Secretly The Billionaire Boss

“Pizza man! Delivery!” a man yelled from outside of Grey’s house.

Grey smiled and picked a hundred-dollar bill. He opened the door and stretched out the money.

“Thank you for ordering. It’s $15.”

“Keep the money!” He replied immediately and took the pizza from him.  He closed the door before the man would say anything else.

He stared at the pizza and remembered he hadn’t ordered pizza in forever because he was saving money for Nora’s birthday gift.

Grey remembered what Alfred had told him and wondered how he was supposed to keep a low profile after losing his job.

But at least, he could afford nice delicacies now unlike before.

After eating, Grey decided to take a long rest as he could still feel some pains from the beating he got from waking up beside Avery on the bed.

When Grey woke up, it was almost six and he decided to get ready for dinner.

He had a quick shower and wore a grey shirt with black trousers. Actually, it was one of his best clothes.

He was going to Weathervane, even though he knew that his kind of attire didn’t fit a place like that.

He took a cab instead and soon arrived at the restaurant. He stood outside the building for a moment, admiring the outer setting.

The weathervane was among the top five luxurious restaurants in the city. People rated it high for a lot of things. And it’s mostly patronized by people of high class and their dishes are expensive. In one word, whoever can afford Weathervane is a rich man.

let out a sigh

and the speaker ran to block him from entering the restaurant. “What

could guess he was a

the restaurant. Why are you questioning me and why are you

suddenly burst into laughter. “Are you kidding me?

gave him a confused look. “And why won’t you

waiter gave him another

of his gaze and realized he

I will never let you

stared at him, confused. “What is really happening here? Why can’t I enter the restaurant?

you!” He snarled at him. “I don’t know why all these poor people think you can steal meals at every restaurant.

to stay cool about it as he didn’t want to act a nuisance at such a nice

instead and dialed Alfred’s

Hercules, where are

mom. “I’m in front of Weathervane. Have you

boss? Just enter and you

the waiter was watching him intensely with dirty glares. “I couldn’t enter because a waiter wouldn’t let

fuck! What stupid waiter could that be?” He boomed angrily. “Just give me

nodded. “Alright, I will be expecting,”

going to let you in,” his eyes hardened on him. “And you are only bluffing. You didn’t call anyone and there’s no fucking way you’d afford Weathervane expensive meals,”

counter his insult but

at your poor ex-boyfriend,” Seth mocked further as

giggled. “He’s never my boyfriend. He is just some struggling guy. And I think he should struggle and get some money before he thinks he could have a