All Chapters of A Game With The Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emma:I am in my bedroom, staring at the character sketch for the past ten minutes, I can’t decide if the armour should be black or white and my brain isn’t really there. My head is tangled around the lines of code all afternoon. Right now, I am half proud, half confused about my progress, also I am one second away from throwing my laptop out the window.I am still glaring at the screen when I hear a voice downstairs.“Jeremy! Come out wherever you are.” No doubt the voice I am hearing is feminine. I furrow my brows, my eyes flying to the time; it’s nine in the night, who could be looking for Jeremy at this hour? I stand up from my chair and walk downstairs, only to see Charlotte Hilton standing in the center of the living room, with a box in her hand.“Oh goodness, Emma. Hello.” She smiles so wide, revealing her perfectly white teeth. Her father is Mr. Hilton, the man who won’t invest in my games until I am settled down. She's part of the Hilton triplets, Charlotte, Clara and Chloe. C

Jeremy: I wake up to a sharp pounding behind my eyes. It’s surprisingly painful and I recognize the signs, it’s not the first time since someone made me strawberries by accident. I sit upright, staring around in surprise, how many hours did I sleep? I check the time and realize it’s seven in the morning. I go to the bathroom, splash water on my face and take a warm shower. Pulling a white shirt over my chest, I walk out of my bedroom but the moment I step out, I almost collide into a wide-eyed Emma. “Damn it.” I say under my breath, steadying her shoulders with my hand. “I’ve got you.” I reply hoarsely. “Thank you.” She says, and I nod, because it’s hard to breathe, why? Emma is wearing an oversized shirt that stops mid-thigh, showcasing her long, slender legs. I head downstairs and go to the kitchen. “Wait! What do you think you are doing?” “Uh....making breakfast?” I say, even though my temples are pounding so hard. “Your mother stopped by last night.” Emma says moving towards

Emma: It’s movie night, or as the girls like to call it- romance movie night where we come together, Nicole, Emily, Arya and I and drink expensive champagne and watch cheesy romance movies. We normally try to find a night that everyone is free so it usually falls on any day of the week. It was supposed to be held tomorrow but Arya said she was going to be busy tomorrow so we scheduled it today. We rotate the houses, but Nicole offered to host it at her house. Emily and Arya are seated on the floor, tugging at their blankets as they lean on the couch. Nicole and I are seated on the chair. “I really don’t get the importance of romance movies.” Nicole grumbles the moment that credit starts to roll, she always complains after the end of every romance movie, saying either how ‘cheesy and unrealistic’ it was and ‘why do people even watch this type of stuff?’ yet she sits with us once every week and watches. “That was so emotional.” Emily dabs the corner of her eyes with a napkin and

Emma: I had a stressful day at work today, from meetings to investors, to testing out new designs, to rewriting a bunch of code. All I want is to go home, settle myself in a warm bath and fall asleep while reading the romance novel that Emily brought for me last week. But, apparently none of that works because the moment that I step into the villa, I am hit with the smell of steak that makes my stomach rumble. What in the heck is going on? Jeremy appears from the kitchen, wearing an apron. It makes him look ridiculous, but also kind of....attractive. He grins when he sees me standing there with a look of confusion on my face. “There you are, I have been expecting you.” It was a shocker when I stepped into my office this morning and saw my favourite flowers and my usual coffee order sitting on top of my table. When I figured out it was addressed to me by Jeremy, I just couldn’t help the rage....and perhaps a bit of gladness because hell, I needed that coffee at the right time. “Me

Charlotte: “Charlotte, what’s wrong? You seem different.” Chloe, my triplet sister, comments looking at me. She has a way of looking at someone which is very scary; sometimes I think that she can read deep into my soul. “Chloe’s right,” my other sister, Clara, adds softly. Out of us three, she’s the calmer one. “Is anything wrong?” “It’s just work.” I wave my hand, trying to dismiss the topic. I stare around Imperial Restaurant. Once a week. We always try to make time to spend together, especially now that everyone is so busy. Because my sisters know me so well, they know I am lying. “That’s bullshit.” Chloe looks me deadly in the eye. “You’re lying, spit it out.” Clara looks at me expectantly and I sigh, they would always get the truth straight of me, leaning in, I say. “So, I met a guy and I almost had a one night stand with him. I felt a connection with him.” “Yes!” Chloe exclaims, “It’s high time you met a guy. You have always been going to these parties, and flirting with gu