Page 5 of Mister Stark

THREE

Change of Plans

Ibounced back to mydorm at Lakeside University with an extra skip in my step. The early morning had been gloomy, but now the skies had opened up and everything was brighter. I was not sure if it was because of Dylan Stark or just Mother Nature’s mysterious way, but I didn’t care.

I went into this life-altering lecture wanting the billionaire CEO Mr. Daxon Stark to change my life, but unexpectedly his son had. His wise words about business and his charm had swept me off my feet. His impressive mind and his extremely handsome looks had drawn me to him. I still had a dream I wanted to achieve, and it was my top priority. I shouldn’t lose sight of that, and that’s why I was hesitant.

Should I call billionaire Dylan Stark?

The question ran through my mind as I stepped into my co-ed dorm and stared down the white hallway. The smell of fresh paint filled my nostrils as I strolled down along and my heels clicked on the tile. Signs were up with the reminder of wet paint, but they painted it last week. No one had come by to remove them and I broke the rule as I ran my hand along the dried paint.

I smiled to myself as I remembered Dylan’s charming words and my cheek heated at the remembrance. He had made quite the first impression, but his dad was another story. My smile turned upside down as I remembered our accidental collision and his condescending attitude. How dare he treat a student the way he did? I should go to the board, but what good would it do?

Mr. Daxon Stark was a famous billionaire CEO and in his eyes, I was a nobody. I was the dirt on the bottom of his new expensive shiny shoes that he could just kick aside. I was one of his many fans, who he clearly disregarded and didn’t give a shit about. It would serve him right if I dated his billionaire son and ended up in his personal space. Another struggle I’d deal with and a reason to accept Dylan’s proposal of a date.

I slipped my key for dorm room fifty-five into the keyhole and pushed through the door. Perfume replaced the smell of fresh paint and it hung strongly in the air. I waved my hand in front of my face and my best friend popped into sight.

“It’s like a fruity cloud in here.” I mumbled as I put my keys down on the table and walked inside.

“Oh, you love it.” Paisley beamed as she clapped her hands together and came into my close circle.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, and her bright blue eyes shone into mine. They were like the ocean and sometimes I swear I could see waves within them. Especially when she gets angry. Don’t get on a redheaded, blue-eyed chick’s bad side. Not this one. She will eat you alive.

“So, how did it go?” Paisley asked as she shook my shoulders and smiled brightly at me. “Did you get to meet your idol and genius, Mr. Stark?”

“Oh, I got to meet him all right. Him and his poor attitude.” I grumbled as I rolled my eyes and sighed with irritation. “I bumped right into him and spilled my coffee all over myself.”

She burst out in laughter, but immediately stopped when she saw my unimpressed expression. “Oh, right, not funny? Clearly, his fame and fortune has gone straight to his head. But is he as gorgeous in person as he is on the cover of a magazine?”

Paisley’s question caught me off guard. “I-I don’t really know because I...”

“He’s that gorgeous, huh? I knew it! A dashing silver fox.” Paisley interrupted as she let go of my shoulders and her hands covered her heart.

A silver fox?

I wouldn’t classify Mr. Daxon Stark as a gorgeous silver fox. He was just a self-centered asshole. Yes, he had magnificent eyes any woman could lose herself in, a powerful body inside a dashing business suit and hair any woman could grab onto. But his personality was shitty and his money has gone straight to his head.

“Forget Daxon Stark...” I mumbled as I waved my hand in the air and held Dylan’s business card in front of my face. “And say hello to his son.”

“What?” Paisley exclaimed with shocked surprise as her hand covered her mouth and her eyes grew wide. “Mr. Stark has a son?”

“Right? I was just as surprised,” I added with excitement. “I guess I’ve been so focused on Daxon Stark and his success that I missed the president and chief operating officer of D.S. Industries.”

“No way!” Paisley shouted. “Mr. Stark’s son helps him run D.S. Industries? Is he cute?”

I fanned my face with the business card and fell onto the bed. “He’s absolutely amazing, like a dream come true.”

Paisley stalked forward and snagged the business card out of my hand. “Mr. Dylan Stark... How the hell did you get his business card?”

I sat up with my arms behind me and smirked. “Dylan Stark gave it to me, himself.”

“What?” Paisley cried out with disbelief and confusion took over her face. “But why?”

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