45days With Mr Cold Billionaire

ARI'S POV:

"Dump his ass, Ari. I'm telling you Nathan is cheating on you."

I glared at my best friend who sat on my bed, urging me to break up with the love of my life. My boyfriend of six years.

"Mary, I called you here to help me pick out a beautiful dress for my date with Nathan, not to try and spoil my mood."

I have planned for weeks.....no months for this. Today was Nathan's birthday. I had a surprise for him. A very big surprise and I needed to be in a good mood for that.

Yet Mary wasn't helping. "I know I always wanted you to find someone and be in love. Just not him. I told you I saw him with that girl who is always insulting you at the cafe. What's her name?" She waved her fingers in the air like it would somehow summon the answer.

"Angela?" I offered, confusion etched on my face.

There's no way Nathan would do such. He knows how much Angela bullies and insults me. He was the one who said I should stay away from troublemakers like her. He hates her.

But that was exactly the name Mary was trying to remember. "Yes. Angela. The blond hair, fake body and pretentious behavior."

I closed my wardrobe door loudly, spinning to Mary whose eyes widened at my behavior. "Please Mer. Will you stop it? This is Nathan we are talking about. Nathan that has always been with me in this low moment of my life. I love him, Mer. And I'm going to marry him."

She sighed tiredly. "You're still planning on going through with the marriage proposal. Isn't he supposed to...."

"Anyone can propose, Mary. It doesn't matter as long as we are in love. Which we are. Thanks for asking."

Mary, as always sensed I was getting too agitated, stood up and crossed over to meet me, taking me into her embrace as I let out a small sob. "I'm sorry."

Sniffling, I replied. "I know you have my best interest at heart, I appreciate it but sometimes can't you be a little bit less blunt. I'm already nervous about how this proposal would go."

She gently removed me from her arms, cradling my face in her hands this time. "And I pray it goes very smoothly. So I can be happy that my best friend is finally off the market."

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'The number you are calling is switched off. Your call is being moved to a voicemail."

I cut off the call.

My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling.

Two hours.

Two hours sitting at a small, draped table at Le Clair, the most exclusive restaurant in the city. A place where the air smelled like cash and the waiters all held judgement in their eyes that says you don't belong here.

I'd spent months saving for this. Skipped meals, walked instead of taking the bus, taken more shifts than I can handle. All for