Chapter 1

• Karen's POV
• I woke up with a slight headache, I slowly got off the bed. Yawning, I looked at the other side of the bed. Emily was already awake, she was obviously thinking, her hair was messy and it looked like she had a nightmare.
• "Good morning." I greeted her with a smile.
• She didn't seem to hear me. I yawned loudly again and covered my mouth, this time she looked at me with a smile. "Morning."
• Emily was my best friend from high school and wanted to stay in my house before she could find an apartment, I agreed to it because her aunt had maltreated her for a very long time.
• "How was your night?" I asked her pensively.
• She stood up and walked to the door. "I'm fine, I'm sorry for sleeping in your room. I was just scared last night." She answered and walked out of my room.
• I walked into the bathroom and splashed water on my face, I slowly turned on the shower and had a quick bath.
• Coming out of the bathroom, I slumped down on the sofa. I needed a job, I couldn't just stay without getting a job, I was almost getting used to the insults from my friends.
• I stood up and opened the wardrobe beside me, I brought out a short blue gown and wore it. I didn't even bother looking at my face in the mirror. I stepped out of my room and went straight to the parlor.
• I was surprised to meet Emily chatting with Henry. I thought they were both enemies, Henry was my neighbor and we were close friends until Emily started living in my house.
• "Good morning." He said when he saw me.
• "Hi," I simply replied and frowned. "When did you guys become friends?" I asked, surprised.
• He folded his hands and tutted in disbelief. "I was always friends with Emily."
• I blew out an exasperated sigh. "Great!" I Down at The SAT ON and replied Sofa, They DID at The Same, and the I Tried to Avoid His-Gaze.
• "by You do not have have to BE the SAD A Bitch." Muttered Henry.
• "the I'm not the SAD." the I defended, Aghast.
• " You should cheer up. I'm hosting a party this evening in my apartment, you should come."He advised.
• "I love parties." My face brightened up as I smiled.
• "Of course, you'd love parties," Emily said and let out a little sigh. "The party's going to be a bummer." She added.
• "A bummer ?" Henry asked, slightly offended. "It's going to be fun, there are going to be lots of rich men." He added giggling.
• "Rich men?" I asked and chuckled. "You didn't have to add that because you and I know that they won't attend your party." I replied.
• He cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed. "I'm going to surprise you on that day." He answered and stood up.
• I grimaced.
• "I can 't wait to see the surprise." I shot him an annoyed look as he walked towards the door.
• "Are you going already?" Emily asked.
• "I can't cope with her, I don't want to see you at my party again." He said through gritted teeth.
• "I love money, I don't attend low budget parties." I replied genuinely and he walked outside angrily.
• I blew out a long breath and relaxed on the sofa. "I can't believe that Henry's asking me to come to his party without proper invitation." I said and she laughed.
• "I'll go to his party, I'm sure it's going to be fun, you should come." Emily replied and stood up. "I don't think it's a good idea to go to his party, he doesn't have a house of his own, he stays in a rented apartment like us." I reminded her.
• "We're also staying in a rented apartment, remember?"
• "We're ladies, men should work hard not us," I answered and stood up. "I booked an apartment with my therapist, I'll be going over to his office."
• She frowned and folded her hands. "You' re going over to Mr Bill, I thought we agreed not to see that man?" She asked, a little fake sarcastic amusement drawn across her face.
• A raspy breath scratched my throat. "I didn't say that, I still hang out with Bill. I love how he thinks, I would have wanted to marry him but he's already married." I answered, a little bit sluttering.
• I walked into my bedroom and did a quick make-up. I picked up my phone and placed it in my bag, I yawned before walking out of the door.
• Heading downstairs, I found her watching a horror movie. "Emily, I'm going already, take care of yourself." I said.
• "I'm not your pet or your child." She reminded me and I frowned.
• I narrowed my eyes at her. "You shouldn't be watching horror films alone, you might as well find a psycho killer in your home."
• "I won't, horror films are not real."
• "Aren't you going to eat before you go?" She asked.
• "There's no food in the house except the leftover pancakes, I left them for you." I answered with a smile.
• She smiled. "I'll be sure to pray for you." She replied with sarcasm in her voice.
• Picking up my bag, I headed for the door, I took a glance at her before walking out of the door . "Where are you going?" Henry asked as soon as I saw him washing his car.
• "I'm going to my therapist office."I answered.
• He continued to stare at me, watching me through his beautiful eyes. "I'm also going somewhere, I can take you there." He suggested. The light smile playing on my lips faded immediately, a smirk played in my lips as I stroked my chin.
• "You're washing your car." I told him with a smirk.
• "It's best if I drive you." He urged quietly.
• I blinked. "I don't want to spoil my chances of getting a billionaire husband." I replied and walked out of the gate.
• ***********
• I heard a man's low, husky voice as I stepped through the arched front door of the building in the Dallastown area.
• It was Mr Bill, my handsome therapist. He seemed to smile when he saw me. "Call me back, I'm with a client."He told whoever he spoke to on the phone as he saw me.
• Spoken like a true workaholic, I thought as I walked into his office.
• "Miss Karen, I'm surprised to meet you, I didn't know you'd be coming." He said and I smiled.
• "I always come when I need money, you seem to have the inspiration I need, we both love money and you know that." I replied and we chuckled.
• "Have a seat." He offered as I pulled a chair and sat down. For a moment, the only thing we could do was to stare at each other. I had a crush on Bill since high school before he got married and became a therapist.
• He was my senior in high school who always stood by me and protected me against bullies. " You remember Laura?" He asked, breaking the silence. I nodded.
• How could I forget Laura? Someone who made my life miserable in high school.
• "She got married during the weekend." He added and I smiled.
• "Really, I feel everyone's getting married but yet, I'm not still married to a man of my choice." I told him trying to stop myself from crying.
• He reached out and ruffled my hair. "I have a contract for you." He muttered.