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.

between the walls, my face and his feet. "Umm... you can still do whatever brought you

chuckled. "It's not that. I was already heading

and stepped out of

fond

do things first flooding my mind, as I wordlessly walked out of the door. I heard

guess this is good night

nodded. "Yep. Good

his response, I made my way to

to the other as

parking lot. I saw him go

I groaned as I desperately wished for a taxi. It felt like that night again. That first night he offered me

bag and began to order a ride. But I didn't need to

the car's front door opened

He tried to hide it but

cleared my throat. "Is

You don't have

problem." I tapped my phone then pointed down the

slowly and looked down the

heaved a sigh

walked back to his car Then I was

he closed his

and leaned on it.

and he shrugged. "I'm not leaving until

my phone's screen. The nearest ride

a while until Aiden pushed