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CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO: I CAN BE GOOD FOR YOU.

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WILL

It's been three days, three fucking days since my wild encounter with phoebe and I still can't get her out of my head. I have tried to convince myself it's just the sex, but deep down I know that's not it.

The sex is good, best even, no doubt, but there's something more, something that terrifies the shit out of me.

I sit in the VIP section of ‘Aura’, another club with potential that I just bought from the fool who doesn't know how to run a club. The deal was finalised earlier this evening and I decided to stay behind to observe the workers.

Perhaps there are some workers that I'll need to flush out, especially those idiots behind the bar who just pocket a customer's number.

It is a strict rule for bartenders working for me not to have a personal relationship with customers outside of their line of work. They can flirt and talk sweetly, anything to make the customer buy more but nothing beyond that.

“I want that blonde guy out of here after tonight's shift” I said, turning to th
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  • The Billionaire who doesn't love me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT: THE MOLE

    NATHAN We touched down at Boston Logan International Airport at half past 2am. All flights were delayed due to severe turbulence. I stepped out into the chilling night carrying Kim, who had fallen asleep for most of the flight. “Welcome back boss,” Klaus greeted, opening the car door for me. “How was your vacation?”“It was wonderful, thank you” I stepped inside the car, with Kim on my lap. The sedan, together with the escort, pulled out of the airport, heading for my father's house.I caught Klaus' glance from the rearview mirror a couple of times, his eyes lingered the third time, and I turned to look at him.“Just say whatever is on your mind” He smiles and looks away. “It's nothing, boss. It's just, you look different.” “Different in what way?” The pilot had said something about being different when he picked us up at the Zurich airport in Switzerland. I didn't think much about it, but now I'm curious as to what changes in me.“Your eyes… they shine, and it's less cold than it

  • The Billionaire who doesn't love me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN: THE DOUBT IN ME

    PHOEBE I look at the box that was delivered to the house earlier by a courier, and I cut the ribbon that binds it. Inside the box lies an emerald green dress made from the softest chiffon, light and elegant, decorated with finely cut diamonds. I pick up the postcard attached to the dress and read‘I saw this dress and I thought of you. I hope to see you tonight.Will.’I lifted the dress from the box and gasped in awe. The bodice was fitted, with a thin delicate strap. The neck was a V cut designed to show just a little cleavage, and the back was dipped slightly enough to reveal a hint of skin.At the bottom of the box lay another small, rectangular-shaped box. I opened it to see a finely cut emerald green diamond necklace—Twilight signature diamond cut.I wonder how much all these will cost him. It's just a dinner date, not our engagement party. I pick up my phone and send a text to Will.‘I have gotten the dress, you shouldn't have bothered. But thanks anyways.’ That's a lie. I

  • The Billionaire who doesn't love me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX: THE AUCTION

    KIMOur car lined up behind other cars as they pulled to a stop at the entrance of a manor. Men, young and old, stepped out of their luxury cars in different brands of suits and their plus one in an elegant dress.I'm wearing a plain muted ivory gown with a faint blush of champagne that shimmers softly when it catches the light. The bodice was fitted, with thin delicate straps, and the back was dipped, showcasing a lot of skin that Nathan takes pleasure in rubbing. The dress was made of soft, flowing silk, light and airy as it skimmed just above my ankles, swaying gently with each step. And I pair it with champagne coloured stilettos and a subtle but elegant necklace.Nathan is dressed in a maroon coloured Amarni suit and has the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone. His hair elegantly combed back in place, defining his high cheekbones and chiselled Jawline. All eyes turned to us as soon as we entered the hall. I couldn't tell if most of the eyes were on Nathan or on me. But I'

  • The Billionaire who doesn't love me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE: THE LAKE, THE DATE

    KIM“Why do I have to cover my eyes, Nathan? You've been acting mysterious for the past two days since we arrived in Switzerland” I complained as Nathan led me somewhere, blindfolded. “Just trust—watch your step, one foot on the stair—Yeah, that's right,” he instructed. I climb onto the stairs, my heels clanking on what seems to be a metal floor. With one hand holding my mysterious husband tightly and another in front of me, I tried to feel for any obstacles on my way. “You just have to trust me, hemel,” he said, convincing and reassuring. “Trust you? The last time I trusted you, you tricked me into drinking a broccoli smoothie—your supposed, healthy smoothie!”“Broccoli are healthy hemel”“Yeah. But broccoli and pickles are definitely not a smoothie recipe. It's just yuck!”“That…I was just teasing you. Have I really done anything that makes you distrust me? You know this past week,” He added the last past hastily. I laughed despite myself. “No, you haven't. You've surprisingly

  • The Billionaire who doesn't love me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR: A ROMANTIC AT HEART

    KIMLake Lucerne stretched endlessly before, nestling within the Swiss Alps. A shimmering expanse of glassy water that reflected the golden rays of sunlight. Nathan lay close to me, his warmth enveloping me like a cool summer breeze. His breath fanned the back of my neck, and his arm draped over my waist casually like it's the most normal thing in the world. Just….I'm the one who's not normal. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest on my back, acutely aware of the fact that his bare chest is grazing my bare back. I tried to stay still, not wanting to wake him, but I also wanted to look at his face. Ever so slowly, I turn in his arms, wanting to look at him more closely now.All night, while we're at it, my mind was so clouded with pleasure and passion that I forgot to worship the drop-dead gorgeous on top of me.My cheeks turned the colour of strawberry jam as I recalled our passion-filled night. Nathan was… well, a man with unbelievable stamina. He went on last night and ever

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