Billionaire's Summer Secret

Bringing out blissful sighs as he stands, curving a small grin on the lips while still in this four-cornered wall gray room with his suitcase open, he can't help but think about how fast the time flew by.It feels like only yesterday when he was spreading his eyes out, without blinking over travel blogs and forums, trying to look at the perfect place for his summer vacation. All those exhausting nights of searching and browsing the internet have finally paid off, as he has found the ideal place to linger for some damn months away from his father and their crazy hometown (not mentioning their big private business) he doesn't want to manage in the future, but as the only son of the family, no, his father only… for he is unconcerned about the whereabouts of his real mother, as if she was still alive—he doesn't give a damn.He’s content with his father and imagining he has a mother, a strict one probably like Asian moms, most of the time—of course, he wouldn't enjoy his teenage years. If

For a moment, D'Andre's having second thoughts if he will reply or not. He felt a swell of conflicting emotions, but memories of the woman, Maiari is on top of his heart right now though Taylor is a part of his past, a relationship that he had once back when he was searching and exploring for the better and for the sake of feeding curiosity.“Taylor, we already broke up. There's nothing to talk about.”The message, short yet potent, hung in the air like a declaration of independence. As he tapped the send button, a blend of emotions poured over him, closure and newfound clarity. The past, while still holding a piece in his heart, neither affectionate nor held him captive.In that moment, as the silver moon shined the room, D'Andre's journey of self-discovery and embracing his ghost, made him fall into a sound sleep.Time flies, the next morning comes, as the final days of summer slipped through their hands, D'Andre and Maiari did not let go of the magic they've already made in each ot

Maiari nodded, her voice gentle. "Yes. We met during the summer, and there was a connection, an undeniable spark between us. But there's more to the story, and I want you to hear it from me."As Taylor absorbed her words, a mix of emotions washed over him—surprise, confusion, and a flicker of hope. He looked at Maiari, truly seeing her for the first time—the woman who held a piece of D'Andre's journey that he had been missing."Tell me," Taylor said softly, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me everything."And so, as the stars glistened above, Maiari began to share their story—the stolen glances, the stolen moments, the laughter, and the deepening connection. She spoke of the emotions they both had felt, the magic of a fleeting summer that had left an indelible mark on their hearts.Taylor listened, his heart alternating between the ache of lost love and the possibility of understanding. As Maiari's words flowed, he began to see D'Andre not just as the man who had left him, but as a person

The bustling hallway of Summerfield University was a hive of activity, students moving in every direction as classes changed. Maiari walked with a sense of purpose, her steps echoing against the polished floors. She was still getting used to the sprawling campus, the maze of hallways and classrooms.Just as she was lost in her thoughts, a voice broke through the din, causing her to look up. Taylor stood before her, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm happy you followed my advice and really wanted to see D'Andre, right? Do you want me to tell you where his classroom is?"Maiari's cheeks flushed slightly, a mix of surprise and embarrassment at Taylor's words. She nodded, offering a shy smile. "Yeah, it's true. But it's okay, I don't want to make it more awkward if we happen to bump into each other. Just show me where the office of the President is instead."Taylor's smile widened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Sure thing. The office of the President is on the second floor, just follow me.

In the quiet corners of her makeshift classroom, Maiari immersed herself in her studies. Books and assignments became her companions, a distraction from the turmoil that brewed beneath the surface. The world outside continued to spin, oblivious to the storm that raged within her.One day, as Maiari delved into her reading, a worn photograph slipped from the pages of a textbook. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the image of a young couple, their smiles genuine and carefree. It was a picture of D'Andre and her during their summer in El Nido – a moment frozen in time, a memory she held onto with a bittersweet ache.As she gazed at the photograph, a mixture of emotions washed over her. The tenderness of their connection, the stolen glances and whispered promises – they had all been a part of a fleeting summer romance that had altered the course of her life. And now, they were connected in a way that transcended those memories.Her thoughts turned to D'Andre, and the last time they ha