Her name is Mikan Sakura. She is 5'6 tall, nice, funny, brown elegant, has a nice family background, has good acting skills and has a nice home and single. And she's perfect to do the job as our mystery billionaire's play girlfriend. NxM forever.
Inspired by something I saw in the internet with a slight difference though. Hope you like it!!
:: Chapitre 1 ::
:: インターネットの広告 ::
:: The Ad in the Internet ::
::~|| Bloodyraven.13 ||~::
Mikan Sakura tossed and turned on her bed as her clean, white bed sheet and her light orange coloured blanket was messily moved under her. Her shirt came to her upper waist and her pajamas went up bellow her knee. Her elegant brown hair messily done on her fluffy orange pillow. Her cheeks were pink and her lips were red. Her skin was in the colour of the ivory. Her dark lashes slightly trembled as her orbs behind them were moving as she dreamt. The whistle of the wind rushed to her ear. Her room's window was open. The orange curtains swayed as the wind entered the room. The air ran down her body. The birds landed on her window and chirped, waking her up from her soft slumber.
Mikan sat up, her hair a mess. Her bangs were scattered all over her face. She lifted her hands slowly and sleepily and raked her hair with her bare hands. Her bangs fell smoothly to the side to her rosy cheeks. Her ivory skin glowed as the early sun's rays shone inside and flooded the room. She rose up beside her bed, standing as she rubbed her eyes sleepily and lazily. Her shirt's collar hanging down her shoulder and her pajamas reached the floor. She walked to her bathroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face. She came out the bathroom with wet bangs and stoic but sleepy eyes. She faced her standing mirror and moved her head as she scanned her face. Then, she nodded at her reflection with satisfaction and opened her wardrobe and pulled out a yellow layered spaghetti strap and pink leggings with two white stripes at the side. She wore gray with white coloured open heel shoes. Then, she brushed her hair with her comb and put on a yellow coloured headband. She grabbed a bottle of lotion and squeezed it on her palm and applied it to her arms and legs.
Name: Mikan Sakura
Age: 25
Height: 5'6
Eye Colour: Hazel-brown.
Hair Colour: Elegant-Brown.
Status: Single
Likes: Sports, movies, arts, music, and friends.
Hobbies/ Interests: Playing soccer in the afternoons, watching house-movies, drawing portraits or landscapes, listening to music, hanging out with friends and go to places. (Ex. Beach, mall, island, park etc.)
Personality: Cheerful, nice, stubborn, sweet, a bit boy-ish, athletic and artistic.
Small Biography:
She grew up with her parents and lived alone at the age of 16. She lives in a nice house her parents made for her and usually hangs out with her friends. She is quite boy-ish and athletic but cheerful and sweet. She has dated men but never actually had any boyfriend. Since she lives alone, she provides herself her own money, food, clothing and the bills. She also takes part time jobs after every one year.
Mikan went outside her room and went down the spiral stairs made of silver stainless steel and varnished redwood. Then, she headed to the right where the kitchen is. The floor was made up of gray coloured marble tile and the walls were covered with faint blue coloured wallpaper with white stripes with pink and violet flowers imprinted on every white stripe. The room was outlined by cobble brick pillars at each corner of the room and the other rooms. The big bow windows were thickly framed with the colour of clean white. The maroon coated family table set at the middle of the room with 6 chairs settled. White placemats were placed in front of each chair. In the middle are two extra placemats with a blue tainted coloured vase with a small bouquet of velvet, red rose, yellow daisy and peach begonia. There were white coated counters with green marble fixed on top. The sink was made of stainless steel and the silver coated stove and oven was beside the counter near a bow window. Glass shelves were plastered on the wall in 3 storeys. The preservatives were placed there and so were other preserved food like canned meat loaf, powdered milk etc.
She plugged in the coffee maker and got a mug and placed it in the coffee maker. Mikan got the mug and sat on a chair and placed the mug on the table. She stood up and went to a corner near the kitchen entrance and pressed a switch for the ceiling fan. The fan was made of plastic and steel. The fan was coloured steel gray and cloud white. Then, Mikan went to her bedroom and got her Toshiba Protégé R500-S5007V portable laptop and went down to the kitchen again. She moved her coffee mug to the side and placed down her laptop. She opened it and turned it on.
Mikan opened the internet explorer and opened her mail. She got three emails that day; one from her friend, the second from her blog and the other was an advertisement. She first opened her friend's email.
Hi Mikan,
How are you? I'll be coming back soon there in Japan. Meet me up in the airport tomorrow at 12:45 pm. I also want you to meet a friend of mine who lives there in Japan. By the way, those pictures you sent me were awesome. So Hotaru's still the same? Hahahaha, oh well. I guess there are some things that never change huh? By the way, New York's fine. Lots of buildings and stuff. I also went to California, Los Angeles and San Francisco. By the way, I bought some presents for you and the others. I hope you'll like it. Send my regards to Hotaru and the others. Bye and take care always.
Your friend,
Ruka Nogi
Mikan blinked once nonchalantly, "So he's coming back soon…" she said in a whispering tone. Then, she typed her email address on her yahoo messenger box. It was not just ordinarily coloured with the classic yahoo messenger. It was coloured with mystic black with golden mystic swirls. Her desktop background was a full moon with a silhouette of a wolf howling. Then, after a few seconds, the default sound of yahoo messenger was silently heard but clear. She scrolled down the scroll bar and looked for someone online. They were all in SMS mode so, she checked her other emails.
She first checked out the mail from her blog site. Then, just after she read the email from her blog site, she heard her doorbell ring. So, she pushed herself up gently and went to her Maxwell Guest House Door designed door painted with colour white and a silver-gray coloured Canterbury latch/plate with a keyhole bellow it. The door had a square-like window with a blue curtain hanging down in the inside of the house. It was tied to the side so she could see who was outside the door.
Mikan saw a girl with short, jet black hair and stoic amethyst-like coloured eyes. It was her best friend, Hotaru Imai. So, Mikan opened the door and smiled. "Good morning, Hotaru" she greeted. The expressionless girl suppressed a small smile on her lips and nodded once. "Good morning to you too, Mikan" she said softly but least with emotions. Mikan stepped aside and let her enter her house.
Hotaru nodded once again and went to her maroon wallpaper with gold flowers imprinted living room with a golden yellow carpet laid on the white marble floor. A Noguchi glass table with a tint of green and surrounding it are brown fabric Cosmo sofa beds sitting opposite each other. Not far from the sofa bed set is a Plasma Television in a Castella 6600 Entertainment 1 television stand. Rectangular-shaped surround sound stereos stood at its side. At the left side set of shelves of the television stand are books orderly arranged according to its classification. (Adventure, romance etc) Her television set was complete, DVD players, CD players, amplifiers, DJ-set and more. On the right side of each sofa bed, there are Regis Floor 3154 lamps. At a corner of the room, the dirty white coated computer desk stood with a white, glossy Mindy Swivel chair. Then, just behind the computer set, a Chaise Lounger Leather was sitting vertically. The windows' curtains were thickly made with the rich colour of silk gold with green flowers embroidered on it and it reached the floor carpet. Like the kitchen, the room had four cobble brick pillars on each corner.
Mikan went to the windows and tied the curtains to the side. "I'll just get my laptop and make you some coffee" she said. Hotaru sat down at the middle of a sofa bed and looked around the room and tried to familiarize it. To her, the room looked new. She thought that Mikan might have moved the furniture and bought new ones. Then, Mikan came in with two coffee mugs and placed it down the table. She went away again and got her laptop and placed it down near her coffee mug. She leaned a bit and opened the laptop and continued to open her email.
Hotaru still scanned the room then spoke, "You rearranged the furniture and bought new ones huh?"
Mikan nodded, still looking at her laptop. "Yeah, do you like it?" she asked.
"Yeah" Hotaru nodded then turned her head on Mikan's laptop. She read the email. It was an advertisement. It seemed to interest her because it talked about a 'billionaire' looking for a fake girlfriend. She leaned to Mikan and read the email.
"This is trash…" Mikan said, frowning.
Hotaru looked at her then back at the email. She saw the price the billionaire was willing to pay.
500,000 US Dollars
Then suddenly, Hotaru scrolled down on the email to read more. It had requirements before going to the billionaire's mansion.
Requirements:
Height must be 5'5 or 5'6 tall
Status must be single. This is strictly acknowledged.
Charms must be exotic/unique
Must be above the I.Q. of 105%
You must be nice and friendly
You must be charismatic and expresses what you feel. (Stuttering is not permitted)
You must be living a good life. Not too poor but not too rich.
Hotaru became interested. Reading the requirements made her think of one person; and one person only. It was none other than her own best friend – Mikan Sakura. Indeed, Mikan is a smart girl, charming in her own ways, lovable, friendly and nice. During their college, Mikan was good at defending herself with charisma from their professors' questions. She lives in a two-storey house and it's a nice home and she organizes well on occasions. She's not too tall but not too short. And most importantly, she's single.
"Mikan," Hotaru started. "Why don't you enter that job?" she said. "You perfectly fit the requirements…" she said expressionlessly.
Mikan looked at her as if she was an insane woman. "Are you out of your tree? What if this is only a trick or a virus? Then I've been played by those hectic people out there!" she exclaimed.
Hotaru shook her head. "That billionaire in the description is my neighbour. He is single and I heard his servants say something about their master looking for a 'girlfriend'." She said.
"Still," Mikan said. "He's looking for a fake girlfriend. And besides, I don't like having a boyfriend yet. I'm still looking for a permanent job"
Hotaru sighed exasperatedly. "Like you said, you don't like having a boyfriend yet and you're looking for a job. This advertisement is a job and it's not for real anyway right? It's only for playing so it's nothing serious." She said. "The man is willing to pay you 500,000 US Dollars." Mikan looked at her lap as she heard what Hotaru told her. "500,000 US Dollars are your 3-year payment on each job you get." Hotaru said.
Mikan can't really think right. What her best friend told her was true. She needs a job badly and soon. Her monthly savings are slowly fading because of the electricity bills, water bills, internet bills and her other needs. And her best friend is right. It's just for show and after those 6 months of faking their relationship, she has her 500,000 dollars.
Mikan sighed, "Okay, I'll take that job" she said in defeat.
Hotaru's lips curved a bit. "Good…" she said. "We will go later this afternoon. Be ready and be presentable" added.
Mikan wasn't shocked at all. In fact, she was used to her hurrying things like that without really going through the matter. But Hotaru's a very intelligent woman and she knows what she's doing. She gets what she wants and no one can stop her from getting it her own way.
"You can't lose this job. So we need to hurry. I bet many women are trying to get their knees done so they can get this job." Hotaru rolled her eyes with sarcasm. Mikan suppressed a laugh. Girls these days are after men with charms, money and power.
'I wonder who this mystery billionaire is…' she thought as she stared at her laptop screen, looking at the email.
:: End of Chapitre 1 ::
:: インターネットの広告 ::
:: End of The Ad on the Internet ::
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