Billionaire's Proposal: His Heiress

Chapter 6

“You aren't!” he says without looking at her as he grabs his suit top. “I hope not to

He says and walks to the door as she calls on him again.

“What's your name?”

“Will you show your face to me? I guess not!” he opens the door and walks away.

The way he talks makes her wonder if she has made a mistake or not? She wanted to know his name, at least but risking her face was a no to her.

How can a man be bittersweet and not a particular thing? She asks herself with a grimace settling, now she feels like a total slut.

That face! That body!

Neon’s POV:

“Neon? Neon f*****g Spark?”

Tesher calls out to Neon who is only an inch away from him, both seated in the car.

Neon’s eyes are struck and stuck on the lady who's standing on the Hazy’s exclusive parking space. His eyes are locked to the pair of oceanic blue eyes, her hands are pocketed into the pockets of the brown overcoat, standing still in a pair of brown boots.

As Neon’s car swerves past her, she instantly takes off her eyes while he remains in that peeking position until they are past her and the club completely.

Tesher gives Neon a light punch on the arm and he lazily turns to face his bugging friend, one in which they graduated senior high school together, except that she never studied in the same university but it didn't quench the flames of their friendship.

“What the heck, Tesh!” Neon snaps at him pulling an angry face and Tesher laughs mockingly instead.

“Do not give me that despicable, I mean, did you see the way you looked at that... that CRAP? Nah! You don't want to—”

“Why does it matter? And who says I'm gonna be with her after all? She only seems to... Nevermind!” he huffs lightly and looks away. Tesher stares blankly at the man next to him, he is unable to react to those words that seemed to convey what he could not tell.

“Ok-ay! You better not!” he snarls and looks away too, drumming his fingers on his thigh as the car moved. “Shauna texted earlier, she is going to catch a minute or two with her girls! It PISSES ME off. We had an agreement, we had a date until she came up with this... silly excuse—”

“Let her be man, you know how women act once they are THIS close to their wedding! I've heard stories, they are gonna talk about eternity, laugh and cry through it all. And drink as well!” Neon says to him in a more sarcastic manner and Tesher pouts, Neon lets out a wicked grin.

“Don’t start! Just quit or, okay?! Either way, Shauna will not cheat on me—i trust her and the girls!” he indignantly says and Neon chuckles lightly

“Yeah, that's a lot to trust! WOMEN! More like walking into hell to burn!”

Neon adds and turns away leaving Tesher to pound on his words but in a bit, Tesher comes off it and nods his head.

“Get yourself a life and a woman!”

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A series of activities has occurred in a span of days and Neon is not over the lady he met at the club, and also the blue eyed lady, and his father's two timing; they are all conflicting in his head. One way or the other, he had to adapt to his new reality.

Neon hasn't joined in for breakfast, lunch and was not planning on dinner either, he feels like the space isn't enough, he only thinks of how to leave for the summit and maybe resolve on how to make the situation change.

“Neon, you cannot keep refusing to talk to me! It is killing me slowly. At least, a moment would not hurt, would it?”

Claire sits next to him, he had attempted to leave but he could not, she remained his mother and maybe he needed to listen to her, he thinks carefully.

“Now is not a good time, I have to meet some investors in the next—”

“Enough already!” she frowns at him. “For how long? I didn't raise a sheep, did I? I guess not and so stop acting like a displaced being!”

“I can't believe you think that this is all about upbringing, mother, I lost Sparks’ Industry, I lost it. After my years of hard work and dedication, is that my payoff?” he asks, his baritone was louder than the way he spoke, deep and terrifying. She closes her nearly wrinkled hooded eyes and opens them again.

“That's not happening Neon, not under my watch! I feel your pain, it is not going to last for forever—just stick to me, I'll work it out!”

“That's confident too!” he snaps at her staring at the eyes, he is smirking but not excited, especially around his mother. “I was not the only one who got humiliated like some piece of s**t, was I? You smudged a part of it on you, mother, just stop pretending like everything is okay! It's not!” he raises his voice at her and she throws a slap on his face. His smirk fades into a frown, she could not hold it for too long, he has disrespected her, and he didn't have to remind her of who she was to her husband.

“You can forget everything but do try to forget the hands that fed you!” she says to me and finally walks out of his room, leaving the click lack sound of her heels. He takes a deep breath and drops carelessly on the couch in his bedroom. He kindly pours himself some whisky to whisk his mind away.