บททั้งหมดของ Two Months With A Billionaire : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"You love this girl, don't you?" Michael and his mother were both sitting on different sofas opposite, adjacent each other. They had finished breakfast long ago and his mother while waiting for her driver to come pick her up, had said to speak with him. He hadn't expected the question she threw at him. He knew she knew but he couldn't bring himself out to say it. He didn't know what would turn out. If it was going to be... like the last time."How's dad?" He changed topic, avoiding looking into her eyes, else she saw right threw him. But the old lady wasn't having it, she gave him a punch and he yelped. He could always act like a child in her presence. "Don't give me that, young man. Your father is well, up and running around the house daily and has missed you dearly. But don't give me that." She stated, rubbing her palms together."Well, thank goodness he's alright. Tell him I’ll come visit soon." Michael said, stifling a yawn. It was weekend, his workers were due to come in any t

Michael was seated at the very front of the occasion. It was a decorated round table for two and he needed to make a good impression for his potential client by coming earlier than expected. It wasn’t even like they had started early. He had had the chance to mingle with a cluster of people, greeted those he knew here and there, and then went on to take his seat when the host had clinked his glass to begin his speech. The host was a man in his late forties with grey hair filled out on his head. Staring at the empty seat adjacent him, then his watch, he was beginning to panic. Where the hell was Alicia? If she had been here earlier as it was thirty minutes past eight, she would have read the host's expression and known exactly what he needed and how it would be of benefits with the company. She was that good with the job. Now, what exactly was the delay? Rising up to excuse himself as he wanted placing a call to her, all eyes fell on him. Great, he was the center of attraction. Off

Alicia sighed and made the sign of the cross before stepping into Michael's office the next day. She had arrived earlier than 7am and had been surprised to see Sarah. Normal resumption time for every employee working in the company was 8am but having been Michael's PA, she resumed earlier than the rest and was astonished to see her colleague, the secretary. Their conversation had been brief with the greetings and questions pertaining how the weekend went. A chip in of rest needed, skating with her boyfriend and attending a friend's wedding, Sarah announced, bringing back the weight of the previous day's ordeal. "Mr. Dalton called me yesterday's night and i was shocked. He told me to come early and sort out some files for him. This morning he requested i send you in to him, immediately you arrive. I hope there's no problem as he sounds angry. I pray you don't lose your job." Alicia wanted to cry, so Michael had considered letting her go, calling another worker in the middle of the

The week turned into weekend and Alicia had a whole lot of laundry to do. Felicia was hardly home these days, running off to meet her love in distress, not bothering to introducing him to her by bringing him over the house. She was beginning to doubt their relationship. What if Felicia was into someone bad and was hiding and sponsoring him off?Selecting her clothes from the basket, she walked to the laundry room, soap in her hand. She had begun turning each clothes backwards and searching trousers pockets for anything at all. One’s luck would shine if money came out of it. It was in one of her jeans that she pulled out a card. 'Ella Dalton' was boldly written at the top and Alicia reminisced to when she had bent over for the woman to whisper as Michael stared on at them. She could not forget those words. "Don't let him have you without you putting up some barricades." And both women had chuckled.Snapping out of her thoughts, it had been what? A week and there days she had seen th

“Tell me the name of the motherfucker who did this to you and believe me, if I don't do worse to her, my name definitely isn't Felicia." Felicia couldn't stop foaming. From the moment Alicia had walked through the door with Sarah helping her as support into the flat, her heart had jumped at her flat mate's unrecognizable swollen face. She had been planning all day that she and Alicia should at least go out for dinner, immediately she came back and was so shocked seeing the outcome on Alicia’s face. Sarah had helped Alicia to one of the sofas and ran along, claiming she would be back later in the evening. Felicia had pestered the lady to give answers but Alicia had simply told her to run along and not keep Xavier waiting. Sarah had been shaking like a leaf, under Felicia’s questioning. What in the hell had happened?! Where had it taken place and why? Was all the questions she needed questions to. And who was Xavier? Who was this Sarah? And who was the bloody fucker that did that to