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"Who are you?" I asked controlling my face from concocting into a scowl. "Mr Dexter Alphi! You're hotter than I expected." She gave me a once over with parted lips before speaking. "Excuse me? Who are you?" I raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to get her thrown out of my mansion right away. "Someone who has had been crushing on you since so long." She walked closer. "Your father must have told you about me. Your girlfriend." She winked pocketing her hand as she chewed something. Narrowing my eyes, I inched closer to her in a dangerous way. "Oh! I welcome you politely." I sneered. She nodded evidently too excited. "But make sure.." My eyes shifted to her tongue with stuck out for micro second and then a bubble blew. I shifted back utterly disgusted by the fruity smell. Raspberry or blueberry. "Be in limits." I gritted. Her bubble burst and she closed her eyes tightly before opening them up again. "I'll try my best." She said, her tongue putting the bubble gum back into her mouth. "Disgusting." I looked away, feeling awful. "Disgustingly yours." She laughed evilly, voice full of sarcasm and conceit. ----------- Dexter Alphi. 33. Single. Billionaire. CEO of Alphi and Ryder LTD. When a girl, from absolutely nowhere is sent to be his girlfriend for the next eight months, thundering clouds fall on his head. But but but! He can not question father, can he now? What could go wrong with a chirpy, idiot, who is quite shameless and has a smart mouth to top it off? Yes, yes of course. His patience would be tested, anger will cross limits. Her chirping will get to him. Definition of hatred and irritation would be updated. Anything else? Drama. Lots of it. Still not enough. Alright! I added there a quintal of secrets and silent memories. What will happen if people don't be what they claim to? What will happen when masks fall off? When old grudges are fuelled and old enemies decide to return? Read on to find out!
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