Page 2 of Christmas with Billionaire's Runaway Bride

"It's fine, thank you, " I reply as I contemplate whether to collect it.

After collecting it, I say my thanks pull out my luggage, and start to leave. I don't know where I'm heading, but I know I will find a place. As I walked out of the market, I suddenly heard the honk of a car behind me. I turn my head to see who it could be, and all I see is a beautiful Maybach staring back at me. Who could it be? I ask myself as I watch a slender leg on the red heel step out of the car, and the other leg follows immediately. Her tiny waist holds up her curvy hips and 36B cup boobs. Her short blonde hair is permed to the left side of her face, and her lips are full and brightly colored in Red. She wore a short red dress, and even in my dreams, I can never forget that face and body. It's Kendra Simmon. My roommate turned into my best friend. She rushes into my arms as she lungs tightly at me, demanding to be hugged and caressed.

"Claire, where have you been? I have been dialing your number, but it's not going through. Today is Granny's burial, so I thought to see you. What are you doing with the luggage? Where are you heading to" she asks without giving me a chance to breathe.

"I got chased out," I reply

"How, let's head home. You can tell me all about it then," she replies as she pulls me into the car.

I get into the car and realize It's a Maybach S 580 480. The interior is dazzling, and the leather-covered seat consoles had me gaping in awe.

"Do you like it? Kendra asks

"It's beautiful, I reply

"This is one of my brother's cars, and since he went to war, he isn't back, so I decided to drive this around," she replies

"Would he be mad at you, I ask.

"Never, he is 12 years older than I am, and he believes I should be pampered like a little princess," Kendra continues.

"Little, but you are 20. That's not little," I reply as I rub her hair

"I am; she says coquettishly as she leans into my embrace for a hug.

We continue to talk about the car and her family as I drift off to sleep. I wake up to see we are in New York City and one the most expensive neighborhoods, billionaire's Row. I know that Kendra is a rich lady, but I could never have imagined she is the daughter of the great Peter Simmon and a sister to Michael Simmon! Now everything makes sense to me. My best friend is a walking Billionaire. She tugs at me and says

"I have needed a sister. Now that you are here with me, my life will be fun."

I smile at her as the car stops before a black gate for security checks. I don't know how this will turn out, but I'm in a beautiful experience.

Chapter Two

Different lives

As we pull up to this Porsche neighborhood, my mind drifts in a mixture of excitement and a tinge of sadness. How can people afford all that I am seeing? Will I ever get to the point of just owning a simple apartment let alone a castle? A part of me is happy that at least I have gotten an opportunity to set foot in such a neighborhood, something that I never dreamt of.

We dive deeper into the rich neighborhood am immediately engulfed in a world that feels like a realm apart. I thought that I had seen it all but alas! I am just getting started. It is as if, the deeper you go the more expensive and exquisite it gets. Towering trees head the streets, their branches intertwining to create a lush canopy that filters the sunlight, casting a dappled glow on the manicured sidewalks. Imposing mansions stand as silent sentinels, exuding an air of greatness that leaves me full-andy and breathless.

I look over at Kendra and catch her stealing glances at me. She knows all too well that I have never been on this side of town.

" Thank you." I mouth it to her with a smile. I continue watching as the houses, adorned with intricate architectural details, boast facades of polished marble and impressive brickwork. Elegant wrought iron bustling the entrances, their flashy designs hint at power and elegance within. Manicured lawns stretch out before as carpets of emerald green seem to merge seamlessly with the velvety hedges and vibrantly blooming flower beds. I take a moment to take it all in as what I am feeling is overwhelming and unreal. I couldn't stop looking around until we came close to a castle at the end of the road.

"I didn't know just how rich you guys are." I manage to voice out after a while being dumbfounded.

" We are home!" Kendra announces. Completely ignored my comment.

" Is this where you live with your parents?" I ask.

" Oh no! They cannot live in such a small place. This is my brother's house." she says as she opens up the garage and parks there.

"A small space huh?" I mutter, more to myself than her.

As I'm invited into one of these lavish homes, I'm struck by the seamless blend of classic and contemporary design. The foyer exudes a sense of timeless elegance, with a sweeping staircase adorned with a hand-carved banister that winds its way upward like a work of art. The chandelier overhead casts a warm glow that dances on the polished marble floor, leading me deeper into the heart of luxury. I cannot help but run around the mansion in awe. I leave Kendra behind and walk into the living room. It is a symphony of muted tones and plush furnishings, with intricately patterned rugs underfoot and exquisite artwork adorning the walls. Oversized windows frame wide views of the meticulously landscaped gardens, allowing natural light to cascade into the space and illuminate every carefully curated detail.

I get to the kitchen, which has cool gadgets and shiny countertops. The air smells like coffee and food, and it's like a chef's dream. All the kitchen appliances are stainless steel adorned with shiny marble countertops and matching cabinets to complete the look. I open a few of them and notice that they are well organized with golden utensils most of which I had never seen before.

"I need to see more," I say.

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