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.

something like 'nice seeing you here' or 'nice bar, I've got to go,' but he remained there, smiling and shifting his gaze between the walls, my face and his feet. "Umm... you can still do whatever brought you here, you know. Dennis wouldn't chase you

not that. I was already heading

I said and stepped

me a fond smile.

insist that I do things first flooding my mind, as I wordlessly

guess this

"Yep.

I

one foot to the other as I waited for a

his time as he strolled to the parking lot. I saw him go into his

taxi. It felt like that night again. That first night he offered me

to order a ride. But I didn't need

sighed as the car's front door opened and Aiden

hide it but I could see

my throat.

You don't

a problem." I tapped my phone then pointed down the

and looked

a sigh of relief

to his car Then

when he closed his

and leaned on it.

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

at my phone's screen. The nearest ride was fifteen

stood like that for quite a while until Aiden pushed off his