like it's no big deal.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I scoff crossing my hands over my chest and casting my gaze away. "And why would you want to come here? Have you forgotten how you treated me just weeks ago?"

He sighs and massages the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to calm himself down. "You have an eye for quality things. I love this apartment. Good choice. I'm heading out for a while and I will be back very late. Don't wait up for me."

And with these simple words, Raymond strolls gracefully out of the apartment. Leaving me speechless. I give out a deep sigh after I hear the door close behind him. "What the hell was that? I'm sure he's drunk or one of us is drunk or both of us are drunk because nothing of what he said, makes any sense."

I shake the thought away and walk back to the kitchen to continue with the dishes. When I'm done, my head and body are aching all over so I take two aspirins and fall asleep in the couch, praying that all this was a bad dream.