The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

As I sat in the kitchen, watching Bella skillfully prepare stir-fried noodles with teriyaki chicken, a wave of nostalgia washed over us. Bella couldn’t help but laugh as she stirred the sizzling noodles in the pan, the memory of her first attempt at the dish still vivid in her mind.

“Remember the first time I tried to make this?” she asked, her laughter filling the room. “And I burned the noodles?”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, recalling the chaotic evening. “And you swore that you would never cook again,” I replied, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.

Our laughter filled the kitchen, and for a moment, it felt as if time had stood still. The past had been filled with its fair share of adventures and misadventures, and the memory of Bella’s noodle mishap was one that would forever remain etched in our shared history.

Bella couldn’t resist sharing another amusing anecdote, one that had us both in stitches. “Kieran told me about that night he came into the apartment, and you wanted to attack him with a hairbrush.”

I shook my head in fond amusement at the memory. “I thought he was an intruder,” I admitted with a chuckle, remembering the adrenaline-fueled mix-up.

Bella laughed heartily at my explanation. “An intruder who would make so much noise? Yeah, right.”

It did sound absurd in hindsight, but in the heat of the moment, with the adrenaline pumping, even the most unusual situations could become a source of confusion and panic.

Our shared laughter brought a sense of warmth and familiarity to the room, and I couldn’t help but appreciate these simple, lighthearted moments. Despite the challenges and complexities of our lives, moments like these were a reminder of the joy and connection that defined our relationship.

Bella, always attentive and caring, turned her attention to my work. “How’s work?” she inquired, her genuine interest shining through her eyes.

I considered her question for a moment, reflecting on my career as a fashion consultant. “It’s all right,” I replied, my tone even. “You know I love what I do.”

Becoming a fashion consultant had been a lifelong dream of mine, and now that I had achieved it, I was determined to make the most of every opportunity. The world of fashion was dynamic and ever-changing, and I relished the challenges and creative freedom it offered.

As Bella continued to expertly stir the sizzling noodles, I took on the task of setting the table, pulling plates and forks from the kitchen drawers and placing them carefully in their respective spots. The aroma of the teriyaki chicken wafted through the kitchen, making my mouth water in anticipation.

I couldn’t resist grabbing a couple of fresh oranges from the fruit basket, inspired to create a refreshing glass of homemade orange juice. I squeezed the vibrant citrus fruits, the sweet and tangy scent filling the air as I prepared a healthy and invigorating drink.

The rhythmic clinking of the plates and the soft hum of the kitchen’s ambient sounds created a soothing backdrop to our impromptu cooking session. As I poured the freshly squeezed orange juice into two glasses, I couldn’t help but smile at the domesticity of the moment.

With the table set and the orange juice ready, I joined Bella in the center of the kitchen, where the stove was still hissing with the sizzling stir-fry. The melody of Taylor Swift’s “Cardigan” echoed from a nearby speaker, filling the kitchen with its enchanting tune. Without a second thought, Bella and I locked eyes and began to sway in time with the music.

Our bodies moved gracefully to the rhythm, each step and gesture synchronized. As the song’s heartfelt lyrics spilled from our lips, our voices harmonized effortlessly, blending with the music to create an intimate duet.

And when the chorus arrived, we couldn’t resist turning up the energy. With an almost mischievous twinkle in our eyes, we danced more vigorously, our feet gliding across the kitchen tiles. Our laughter bubbled forth as our movements became more animated, and the room seemed to come alive with our shared joy.

The tablecloth, which had been resting on the counter, was at risk of joining our impromptu dance party. In our enthusiasm, a corner of the cloth edged perilously close to the open flame of the stove. The near-miss filled the air with a hint of drama and made us laugh even harder, the threat of a singed tablecloth adding an unexpected thrill to our dance.

Despite the minor kitchen mishap, we continued to lose ourselves in the music, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. It was a moment of sheer happiness, a reminder that even the simplest moments shared with someone you love could be magical.

As the final notes of the song played out, we slowly wound down our impromptu dance and made our way back to the kitchen table. Bella, still laughing and catching her breath, resumed tending to the stir-fried noodles. The aroma of the teriyaki chicken and the memory of our dance filled the room with a sense of contentment.

Bella skillfully loaded up the plates with the steaming stir-fried noodles and teriyaki chicken, ensuring that each serving was generous and enticing. The tantalizing aroma of the dish permeated the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation.

With the plates in hand, we moved to the living room, where a cozy movie night awaited. Bella selected a film, and we settled onto the couch, making ourselves comfortable. The soft glow of the television cast a warm ambiance over the room.

As we tucked into the delectable noodles Bella had prepared, the flavors danced on our taste buds, bringing a sense of comfort and nostalgia. Bella’s words echoed my own sentiments as she remarked, “Mmh, feels like college days.”

I chuckled, nodding in agreement. “It really does. The late-night snacks, the random movie marathons, and of course, your culinary experiments.”

Bella’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, “Hey, those experiments were my path to becoming a top-tier chef.”

I couldn’t help but grin, thoroughly entertained by her playful banter. “Well, I’m glad you honed your skills. Otherwise, we might still be dining on burnt noodles.”

She playfully rolled her eyes and nudged me with her elbow. “Some things are best left in the past.”

Suddenly the doorbell rang. It was almost 10 in the evening. Who could it be?

Bella went and opened the door and said, “it’s a florist. She received a call to deliver flowers to this address.”

My heart was beating so fast. The last time I received flowers, there was a threatening note hidden among the petals. The memory of that ominous message still haunted me.

Bella took the flowers from the delivery person and handed me a small envelope that was nestled within the bouquet. As I unfolded the note inside, my heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation. What stood there made my heart almost jump out of my chest.

The note read: “I miss you, Mia. – Sebastian.”