Do it
Do it
DO IT YOU COWARD!
I gulped. “Okay, here goes nothing. I murmured stuffing my face with a shortbread cookie.
The cursor hovered dangerously over the s
search button right next to Austin Richard Hamilton’s name in the Google search bar.
“Ugh, no.” I grumbled withdrawing my hand from the mouse. Wasn’t this considered stalking? I’m googling Austin for Pete’s sake.
How twisted could I get?
Don’t overthink Sophia. People google other people all the time.
Tango’s barking snapped me from my internal battle.
Saved by the bark.
I stood up and hurried to the door where Tango stood barking, signaling someone was coming over.
I opened the door and frowned, no one was there. I looked around seeing if somebody possibly might be standing but I saw nobody while Tango continued to bark behind me, goosing my behind with his wet nose.
I closed the door and crouched down to the barking beagle.
“What is it baby? There’s no one out there, who are you barking at?”
Tango continued to growl, sniffing at the door.
I peered out of the window. Still no one. What was up with him?
wood up patting my baggy pants.
“Come on, boy. I have some tasty beef jerky’s just for you. Come on, Tango!” I whistled but Tango stayed put still sniffing at the
door.
Weird. Tango always perks s up and acts as if he’s on crack whenever I mention beef jerky’s.
I frowned but brushed his odd behavior. He must’ve caught scent of our neighbor’s new boxer.
Shoving boxer- beagle mating ideas out of my awfully twisted brain I returned to my computer where the search engine was
waiting for me.
I was about to click on the mouse when my phone started ringing, interrupting me. Again.
Was it Austin?
I grabbed my phone expecting him but my smile dropped when I read my boss’s callername.
Great, who is blessed enough to have their boss call on a freaking Sunday?
Yay! Me.
I mean, this was a weekend, which abnormal person worked on weekends? Cue dramatic sobs.
I picked up the call, sighing.
“Hey Deb. How’s it going? Isn’t it a lovely Sunday afternoon? I emphasized.
Deborah sighed.
*Sophia, yes, yes, I know it’s Sunday but I really need you, right now. Do you remember the special client I wanted you to work with? Well, I want you to meet her today itself at Le Meriah at four. You have exactly an hour. I’ll text you the details.”
“But Deb! It’s Sunday!”
Chyme &– Death by Ficherka sm. “Do you have any plans?”
“Well..no, but-”
“I thought so.”
Ouch.
“But-”
“Sophia, I garuntee you a hefty bonus and possibly a promotion if that book hits bestseller’s, okay?”
I swallowed, that was a deal I simply couldn’t resist.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Great. Dress well,”
Why not just send Marc Jacobs over? I mentally grumbled.
Gah, was it possible to die by walking on heels?
Death by pitchforks strapped to my feet.
Sounds classy, eh?
Not.
The stupid yet gorgeous nude Prada heels I was wearing were stabbing my poor fragile feet.
How some women walked on these every day was beyond me. I would rather start a ballet flat’s revolution.
Right now I wanted to throw my heels away but I couldn’t afford to
Why?
They’re Prada! They cost a king’s ransom.
(Though I got them for free. *cough* Alex *cough*)
But still.
Women like me aren’t rich enough to toss stuff that costs the gross national product just because it is more ancient than yesterd
ay!
As they say, only the rich can afford to be crazy.
Rich. Austin…
Jesus, brain. Shut up.
I settled my aquamarine dress as I made my way to Le Meriah. This restaurant is one of the best restaurants, but then again it was expensive too. This was an all–elite place. Hell, even buying water might burn a hole in my wallet.
I sincerely hoped my new client was not one of those ‘stick–my–nose–in–the–air–because–it’s–too–low–for–earth‘ kind of person.
Snobby wasn’t my type
The waiter escorted me to my table where a red headed bombshell with unique sparkling violet eyes sat, waiting for me.
Aerin Richardson Debutante authoress.
I smiled at her as I sat down.
Aerin grinned warmly at me flashing me her pearly white teeth.
“Hil I am so glad to meet you Sophia, Deborah tells me you are the best editor Crossword has and I am so honored to have you
helping me with my first novell
I smiled at her. Definitely not snobby, quite easy going.
“Thank you Aerin. So, tell me about yourself.”
The next two hours went chatting with Aerin. She was the same age as me and recently married to long time sweet heart famous hotelier Jace Richardson. She told me about her hobbies and her passion for writing. We discussed her manuscript and agreed for coffee tomorrow morning-
Aerin was a bubbly and outgoing woman. She was like one of those people who practically glowed with happiness. I could smell new roots of friendship with her. We immediately clicked.
It was worth working on Sunday after all.
After we were done, I decided to return home and take Tango for a walk.
And that’s when my phone rang with Austin’s name flashing on the screen.
I
My heart did a weird flip. Was I worthy to talk to a millionare? Me, the major misfit?
Stop overthinking and pick the goddamn phone! Besides just because he owns a lot of money doesn’t change much.
Sheesh, bossy conscience.
“Hey there, cupcake.”
“H–hi, Mr. Richpants.” I greeted, miserably failing to sound smooth.
Austin chuckled.
“Gotta admit, that nickname’s growing on me.”
I smiled.
“Well, of course it would. It was given to you by Sophia the Great.” I playfully remarked.
Austin laughed his deep honey like laugh, making little butterflies flutter in the lining of my belly.
“What would I do without you, my Highness? He cheekily retorted.
“Nothing, nothing at all poor minion. You are doomed without me!” I continued the charade, grinning goofily.
“Of course, you goof”
“How dare you call Sophia the Great a goof? Off with your head!” I fake–roared acting like a cringe–worthy Queen of hearts.
Somebody award me an Oscar.
Austin cleared his throat.
“Of course not. Pardon me, your majesty. I beg your forgiveness.”
If I told somebody that The Austin Richard Hamilton called me ‘Majesty and begged for forgiveness, would they believe me?
Not a chance.
“You are forgiven, foolish minion.”
Austin laughed.
“Okay can I get my cupcake back? Queen of hearts is kinda exhausting me.” He joked but all I could register was:
My cupcake. He called me his cupcake.
“Okay, I’m back to normal.” I said acting as if my cheeks were not on fire at the moment.
*So what were you upto?”
“I was going home. I dined at Le Meriah with a client for her new book.”
“You dined at Le Meriah?”
“Yeah.”
Really?
“Uh yes? Why are you asking?”
“Nothing.” He clipped.
I frowned. That was odd.
I decided to drop the topic.
“So.. minion. Have you read the The Fault in Our stars?”
Holy popsiclepops.
I called this man minion?!
Shoot me with a rusted bullet.
I stared wide eyed with my mouth hanging open unattractively at the computer screen.
There he was. Made up of millions of tiny little pixels.
Austin Richard Hamilton.
The man with the net worth of more than a billion dollars.
And the worst part?
This guy was drop dead–make–nuns–drop–their–panties” gorgeous. He was easily one of the hottest guys I’d laid my eyes on. Hell, his name was ranking third on the Forbes sexiest and richest bachelor list.
I wiped the drool collecting at the side of my mouth and smacked myself.
“Don’t be cliché Sophia. Drooling over random guys on internet? Control your whoremones.”
Except this was no ‘random‘ guy. This chocolate eyed Greek god was Austin flippin Hamilton, the billionaire I dialed and embarrassed myself with one fateful night.
Just my luck.
I scrolled down his bio and gasped.
Popsiclepops.
Austin Richard Hamilton was the one of the youngest billionaire’s in the world who owned a chain of five star hotels all over the globe and twenty restaurants, ten Michelin stars and five of them in LA. One of them being…Le Meriah.
Oh god.
I was at his restaurant this afternoon? No wonder he acted all weird.
But that little fact sent for some weird reason a flurry of excited butterflies in my belly,
I googled more of his pictures greedily but then I realized how much of a creep I was acting like and logged off with a drumming
heart.
“Austin Richard Hamilton. You just flipped my world inside out.” I breathed.
Tango’s barking snapped me from my fangirl daze.
I found Tango growling ferociously at the door scratching at the oakwood.
I frowned, this was definitely not a boxer problem..
I opened the door but saw nobody. Again.
What the hell?
I looked around till my gaze landed on a large box at my porch.
I picked up the box trying to make out what was in it, but I could only hear a soft rustle inside.
Convinced that it did not have a time bomb, I carried it inside the house.
Setting the box on the table, I opened the lid and gasped.
Oh my god. I shuddered.
Inside the box sat the most preposterous plece of flimsy, honeymoon lacy lingerie that looked like it belonged to some porn star
and right next to the lingerie sat two handcuffing velvet ropes with a very inappropriate s*x toy.
Who on earth would dare do this?
I felt infuriated all my bubbly mood going down the drain.
This was definitely a nasty prank.
I ripped the card reading my name off the lid and flipped it to read the message, seething with anger.
Sophie,
Soon
Baby, I hope you loved this gift. I want you to wear this while I use your body till you’re broke. I’ll come after you so
Wait for me.
PS I picture you in these every night
-Your only love, Ryan.
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