Note this my readers this is the introduction the story will start on chapter 2.................................... please comment and tell me if it is interesting or not..................................and please don't mind this chapter you might as well skip it...................................also this is my first story here at Novelcat hope y'all love it love y'all.
Selena was schooling at University in City B, she was studying to become a fashion designer. She was on her last year and was also working a part time job at a coffee shop. She was an orphan, having to pay for a rent and food, it was really hard for her but she was trying to survive. She had a friend Debbie, who was always by her side even in her hardest days so she considered her as her best friend.
She study during the day and at night she does her part time.
Debbie was the one who helped Selena to look for a job, it was hard for her to look for a job since she was not used to many people. When her parents were still alive she was always indoors so many people did not know her and she too didn't know them. Selena was still a virgine she never kissed no one nor had she sleep with no one she believed in sex after marriage supremecy. She was waiting for her prince charming to come and marry her. What she hates the most is guy who cheats.
Meet Xander a playboy in City B, impossible is not in his dictionary he's the most handsome billionaire bachelor in City B, he's the dream to every girl in City B except Selena of course since she doesn't know him. He is arrogant, he loves to control people just because he has money, he sleep with every girl who he sees. Xander runs multimillionaire company that deals with fashion design, he owns many companies across the country if not the world, and his family also owns kindergartens and other schools. He knew how to love it's just that he was once left with a broken heart by a girl he loved more than himself, so he was afraid to love again he just sleep and pass.
....now let's get down to business my friends...
