Chapter 8

KIARA'S POV.

" Jim! You... You?.. "How are you driving a cab?" I ask many questions at the same time. I haven't seen him in a long time.The billionaire's son, who used to be my bestie, We were fine until he started confessing love—that feeling you get when your best friend does that—I plainly told him he was like a sister to me. These lines annoyed him like fuck. "Not even a brother, it's a sister," he commented.

"It's not a cab." Does it look like one? "I see you were in a hurry, so I offered you a ride."He said it with a smile.

"Ohhh... Thanks, sis!" As I say this, I lean back in my chair.

"Wtf"

Mila and Jim join the chorus.Jim immediately halts the car. I know his blood is really boiling. I never forget to remind him that he is like my own sister. a sister I never had. Then Mila should be my elder sister, while he should be the younger.

"I'm truly sorry, Jim.It was a mistake, okay. I apologized, realizing he would never turn on the ignition again until I did so.

He nods. One thing I admire ab about him isout him. He doesn't waste any time accepting an apology.

"And what's up with your dressing" He ask his brows draw close to each other and looking at me and then at Mila. I know what he is thinking. He had already warned Mila not to drag me to her wayward lifestyle.

"It's a costume party... We attended a costume party. Can you now, please, be a little faster? I need to get to work! To cover my tracks, I fabricate a lie.

He turns on the ignition and soon stops in front of my apartment. Mila lives in the next street, so we both alighted.

"I will see you then." "Should I drop you off at work?" Jim asks, also alighting from the car. I nodded without any hesitation. I watched as he sat at his car grill before moving up the stairs. It has always been his habit to wait at the bus stop instead of in his car.

Jim isn't bad-looking at all. Although he wasn’t a male model, he should have been. The lush, mother-lode-gold hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health. His only blemish was that he was beetle-browed, and they sometimes knitted in frustration.

The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority.

People had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing, wayfarer-blue eyes. Sloe-shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy. At other times, they could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing fire. Flamboyant of character, the room was always filled with his sonorous, rumbling voice. He was also quick to crack a joke or fire off a humorous retort. His rakish clothes were a source of amusement to some, not least because they emanated an herbal smell.

Overcoming the temptation to keep staring at him from my window, I take off my shoes and immediately go to the bathroom. The first thing I took off was the skimpy dress. I forbade myself from thinking about what happened the previous night. I quickly take a shower and put on my work uniform.

I am supposed to put it on when I get to work, but that will

be a delay, and a dangerous one at that.

I glance at the wall clock. I have twenty minutes to get to the Savante hotel and stand at the kitchen counter with my spatula and long chef's cap.

"Fuck!" I shouted and turned off the gas. I won't be able to eat anything today.

There's no time to check the mirror, but I must confirm that I tied my necktie perfectly. My boss might spare you anything but that. He is so sensitive to it.

I wear my black flats and close the door behind me.

"That was a quick one!" Jim commented once I got downstairs. I opened his front seat and sat down while he turned the ignition on and the speed off.