Billionaire bloodline

Chapter 7

Cleo’s pov

I agree that New York City is beautiful at any time of the day, but you see, the night takes the spotlight, or maybe it’s just me who finds the lights pretty. Either way, I prefer the night. Just watch the stars with a glass of red wine and imagine all my dreams coming true. It’s breathtaking, and staying in Manhattan, in the middle of the city, I get to take it all in.

It’s Friday night, and I'm out here watching the lights while people my age are dancing their hearts out in clubs. Even during my varsity days, I hardly went to groove. Boring is how my friends refer to me—those party animals. I laughed at that. I have always sheltered myself, not because my parents raised me like that; I did it because I wanted to.

I am working a very well-paying job, so I have to do something this weekend. John asked me to go have drinks with him when I am free, so I might as well take him with me tomorrow.

"Where’s my phone?" I saw it at the edge of the bed, and I tried reaching while folded on the sofa next to the window.

"Oh great! Now I have to stand up and lose my comfortable position because when I come back, I won’t be as comfortable as I am. It's too bad I have no choice. I stood up, took my phone, and threw myself back on the sofa. I unlocked my phone and searched for his number.

He answered after two rings.

"Hello, beautiful." He answered quite sexily for a social call.

"Hi, I just wanted to know if you are busy tomorrow. I am thinking of doing something fun, like a walk in Central Park and visiting an art gallery."

You call that fun? I thought.

"And we will do lunch in between or after?"

"Yeah sure."

"Of course I am available. For now, I'm going clubbing with Zane and others; don’t you want to come with me?"

"No, thank you. I just want to call it a day."

"Alright, sleep tight then."

"Bye." The call ended.

I continued to stare at the beauty of New York until I emptied my glass of wine. And went to bed.

I woke up at eight o’clock straight; there was just no annoying alarm that woke me up. That's what I call a great day.

I made my bed, took a shower, and wore my gym gear. I went downstairs and prepared a smoothie, took a protein bar, and went to the gym. People always give me funny vibes at the gym; apparently I have a slender body, a slim waist, curves, and a round ass, but I still go to the gym. I have always been petite, but not with this many curves and a thick buttock. They developed as I started working out, so that’s why I still go to the gym to maintain them.

Two hours later, I went back to the house, cleaned quickly, had food, and went to take a shower.

It’s mid-June, and New York is hot, so I need an outfit to protect me from the heat. I went with a long-sleeve crop top, a long, tight skirt, and sneakers. All back. I know I am not doing any justice, but I like making a statement. I decided to put down my hair and apply light lipgloss.

We decided to start at an art gallery. As we were about to go inside, my phone rang, and I was looking for it in my purse when I bumped into a muscular man.

I murmured,"Sorry." Without looking at the stranger.

"Watch where you are going." He growled as he walked away. I definitely have something to say: "Same goes for you, grum--." Only when he turned around did I realise that this voice belonged only to my arrogant boss, and I quickly ran inside. John was laughing his ass off at the encounter. I couldn't even answer the phone.

"Can you stop laughing? That guy might make my life a living hell in the office."

"Or lose your job." He said this as he laughed more.

"Oh, he wouldn’t dare." I exclaimed, walking further into the gallery.

John dropped me off at home around 5 in the evening. I just need to take a bath, head to bed with pizza and wine, and watch movies till I fall asleep. I only noticed now that I am home sick and decided to book tickets for tomorrow. I will suffer for this, but then I don’t really mind. I will just go for a Sunday lunch and come back with a four o'clock flight. I will surely pay for two 6-hour flights in one day with body aches.