Mr. Billionaire And Her ✔

Prologue

Jessica's picture on the side/above.

Please ignore weird typos and grammatical errors!
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Jessica Summers

Work wasn't tiring today like every other day. I have been working in this cafe almost for a month as a waitress now. Before, I used to work from morning till evening, but not from today. Mrs. Goldman; the owner of the cafe, found another waitress. She will be working the morning shift, while I'll be working the afternoon shift.

I really liked this job though I knew I was capable of something more.

As I came out of the cafe, the cool breeze which was replaced by the heat of the day hit my face, a small smile spread across my lips. I saw the sun sink lower in the sky, draining the light of the day as I walked the way back to home. It was a beautiful evening.

My parents' unexpected death put me into a difficult phase which affected me a whole lot and also my studies in college.

After I got my diploma and graduated, aunt Lisa; my Dad's sister, offered me to stay with her until I found a job and a small house. I agreed to it. Not that I wanted to but since I didn't have much money to rent a house and nor a job, I had no choice left.

I never liked being dependent on anybody. My parents always let me be myself and enjoy my freedom.

I missed them.

Coming back to the present, my aunt was nice. I was not too close to her as I never met her after her husband and son's death which was ten years ago. She never came to meet us. Living with her now had not got me any closer to her but she was pretty good with me.

By the time I reached home it was almost dark. Opening the door, I heard my aunt speaking to someone, I guess her friend.

These days she was very busy with her friends. Either they were here at her house or aunt Lisa was at theirs. I met some of them when they were here, they were not bad. They all loved to get together and party.

As I made my way to the living room I was surprised to see a guy sitting on the couch.

“Oh! Jessica is here. Jessica, come meet Mark, one of my friends and Mark this is Jessica, my niece.” my Aunt introduced.

Friend? The guy looked around twenty five and my Aunt was in her mid forties. He looked more like a son than a friend.

Mark stood up and held his hand out at me while his eyes checked me out from top to bottom. I immediately disliked him. Such a pervert.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Your Aunt speaks a lot about you.” his tone immediately brought an unwell feeling inside me. He was not a good person.

I faked a smile at him, shaking his hand with mine before instantly pulling back my hand from his firm grip.

What was this type of guy doing here?

“Hi, Aunt Lisa never really told me about her male friends. It's nice to meet you too. Excuse me I have to go and freshen up, enjoy your time.” with that said I came to my room.

From when did Aunt Lisa make such friends? I had never seen him before. May be he was one of her friend's son. Looking at him, something didn't seem right. What could it be?

Or may be my brain was over thinking.

Clearing my mind, I took a towel with my undergarments and went to the attached bathroom.

After a warm, not too long shower I wore my undergarments and wrapped the towel around me and walked out of the bathroom and to the small cupboard, to take my clothes.