My Online Boyfriend Turned Out to Be My Billionaire Boss Chapter 01

My Online Boyfriend Turned Out to Be My Billionaire Boss Chapter 01

[Baby, why aren’t you replying? Come work at my company. The office is great, the workload is light, the pay is high, and you can slack off. If you come, I’ll take you out for good food every day.]

When Moonlight saw that I hadn’t replied, he started typing like a man fighting for his life.

I stared at his WhatsApp avatar, a smoking purple clay teapot, and genuinely couldn’t imagine how someone with such an artsy name could be this clingy.

Was this the gap between online and real life?

To be fair, I wasn’t much better.

In real life, I was timid, quiet, and way too easy to talk to.

Every time I went out, strangers either asked me for directions or chased me down to sell me something, tell my fortune, or hit on me.

My best friend said I had an inhuman amount of approachability and suggested I go for an icy beauty vibe, get big waves, and wear smoky makeup.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to.

I just didn’t know how.

What if my hand slipped and I turned myself into a raccoon?

[I’ll look on my own. I sent out fifty resumes yesterday. Someone’s bound to get back to me.]

I lay on my stomach on the bed, my head drooping. When I typed the last word, I paused for two seconds.

Even I could hear how weak that sounded.

The truth was, I had sent out a hundred resumes yesterday.

Twelve hours had passed, and I’d received only two calls.

One wanted me to sell insurance.

The other wanted me to become a real estate agent.

Life was so hard for a liberal arts major.

Moonlight still refused to give up. The “typing” box on my screen stayed lit for a long time.

[Baby, it’s hard to find a job right now. What’s wrong with coming to me? Be good. You only need to look pretty. Leave bringing home the bacon to me.]

[How do you know I look pretty? What if I’m a troll?]

The corners of my mouth instantly curved up.

[If baby’s legs look that good, baby can’t look bad. Baby, I want to see your legs again.]

My face flushed.

Online, I was far bolder than I was in real life. I often teased him until he could barely function.

Once, after I sent him a picture of my legs, he sent me a handkerchief with a dramatic nosebleed stain and sighed, “Beauty is a curse.”

Suddenly, mischief sparked in me again.

I started typing.

[I want to see something too. Abs.]

Five minutes later, my phone vibrated nonstop.

Twenty crystal-clear, uncensored photos came through.

His firm, sculpted upper body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I stared until my mouth went dry and my brain nearly ran out of oxygen.

[Baby, your turn.]

Moonlight kept urging me.

[I want to touch. When will baby let me touch?]

I ignored him, my eyes glued to the photos without blinking, my expression full of a very difficult kind of thirst.

[Let’s meet up!]

Moonlight wanted to meet.

Over the past month, that desire had reached its peak.

[Baby, I really like you. Don’t worry. No matter what you look like, I’ll like you. I want to hold your hand and walk on the beach, hunt for shells, watch the stars. I think about it every day. I think about it so much I can’t sleep, and I can’t focus at work.]

[But I’m afraid you’ll look too different from what I imagine.]

I was shallow.

He didn’t mind if I was a troll, but I would mind if he was a butterface.

Online romance had a veil over it.

Wasn’t it better to keep a little mystery?

There were too many catfish horror stories.

The other side went quiet.

“Typing” flashed again and again.

[Baby, I won’t! I’ll definitely satisfy you. In every way.]

My boyfriend was very confident.

So why did I feel even more nervous?

Just as I was about to reply, my phone rang.

“May I speak with Ms. Lily Summers?”

My heart sank instantly.

That tone was so official that my ears immediately perked up.

The caller was the HR director of New York Locke Biotech Group, a Mr. Johnson. He informed me that I had an interview at ten tomorrow morning at their Times Square headquarters. I was required to dress formally and bring my resume, original diploma, and a copy of my ID.

“Ms. Summers, the email has been sent to your inbox. Please make sure you arrive on time tomorrow.”

He emphasized the important words heavily.

I immediately set my alarm for six to give myself plenty of time.

Locke Biotech was famous. Its factories spanned twenty countries, and its strength was no joke.

While I checked the email, my phone kept buzzing.

But right then, I had no time to reply.

After I finished, the WhatsApp message count showed ellipses.

[Hubby, I just got an interview call. Big company. Very famous. I have to sleep now. Love you! Heart hands.]

[Baby is amazing. You got a response so fast! Good luck, baby!]

Then a Venmo came flying in.

Moonlight often sent me money.

At first, I felt too embarrassed to accept it, but he was stubborn. If I returned it, he sent it again. If I returned it again, he sent it again, followed by a long string of crying emojis.

And every time, he wrote “voluntary gift” in the note, which gave me the strange illusion that I had a sugar daddy.

[Why isn’t baby accepting it? Baby, take it! Buy new clothes, shoes, and bags.]

As long as I didn’t tap accept, the typing box stayed lively.

Moonlight was just a small boss with a thirty-person company. If he kept sending me tens of thousands, wouldn’t he go broke?

[Is it not enough?]

Then he sent three more transfers.

Added together, the money could buy a luxury car.

I didn’t dare spend it.

I was afraid that if my catfish boyfriend demanded it back one day, I wouldn’t be able to pay.