Billionaire Alpha Lowly Human Mate

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Cherokee's POV

How was this room, Vanessa sheltered her? Unspeakable.

Every time I stare at the mess my room is. Crumpled white green tissues piling up beside old sick tapes of pop gaudiness. Trying to discard my tasteless past, but I realized I can’t let go, what more are the others? The trail of tissues ends as the trail of clothes begins. Where the hell is my hamper? All the clothes sleep beside the trash can. The clothes and the trash mingle, and I have a sinking suspicion that I have mistakenly thrown out some clothes thinking that the trash can was the hamper.

There’s a part where I can put all of my accessories, but my earrings keep spilling out. There are hidden tissues everywhere. It’s like an Easter egg hunt. They keep popping up. I hate my allergic. What if I’m allergic to tissue and that’s why whenever I blow my nose, I have to do it again, like a mad vicious cycle.

At the foot of my mirror, there’s that beauty travel bag that I never unpacked. Lotion–I’d forgotten to take care of my skin. Old readings from lit class that I promised to read are all crammed in a paper bag. The blue broken weighing scale is sitting beside the weight of those unread stories.

As I look in my room, it stares back at me, with me being very horrified at how filthy it looks. There I am slowly plodding through the room with the furnace of disgusting smell, my feet were suddenly seeking in the abomination of clothes. It was too filthy for me to believe but that was all I had. I had no choice but to love it.

Taking a last look around the corner of my room and there was nothing more remaining for me to have. I lifted the backpack behind my shoulder, open the door, and made my way downstairs to the front door where a Mercedes C -class park waited.

Upon stepping outside I noticed everyone staring at me with an obvious glare. "Do you know where I'm going?" I ask them quietly, carefully not to let Vanessa hear.

The lady closest to me chuckled, "You are a lucky young girl, you are being picked by the late Billionaire's son. He's interested in you he wants you to come along with him. How were you able to pull that girl?" She asked with her eyes widened at me now. "Every girl in the neighborhood has a wish to have him at least he will provide for you everything you need. I wish I was the one in your shoes. You're going to be called Mrs.Scott, of the famous Scott billionaire family," she whispered to my ear. And smiled sheepishly.

Cherokee was over the moon. She thought of what she had done to gain his affection. She wants to get into his arms, her long-time neighborhood crush, and feel loved again after all these years.

Vanessa was still clinging at the doorstep giving her an evil stare. Brown Scott approached Cherokee with a beaming smile.

He hugs her. Cherokee's face fell. she couldn't believe it is Brown, the Billionaire's son who hugs her. This must be a dream. Getting off her room to the ground floor to bump on Brown is a gift of the day but to think that he came to take her is a miracle. She cherishes the moment a lot that she will never let go of her mind. She stares at him intensely that her eye could pierce into his soul! But she is doing it secretly and never to let him catch her.

"Come on beautiful, don't stand there staring at me that way." He said in a sweet low baritone voice. "Are you shy? Don't make me think you are."

Cherokee is trying her best to hide her feeling. She would never let him meet her gaze because she was afraid that he might discover her long erupting feelings for him. She was just not ready for a bad reaction, especially since she is scared he wouldn't reciprocate his feeling when he notices.

She directly looks away when he suddenly turned around.

Happiness flashed through from a premium smile on her cheeks. Then she thought to conceal it immediately, peradventure it was a mistake he came for her, she will be able to get over the heartbreak.

What if it is true he came for me but on seeing me now he hates me for not being all he wanted? Will someone not think I am miserable? I’m not even ready for another bad day at all together. Will they think I’m cursed? Will someone judge me? Will I be seen as awkward? I thought as I looked away from Brown in a split second.

"Quickly get your things into the boot and get in the back seat of the car, we have a party at the family house. I am running late already. Everyone is waiting for me I'm supposed to commence the party. We are marking an anniversary." I thought about what party or anniversary and why will I have to go with him. I am not part of his family. We never had a conversation about anything. I only caught sight with him on a random basis in the neighborhood when I want to tend their flower gardening and he would drive off in his Royce Rolls.

Like he knew I was confused Brown said. "I just want to take care of you and I want you to be safe. I have heard some awful things about the treatment you got from Vanessa, your Mom's bestie. And that is why I came to pick you up as I promised so you can stay with me at the family house. You don't need to thank me or think of paying me back not even with a marriage. I'll be fine, I'm hoping to find someone who will love me for who I am. And not for my wealth.