Chapter 2:

Lynette's POV

I sighed as I finished my work and headed home. I picked up my suitcase and headed back to my home which I haven't been in for a month. Usually, I still worked on my company overnight or slept on the couch if I haven't finished anything, my suitcase haven't been that heavy but I was still tired from the flight and car ride and I had to carry a suitcase.

I had a bit to walk but it wasn't that far, I didn't' bother calling Andrew who was my driver since it would've been a hassle and it was only a half an hour walk, I saw my house and quickly quickened the pace. I had most of my stuff back at home and thankfully I had only been in London for a week or so.

I turned around a corner and widened my eyes, my foot got tripped by someone and I stumbled back and fell on my arse, I gasp a bit at the pain and winced. My suitcase fell back and hit me on the arm and I gritted my teeth.

"You klutz!" Someone shrieked in horror. "Look at what you did!"

I looked at who said that and found that she had been carrying a drink that was now all over her hair and clothes. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and looked at who that shrill voice was. I widened my eyes at who I saw, she was a stunning woman who was tanned and was about the same age as me.

Her skin was flawless and her hair was styled straight and into perfection. Her brown eyes were perfectly stunning which made her beauty enhance and her clothes were all designed but was now stained in a brown colour and her hair was all damp and wet which made her look worse.

"I'm soo sorry," I muttered, not. She's a bitch who needs to drown.

She glared at me, "You better be! This costs 500 dollars!" She shrieked.

My eye twitched, how can someone who looks stunning sound like the wicked witch of the west and east combined? "Well you shouldn't have worn it out?" I muttered with a bit of annoyance.

"Why you-!"

"Emily calm down, it was an accident." Someone spoke in a soothing tone,

I smirked and glanced at the girl called Emily. She turned around and glared at the person who I thought was her boyfriend. She huffed annoyed and walked away muttering that her outfit was ruined and that she was going to wash it.

I sighed and picked up my suitcase, I swear if it wasn't for me being tired, that bitch would be dead! I was tired, stressed and in desperate need of a cold shower when I'm at home. I stood up and was about to walk of till I heard a familiar voice speak.

"Sorry about that," He spoke a bit embarrassed. "Emily can be a bit complicated."

I looked up and smiled, "It's not your fault," I stated, "Besides she seems like a bitch who likes attention," I gestured to the girl who threw a tantrum over a top.

"She can be a bit… high-stung." He thought about the word.

I smiled, "Sorry about the mess," I gestured to the drink on the floor,

"It's fine, but she's going to make pay for it when I go back to her." He sighed frustrated.

"Pay for it?" I frowned, what does he mean pay for it?

He grinned, "She's probably going to make me buy another designer top for her again," he sighed, "I bought that top with my brothers money that now I owe him."

I smiled, "Seriously?" I asked in disbelief.

He nodded, "Yep, from .x, Emily said that it's one of the best companies here."

I chuckled, "Well that's interesting,"

He rolled his eyes, "It wasn't worth it." He sighed again.

I smiled amused, "Tell you what, why don't you pop by my house and I'll buy you a top for your girlfriend?"

He shook his head, "It's okay,"

"I insist, after all." I paused wondering if I should tell him, "I do run it after all."

He widened his eyes, "So you're the one who…" he stopped a bit and said, "My friends who keep on talking about."

I raised an eyebrow, "And that would be…?"

"Lynette Wilson," He grinned,

I smiled, "You don't seem to know me do you?" I asked sceptically, "I mean most people would scream at when they see me." I muttered annoyed.

"You don't seem to grave attention do you?" he asked curiously.

I looked at her, "What do you think?" I leaned against a wall raising an eyebrow,

"It doesn't suit you." He smiled cockily.

I rolled my eyes, "Well since you know me, what about you?" I asked curiously,

He looked at me, "What would you like to know?" he asked amused.

I retorted, "Your name would be nice,"

He hesitated for a minute before saying, "Xav Benedict," he grinned.

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