Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

When I reached downstairs, I saw the manager at the back of the counter. There were two girls and a boy. He looked like he was giving them instructions.

It was now night time and the bar was filled more than it was when I first arrived here.

When I stopped before the counter, the bar girl and boy from earlier flashed me shy smiles and continued whatever they were doing. I returned their smiles and glanced at the manager. The moment his gaze fell on me, he abruptly left them and hurried up to me.

He cut a brief glance to the door. "I'm sorry, he's not back. Have you tried to reach him?" He started to reach into his pocket, "I could call him if—"

"There's no need for that, manager," I told him. I'd lose my mind if I had to wait a second more.

"I'm sorry I—"

"No please, there's no problem. I've just decided to wait for him at home."

He looked calmer as he nodded. "Alright then. I'll tell him you stopped by when he returns."

"Thank you so much."

With that, I said my goodbyes and headed to the door that led outside. Then I suddenly heard, "Hey, hey!"

As I turned around, I assumed that one of the customers had probably grown the balls to call out to me instead of just staring.

"Aiden?" I felt a deep crease in between my brows as I looked at him. I glanced behind him, at the seat he just exited. It was empty. "Hey. I was just stepping out and I realized that the person before me is you. Why are you here?" His gaze briefly scanned me.

"I just came to see Dennis." I added when a frown began to form on his face, "He owns the place."

"Oh," he mouthed as he nodded. "Okay," he said as he slid his hands into his front pocket.

shifting his gaze between the walls, my

"It's not that. I was already heading out. I'm

and stepped out of

me a fond smile. "Ladies

thought, memories of when we were younger and how he'd always insist that I do things first flooding my mind, as I wordlessly walked out of the door. I heard the click as

"I guess this is

nodded. "Yep. Good

his response, I made my way to

aside, shifting from one foot to the

to the parking lot. I saw him go into his car. I heard the

I desperately wished for a taxi. It felt like that night again. That first night he offered me a ride to the hospital.

my phone from my bag and began to order a ride. But I didn't need to because

the car's front door opened and Aiden

was a knowing smile on his face. He tried to hide it but I could see it. How could

cleared my throat. "Is

You don't

not a problem." I tapped my phone then pointed down the road. "My ride will

looked down the road. "Okay

sigh of

his car Then I was

when he closed

and leaned on it.

he shrugged. "I'm not leaving until you get

my phone's screen. The nearest ride was fifteen

that for quite a while until Aiden pushed off his car. "Come on, Ana,