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My Boyfriend From The Store

"Be my contracted boyfriend for two years, and I'll grant you three wishes." What happens when Aurora Everly the billionaire heiress and co-CEO of Everly Elite Enterprise, who is used to getting what she wants until her father demands she marry a man twice her age for the sake of their company's future, desperate for an escape, she finds herself in a roadside convenience store, drunk and reckless she makes an outrageous proposal to a total stranger. Theo Winslow a struggling graduate looking for a means to pay off his family's debt but never expected a night shift at his parent's store to change his life. After three failed job interviews, he is out of options until Aurora stumbles in and offers him a deal that seems too good to be true. But with Theo's heart set on another and Aurora's strict and scary father standing in their way, will the reckless contract still stand? And even worse...can the world accept her BOYFRIEND FROM THE STORE.
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Chapter 4

Aurora watched Theo, waiting for the rejection she was sure would come. But instead, he studied her, his dark eyes searching her face.

"You're serious?" he asked, voice low, almost testing her.

Aurora smirked, tilting her head slightly, letting her amusement show. "Dead serious."

Theo exhaled, shaking his head, a quiet laugh escaping under his breath. "And if I say no?"

"Then I'll find someone else." She shrugged, feigning indifference as she reached for a pack of gum from the store counter. She unwrapped a piece, slipping it between her lips before adding, "But I doubt you'll refuse."

Theo crossed his arms and she could practically feel him sifting through her words, trying to untangle the hidden motive behind them.

"You're that confident?"

Aurora took a step forward, closing the space between them. She was so close that she could see the hesitation in his eyes. Close enough that her breath, carrying the faint scent of mint, mixed with the faint scent of rain lingering on his sweater.

"I think you need this as much as I do," she whispered.

Theo's jaw clenched and unclench still looking at her but didn't deny what she had just said. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out of the store.

Aurora blinked.

Did he just...

"Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, her fingers curling into a fist at her side.

She was upset because she had practically handed him an opportunity wrapped in gold, and he had just walked away.

The audacity.

-

Aurora leaned back in her office chair, tapping her pen against the glossy surface of her desk. The rhythmic clicks echoed through the quiet room, but she barely noticed.

The pile of paperwork in front of her remained untouched as her mind was elsewhere, trapped between the chaos of her father's latest demands and the nagging thought of a certain man.

He had walked away, he shouldn't be on her mind, but yet, he was.

Vincent sat across from her, legs crossed, lazily scrolling through his phone as if he had all the time in the world. He looked far too comfortable in his expensive suit, his usual air of amusement firmly in place.

"Still thinking about your little convenience store proposal?" he drawled, not bothering to look up.

Aurora shot him a glare before sighing. "He just walked away."

Vincent smirked, finally setting his phone down. "Smart man."

She grabbed a pen and threw it at him. He dodged effortlessly, barely blinking.

"He'll come around," Vincent added, stretching his arms out. "Guys like Theo? They always do. He's just making you sweat first."

Aurora hated how much sense that made, but before she could respond, the intercom on her desk buzzed.

"Miss Everly," her front desk manager's voice crackled through the speaker. "There's a man here to see you. He says you're expecting him."

Aurora frowned, sitting up straighter. "Who?"

"Theo Winslow."

Vincent let out a low whistle. "Well, looks like someone changed their mind." He said taking his leave.

Aurora didn't respond. She pressed the intercom button, keeping her voice steady. "Send him in."

A moment later, the door swung open.

Theo stepped inside, no longer in sweater and sneakers. He wore a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the veins along his forearms. His dark hair, usually messy, was neatly styled, and there was confidence in the way he carried himself and I loved it.

Aurora tilted her head, watching him carefully. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Theo didn't waste time as he closed the distance between them."I gave it a lot of thought and..."

She arched a brow, fingers trailing over the edge of her desk. "You agreed?"

Theo leaned forward, his palms resting on the desk, gaze steady. "On one condition."

Aurora met his eyes, curiosity flickering in them. "Name it."

"I want my first wish now."

She barely suppressed a smirk. "Already? That's bold."

Theo's lips curled at the corner, a smirk playing on his lips. "I want a job at Everly Elite Enterprise. A real one."

Aurora studied him for a long moment before picking up the contract agreement from her desk drawer. She flipped through the pages with deliberate slowness, then set it down with a small, satisfied nod.

"That's fine," she said, smoothing out the contract. "But before we finalize this, let's go over the terms to avoid any misunderstandings."

Theo watched as she lifted the contract, her tone shifting into that of a business woman.

"This contract is between Party 'A' which is me-and Party 'T' that's you- which aims to set the terms of a romantic relationship between both parties for the space of two years, including requested dates and meetings, both far and near, at my discretion." She paused, her gaze flickering up to meet his. "You will also be granted three wishes, to be fulfilled within the two-year contract period."

Theo nodded.

"In the case of a breach of contract," Aurora continued, "the penalty shall be a fee of-" she glanced up, eyes twinkling with amusement-"two billion dollars."

Theo's brows shot up. "Two billion dollars?" He let out a low laugh. "Isn't that ridiculous?"

Aurora leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "Are you planning on breaching the contract?"

His grey eyes held hers, unblinking for a moment before he shook his head. "No, I don't plan to." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "But still, that amount is insane."

"If you're not going to breach it," she said smoothly, "then just sign the contract. You'll get your job here, a monthly salary, and two more wishes to go."

Theo hesitated, his fingers grazing the edges of the paper adjusting it to his side. "I'll sign it... can you pass me a pen?"

Aurora smiled, handing him her pen.

Theo took a moment before pressing the pen to paper, signing with steady strokes.

Once he was done, Aurora took the pen from his hand and signed her name beside his.

She pressed the intercom. "Vincent."

Within seconds, the door opened, and Vincent strolled in, his expression entirely entertained.

Vincent placed a sleek laptop on the desk and gestured toward the projector as it flickered to life.

He turned to Theo, looking far too pleased with himself. "I've summarized some things you need to know to carry out the contract."

Theo leaned back in his chair as Vincent clicked on the first slide. He frowned as he reads aloud:

"Born in 2003. Loves chicken. Dislikes anything spicy."

Theo blinked, then glanced at Aurora, who only smirked.

Vincent shrugged. "These are just a few of the basics. I'll send a full file to your email."

Theo exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "What did I just get myself into?"

Aurora only smiled, leaning back in her chair.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough."

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