Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

The host asks everyone to be seated, so I look around the tables to see if there is an empty spot. There are few, so I choose the one nearest to me. As I make my way through the tables, I realize that the seat next to me is occupied by none other than Coraline Granger.

She looks so different from the girl she once was but similar at the same time. For example, her previous bob-cut style haircut is gone, replaces by luscious platinum blond curls that rivulet down her naked shoulders. Her gorgeous blue eyes, larger than life and electric, flashes t her friends, crinkling at the corners as she laughs at something they say. Her face gleams like the full moon, her makeup almost non-existent. Ruby-red lips contrast dizzyingly with the pearlescent tone of her teeth. She wears diamonds in her ears and neck, with a plain, black strapless dress.

She looks so mature and sophisticated.

Beautiful.

I could hear the conversation she’s having with her friends even from here, them inquiring her about her whereabouts and her life.

“How have you been, Coraline? Girl, you look so gorgeous.”

“How’s university treating you?”

“You got a boyfriend yet? Go on, don’t be shy.”

She used to be very open and friendly, nice enough compared to Jon, so I risk it and decide to take the seat next to her. And it’s not like I’m going to hit on her or creep her out. I just want a seat and maybe some platonic company for the evening.

take a seat because as soon as Coraline

sit here,” putting her hand on the chair as if she’s trying to protect it, Coraline states, “Please find somewhere

good grace to blush, certain that I was about to take someone’s seat,

glances at her friends, and when she turns back to me there is a

in the back of my mind. Something tells me that smirk

next to a hobo like you. Are you lost or something? Because this is not the sort of place where we’d have the misfortune of bumping into someone like

around the table grinds to a halt as I stare at her, processing what she’d just uttered. What is this, be an asshole to Jace week? Why was everyone so up against me? I don’t think I’ve

my initial shock. “That was a little uncalled for, isn’t it?

decency to dress in something better,” Jon’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to see him sauntering towards us. His expression morphs into that of disgust as he

reason, although I have dressed up in the best clothes I own. Jeans, shirts,

able to call upon your

as I look down

gagging before turning her attention to Jon’s shoes, “Compared to yours,

leather, positively shimmering in the evening lights. There’s a harness with black metal buckles going around the ankle and down to the crevice between his sole

huff of laughter that escapes my throat, making everyone glare at

myself under control. “But Jon, I think someone