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.

I should’ve asked her permission before trying to take a seat because as soon as

sorry, but you can’t sit here,” putting her hand on the chair as if she’s trying to protect it, Coraline

that I was

at her friends, and when she turns back to me there is a taunting smirk on

déjà vu in the back of my

to sit 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

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 even talked to Coraline

shock. “That was

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 looks me up and down, “What on earth made you think wearing that garbage here was

best clothes I own. Jeans, shirts, and a respectable coat. Should I have

to call upon your common sense,” Jon scoffs, “Did you get those shoes from a

as I

hideous,” Coraline added, fake gagging before turning her attention

the designer shoes that adorn his foot. They are back in color and look to be made of leather, positively shimmering in the evening lights. There’s a harness with black metal buckles

of laughter that

“But Jon, I think someone scammed you on those shoes. Those aren’t