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Nineteen: New interest
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Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty: The job interview
Two months later“Oh my God, you’re glowing so much!” Cookie exclaimed, smiling brightly as she sipped from her hot coffee.She was seated at the breakfast bar with her laptop in front of her and Amelia’s face filling the screen. Amelia had just returned from her honeymoon with her husband, Ryan, and she’d called Cookie that morning to check on her.“I can see that Ryan really took good care of you,” Cookie flashed her brows, making a peal of laughter erupt from Amelia’s lips.“Oh, you can say that again,” Ryan chimed in the background, making the two women laugh.“Okay, enough about me. I didn’t call for you to note my glow, I just wanted to check on you. I feel like a terrible friend, for losing communication with you for two whole months, but in my defense, it was Ryan’s fault,” Amelia explained when her laughter died down. She shuffled around until she was seated at a desk, and her face properly came into view, showing off the luxurious living room of their million-dollar Brooklyn
Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty-one: Bad news
The smell of antiseptic wafted into Cookie’s nostrils as she gradually began to regain her consciousness, but this was followed by a head-splitting headache that made her wince in an inaudible voice as she slowly opened her eyes. The bright rays of light streamed into her eyes, causing temporary color blindness and making her squirm as she quickly shut them in a bid to get used to the light. But then gradually, she opened them again, the intensity of the light reducing as she began to get used to the brightness.The first thing that met her gaze was the plain white ceiling. But then, she slowly began to register the feeling of being weak. It was as though she was strapped to a flat board and she couldn’t summon the strength to lift her limbs. The only part of her body that was in sync with her brain was her head and neck that she could turn from side to side and she did just that, but the resulting pain had her wincing out loud and within a twinkle of an eye, she felt the heat of a bo
Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty-two: Guilt and anger
Jamie spent almost half an hour discussing possible ways to solve Cookie’s new health issues with the doctor but no solution was found. Dejectedly, he returned to her hospital room to see a nurse leaving. It appeared she’d been there to give Cookie her medication and to affirm his thoughts, he walked in to see her sleeping peacefully, but even in her sleep, her lips were twisted in a way that spoke of her pain and it only worsened his heartache.He used to stay awake to watch that same pretty face most nights and it was always so peaceful and angelic to look at that it calmed him but now it displayed the pain she was feeling inwardly. Although she still looked angelic, he just couldn’t look past the hurtful expression that had been etched on her face when the doctor had brought the news of her miscarriage.Thoughts of Cookie’s belly being round with his baby had his guts twisting painfully as the reality that he would have actually loved dawned on him. It would have been a means to fi
Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty-three: Nightmare
As Jamie drove home that night, he couldn’t stop seething from what Gretchen had told him. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were beginning to turn white. He was deeply lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize how hard he was doing it until his phone rang and he had to take one of his hands off to answer the call and connect it to the car’s Bluetooth.At first, he’d been annoyed that someone was calling him to disrupt his thoughts but it also made him realize his focus hadn’t been on the road but thankfully, it was a freeway. He’d answered the call without checking who the caller was but as soon as he heard his younger brother’s voice, he swallowed the urge to visibly groan in distress.He wasn’t in the best of moods to speak with Robert but as he’d answered the call, there was nothing he could do but calm his nerves enough to have a sane conversation with the younger man.“Jamie? Are you still there? Can you hear me?” Robert rambled on, trying to get his att
Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty-four: The oblivious friend
Over the next week, Jamie used his influence to tighten the hospital’s security until Cookie was finally discharged. Even after she was discharged home, he also tightened the security in her apartment block, making everyone entering and leaving the building pass through a security checkpoint and also have a means of identification before being allowed in and out.Just as Gretchen had advised, he did his best to stay away from Cookie even though it was slowly killing him on the inside. But knowing she was discharged to her home already, he couldn’t stay away any longer. He had to see her. Thus, on the second day after her discharge from the hospital, he went to her home, intending to see her. He had no doubt Gretchen would be there and in his head, he’d carefully planned a speech to win her over and convince the older woman to let him see her daughter but surprisingly, it went smoothly.As soon as he got there, he stood by the door and drew in a deep breath. He still vividly recalled t
Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty-five: A silly mistake
Gretchen was up early the next morning and just as she’d predicted the previous night, Jamie was still out there, in the early hours of the morning, his gaze pointedly fixed on the living room’s window. A sad smile slipped onto her face and she shook her head in pity and amusement as she pulled the curtains open and switched on the lights. Without sparing him a second glance, she left for the kitchen to start on breakfast but before that, she baked fresh cookies and made hot chocolate that she took to Jamie, who was still across the street in his car by the time she emerged from the kitchen about an hour later.Jamie, with his sleep-dazed eyes, saw Gretchen approaching with a paper bag and a disposable cup in hand. As soon as he saw her, his gaze perked up and he sat up in the driver’s seat. He reached for his phone to check the time, only to discover that it was 7 am. By the time he raised his head, Gretchen was standing beside the car window.“Good morning, Jamie,” she greeted him w
Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty-six: Overlooked
“I’m so sorry, Cookie. I had no idea he was the man you kept telling me about,” Amelia apologized, a remorseful expression etched on her face but Cookie smiled softly and waved it off.“It’s fine, Amelia. It’s in the past now, and we’re not a thing anymore,” even as she said the words, she couldn’t stop the painful squeeze in her heart. It's been over two months since they broke up but it’s beginning to dawn on her that she would always have a soft spot for the man. Of course, she wasn’t ready to take him back into her life. She wanted to start afresh and maybe even find the true love that she deserved but with the way her heart leaped whenever she set eyes on him, and the way it constricts whenever the sad reality that they could never be together hits her, it was obvious that a part of her heart will always belong to him against her will.“I still feel guilty. I shouldn’t have invited him to the wedding and I shouldn’t have been so oblivious to your emotions,” Amelia’s eyes turned
Pleasing the Billionaire Twenty-seven: Without remorse
It’s been four weeks since the accident happened and Cookie was finally fine. Her leg has healed and Gretchen has also returned to New York. She was back to living alone and taking care of herself and even Jamie didn’t stick around anymore after her mom left, or so she thought. Every night, she looked through the living room window to the spot where his car used to be but it was no longer there. The realization that he’d put on an act when her mom was around only hurt her more. She was trying her best to get over him but the more she tried, the more it seemed as if she couldn’t do it.It was the weekend, and it was late in the evening. She’d just finished having dinner, after getting off the phone with her mom and she was ready to retire to bed. As usual, she walked through the house to put off the lights and engage the locks of the front door before returning to her bedroom. As she stepped into the living room, she willed herself to close the window and drop the curtains without glan
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