Mabel is a 21 year old lady working as an editor in a middle class company named Media hall, it's a company that deals with news, reports and entertainments.
Her parents passed away when she was 12, in a car accident, leaving no property behind...
Mabel's POV: I stood in my kitchen, elbow-deep in flour as I struggled to prepare the batter for my blueberry muffins. Today had been a disaster from the start. I'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and to make matters worse, my muffins weren't turning out as expected. The kitchen was a mess, with flour covering every surface, including my face and arms. I wore a simple pair of shorts and a black baggy top, my hair tied up in a messy bun.
As I tossed the last batch of burnt muffins into the trash can, my frustration boiled over. This was my last chance to get it right, as I'd exhausted all my ingredients. I carefully placed the final batch in the oven and set the timer.
Just as I let out a sigh of relief, my doorbell rang. My anger surged, and I marched to the doorstep, thinking it was my nosy neighbor. I flung the door open, ready to unleash my frustration.
"What do you wa—" My words caught in my throat as I took in the person standing before me. It wasn't my nosy neighbor. It was Jake, standing at my doorstep with an amused look on his face.
My mouth hung open as I stood there, frozen in surprise. I couldn't tear my gaze away from Jake, drinking in the sight of him. His eyes roamed over my body, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. I felt a surge of confusion and irritation, my brows furrowing as I wondered what was so amusing.
"What's so funny?" I asked, my tone laced with annoyance. "Do I look like a clown?"
He chuckled, and I felt a surge of confusion and irritation.
"Not the reaction I expected, but this will do," he said plainly, leaving me even more perplexed.
"How long will you make me stand?" he whined, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Come in," I said, stepping aside to let him enter.
He walked in, stopping inches away from me, and whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You've got flour all over you."
I rushed into the kitchen, his charming laughter echoing behind me. Thankfully, my muffins were ready, and this time, they turned out perfectly.
As I packaged the muffins, my body still trembled from Jake's sudden closeness. I returned to the living room, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight before me. Jake was seated on the couch, his head resting on the headrest, fast asleep.
I moved closer, taking in his breathtakingly handsome features. No wonder girls fawned over him.
With a shaky breath, I reached out to gently trace his face. His skin was smooth, and I wondered if he used skincare.
Just as I was lost in thought, Jake pulled my hand, and I landed on top of him. Startled, I asked, "What are you doing?" my voice trembling.
"Relax," he whispered, his face inches from mine.
I closed my eyes, anticipating what would happen next. But instead of a kiss, I felt his fingers gently dusting the flour off my hair.
I opened my eyes, feeling a pang of disappointment, and looked at him. "There, all done," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
He gazed at me, his eyes narrowing. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing," I replied briefly, quickly standing up.
Jake's smirk caught me off guard. "Or were you expecting something else?" he teased.
Heat crawled up my neck as I hastily excused myself and fled to my room. I steadied my breath, mortified by my earlier expectations. I took a quick shower, grateful that I had brushed my teeth earlier. The thought of Jake smelling my morning breath would have been too embarrassing to bear.
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As I stood under the warm water, I couldn't help but think about how I had embarrassed myself in front of Jake.
I emerged from the bathroom and quickly scanned my wardrobe for what to wear. After scanning through all my outfit, I settled on wearing a skin coloured short sleeved knee length gown. I let my hair down and paired my outfit with a black purse and black loafers.
I emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed. I quickly scanned my wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit. After browsing through my clothes, I settled on a skin-colored, short-sleeved, knee-length gown. The simple yet elegant design would help me feel more composed after my earlier embarrassment.
I let my hair down, allowing it to cascade down my back in loose waves. To complete my outfit, I paired the gown with a sleek black purse and black loafers. I sprayed on perfume and took one last glance at the mirror. Feeling more confident, I took a deep breath and headed back out to face Jake.
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Mabel's outfit....
I walked back into my living room, feeling confident in my outfit. I checked the time on my phone and saw that it read 7:48 am. I had 12 minutes left to deliver the muffins. Jake was still seated on the couch, busy with his phone, when I approached him. He raised his head upon hearing my footsteps, and I caught a smile tugging at his lips.
"How do I look?" I asked, twirling, mimicking Fiona's signature move. Jake paused, looking at me from head to toe. I fiddled with my fingers, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"You look gorgeous," he said, his tone laced with sincerity. I broke out into a warm smile.
"I...I have to deliver these to the pastry shop across the street," I said, pointing to the box of muffins. "Would you accompany me?" I asked softly.
"Of course," he replied, grabbing the box while I grabbed my car keys and apartment keys. We stepped out, and I locked the doors.
As we headed out, Jake stopped me. "Where are you going? We'll ride in my car." He led me to a breathtakingly gorgeous sleek red Ferrari sports car. My eyes widened in awe.
"How many cars does he have?!" I thought.
Jake opened the door for me, and I smiled at his kind gesture. He placed the boxes in the back seat and sat down in the driver's seat. As he started the engine, I couldn't help but feel thrilled at the thought of riding in an expensive car with a billionaire by my side. A wide grin spread across my face.
Fiona would love to hear about this!
As we drove, I couldn't resist stealing side glances at Jake. His sleeves were folded up to his elbow, revealing his veiny arms. I gulped at the sight, feeling a flutter in my chest.
"Am I that handsome? You can't even take your eyes off me," Jake teased, catching me off guard.
I quickly looked out the window, my face burning with embarrassment. "We're here," I said, trying to composed myself.
Jake parked the car, and I hastily grabbed the boxes and rushed inside the pastry shop. The owner greeted me with a warm smile. "You're on time today."
I returned her smile as she took the boxes from me and handed me my pay. After bidding her goodbye, I mentally prepared myself to face Jake again.
As I walked back to the car, I couldn't help but wonder why my heart raced whenever I was around Jake. "Does he feel the same way?" I pondered.
Jake always seemed so calm and composed, while I was a blushing mess.
I got into the car, and we drove out of the parking lot. My concern for Jake's well-being got the better of me, and I blurted out, "Have you eaten? How was the flight?"
Jake chuckled lightly, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Thought you would never ask," he teased.
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Well, tell me," I encouraged.
"The flight was tiring, and I haven't eaten yet," he replied.
I frowned, feeling sympathetic. "Sorry about that," I said softly.
Jake's smile returned, and he said, "I would have loved to eat your food, though. But since you're dressed so beautifully, we'll eat out instead."
My cheeks flushed at the compliment. "Where are we going?" I asked curiously.
Jake's eyes sparkled with amusement. "It's a surprise," he said, leaving me wondering. . . . . . . . ~~~~~ A/N ~~~~~ Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter as much as I did??