The Billionaire's Weekend Bride by Kimmy Love Read Free Book Online Page B

wasn't like she'd miss this job, but she slowly felt as if she was losing a grip on life. She had to get out of there. Crossing her arms, Sonia began the long walk home.
     
       ***
     
    When Bibi got back to the apartment after saying goodbye to Sonia, she arrived to see a tall figure at the front door. It was a good looking man, standing there with a bunch of flowers in his hand and talking urgently to someone on his cell. Bibi hadn't seen this guy around before and figured he must be waiting for someone. She smiled as she approached him.
     
    “Excuse me,” he said, hanging up on whoever he was speaking to. “Do you by any chance know a girl by the name of Sonia? She lives on the top floor.”
     
    “Depends,” said Bibi, not opening the door yet. “Who wants to know?”
     
    “Well, I met her last Saturday and I was hoping to see her again.”
     
    “Last Saturday?” Bibi screwed up her face suspiciously. “Are you the jerk from the escort job?”
     
    “The very same,” Damian said looking down at his feet for a brief second. “You know her right? Are you the friend who was out of town last weekend, by any chance?”
     
    “The very same.”
     
    “I'm sorry. I'm not making any sense. Can we start again?” Bibi did not answer. “I'm Damian,” he continued. “I made a huge mistake last week. I'm guessing Sonia told you what I did and I'm also guessing she's mad at me – with good cause – and I want to apologize.”
     
    “With those?” Bibi nodded to the flowers. “It'll take more than a bouquet of roses to make up for what you did.”
     
    “I know, but I still need to try. I only found out after contacting the agency that I shouldn't have left the money.”
     
    “And you shouldn't have told the agency about the money because now Sonia is out of a job,” she retorted.
     
    “I know,” Damian said. “And that's the other thing I have to apologize for.”
     
    Bibi pursed her lips together to stop the barrage of abuse she'd like to hurl at this guy. It was because of this rich, pompous idiot that her friend was now working in that sleazy joint. “Well, she's not here.”
     
    “Any idea when she'll be back?” Damian ventured, seeing the anger in Bibi's eyes.
     
    “Late. I'll tell her you called.” Bibi rummaged for her keys.
     
    “No, I must see her tonight. I can't let this hang over us for another day.”
     
    “Up to you,” Bibi said and let herself into the building, leaving Damian standing outside, clinging to the flowers.
    About an hour later, Bibi looked out of the living room window and saw that Damian was still standing downstairs on the street in exactly the same spot, like a soldier on guard duty.
     
    “Hey,” she shouted down. “She's going to be really, really late, you know?”
     
    “That's okay,” he called up. “I'll still wait.”
     
    “Suit yourself.” She slammed the window shut.
     
    Damian stood waiting for an hour and there was no sign of Sonia. He loosened his tie, shifted from one foot to the other and kept checking his watch. He looked at the flowers every now and again to make sure they were still looking alive. He had bought the biggest bunch he could, even though he knew it was a futile gesture, but etiquette told him he shouldn't show up empty handed.
     
    Soon, a light sprinkling of summer rain began to fall. It left droplets on the rose petals and on Damian's expensive suit. He didn't try to find shelter, he just waited. Soon he heard footsteps along the sidewalk and looked up to see a familiar figure coming towards him. It was Sonia but she was scantily dressed in denim shorts that showed a lot of leg and a tight, low-cut t-shirt that showed her navel and covered very little else. She had no purse and she looked exhausted.
     
    He was shocked to see her like that and ran along the road to greet her.
     
    “What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped before he could even say a word. She was tired from having to walk so far. She'd had