Aidan, a billionaire and CEO of Empire is known for the title 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' for two reasons. He is extremely good-looking and for not wanting to get married, at least until he reaches forty but his mother keeps on setting him with unwante...
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''Too plain,'' Dimitri mutters before shaking his head, disagreeing to the plain black dress I'm wearing. My eyes wander down to the sleeveless dress as I turn to look in the mirror, seeing how the dress fits onto my body perfectly well but it also appears as if I'm going to a funeral.
''I look fairer though,'' I reply, looking sideways.
''Wrong. Men prefer tanned women,'' He says which causes me to raise an eyebrow at him before looking at my other best friend, seemingly occupied with his phone.
''If you think that I dress up for men, you're wrong. I dress up for myself,'' My right hand is on my hip before looking at Dimitri after squinting my eyes, causing him to walk towards me, arms crossed; standing tall due to the differences of our heights.
He leans forward, ''Do you think men dress up for women? No, no, no, we dress up for ourselves too. We just somehow . . . attract them at the same time. Look around, women are obviously staring at me because I'm just too beautiful,'' He pretends to flip his hair.
''Wow! Excuse me? You're far from beautiful,'' I poke onto his chest which causes him to raise an eyebrow at me before taking a few steps back. Our eyes are having a war of their own, glaring and staring deeply with the amount of pressure radiating. ''It's me who is beautiful,'' I add, cockily pulling onto the hair-tie off my hair, letting them fall down.
Both of his eyes are looking down at my hair before frowning, ''Is that strawberry or is it apple? You still use fruity-scented shampoos? Dude, you're twenty-six . . . grow up.'' He flicks my hair on my shoulder which causes them to fall onto my back, making me stand on my tiptoes.
Dimitri and I always have an argument because it's a part of our friendship. We have different opinions on something . . . disagreements everywhere in everything. Even something as simple as an ice cream flavour can cause us to argue for an hour, straight. It's no doubt that this current argument can break the record.
Then again, no matter how much we argue, we would always have each other's back. I'd still look at him with the same amount of care for him as a friend—enjoying other stuffs together and neglecting our arguments. Maybe, it's because he's pretty much a savage.
He speaks what he wants to speak, saying words without even thinking how much it would affect someone . . . especially me but after knowing him for almost six years now, it's just who he is and I have to accept that. He may be annoying and a little childish sometimes but deep down, I know how much he loves and care for me. Just as I feel towards him.
