WARNING! This story was my first (unedited/draft). Grammer, plot, etc is messy so please beware! thank you :)))
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He couldn't get enough of the emerald in her gaze.
And the one colour she thought she'd be afraid of was a colour her heart was set to...
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Layla
Landon starts the car and starts speeding through the streets.
I get my phone out and send a text to Eliot and Violet telling them I had left.
I relax into the seat and stare out the window.
About 10 minutes later he stops and gets out of the car.
Landon opens the door for me and brings his hand out for me to take.
I take my cold hand into his warm one and ignore the sparks that shock through my body.
Once he shuts the car, I take in my surroundings and see that we were in front of a really nice restaurant.
I look up and purse my lips, then glance back at him to see him looking at me already.
"Do you own this restaurant too?" I asl jokingly.
He glances at me and smirks slightly, then turns his attention to his watch.
"Yes."
He looks up from his watch and starts walking.
"Wait what?" I say in shock watching him, while his attention was focused in front of him.
He turns his head around slightly and arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, and then nods his head to the direction he's walking in, making me run after him as he continues to walk.
I look around in shock.
Okay, so he's a billionaire.
Holy shit.
I take my focus from out of my head to him.
He's now talking to a guy that is standing in front of the entrance.
The man nods his head once and continues his work.
With Landon's hand in mine, he leads me up the cinderella looking stairs.
Once we make it to the top I gush at the sight.
It was a rooftop view of the city.
You could see the lights, the cars and everything in between.
We walk towards a table for two, and I notice it's only us up here.
The table is set outside with a stunning view to look at.
I couldn't help but smile brightly at this.
He lets go of my hand and I now felt cold.
I shook off the feeling and looked at him.
His silver eyes light from the glistening city lights beside us.
"Thoughts?" His masculine voice speaks nonchalant as always.
