All Chapters of A Game With The Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Charlotte: Tristan and I have exchanged texts, GIFs, and memes of cats on bicycles. Anyways, it has been fun and dare I say....exciting? his whole opening his heart out has made me consider, if Tristan wants to shed his playboy tendencies and bring out his vulnerable side, shouldn’t I do that too? Take a chance? Isn’t that what my sisters-scratch that-my whole family has been hoping for? For Charlotte Hilton to open her heart and embrace love? That is exactly what I am going to do, it won’t be easy but I am going to try my best. Tristan invited me for dinner at his place tonight, not a fancy restaurant or anything, just food and wine at his place. Since it’s improper as a guest to show up empty, I get a bottle of wine and drive over to his condo. The doorman greets me with an enthusiastic smile as I go up the elevator. When I ring the doorbell, it immediately opens revealing Tristan leaning lazily against the doorway, sleeves rolled up to reveal veined forearms. Goodness, this man

Jeremy: I have been in full spiral mode ever since that phone call, watching Emma. I swear, if that bastard does anything to her, I’ll search him everywhere on the surface of the earth and tear him apart. Right now, watching Emma without her noticing is another hell job on its own. Right now, I am parked outside Mrs. Winters’ shop, watching keenly. Emma entered not so long ago, so she is probably going to come out in a few minutes, however if she does, she won’t be able to see me. ‘Is this your idea of protecting her?’ A voice says in the back of my head. ‘Stalking her like some lunatic?’ I sigh, kicking my feet against the car. The door dings open and Emma walks out, looking breathtaking as always, she has a phone in her ear and she is holding her bag. She seems to be saying something into the phone, because there’s that crease in her forehead that appears whenever she's pissed and all I want to do is reach out and smoothen it. She parts her mouth and says some words, but then he

Emma: Not many people know about Jeremy’s strawberry reaction, and that is exactly why I sit upright in the car and ask. “Who’re you?” Laughter booms from my phone. “I don’t think that’s the question you are meant to be asking. “Let’s not play coy, Emma. The only reason you are still on this call is because you care so much about Jeremy that you want to know more about his strawberry reaction.” I grip the steering wheel hard, I can’t let this stranger-whomever it is- try to rule over me. Besides, he might just be a twenty-year old geek messing with me inside his parents’ basement, but if he’s a complete stranger, then how does he know about Jeremy’s strawberry reaction? That’s the one thing that Jeremy has kept from the media. “I can feel your mind wheeling, trying to piece the puzzle together,” the stranger sing-songs annoyingly in my ear and I hate that he’s right. “Look here, motherfucker. I am hanging up right now; I don’t care about what—” “You want answers? I’ll give you a

Samantha: Alert: I think I like Andrew Roberts. If someone told me when I was fifteen years old that I would end up liking Andrew Roberts, my literal worse enemy, I would have laughed in their face but now as I sit in my office, staring blankly at my computer, I realize that I have been nursing a crush on him oh and, I have been avoiding him for the past few days. Honestly, is this what liking someone does to us because I don’t like it one bit. I am arranging the folders of my patients before I go home when one of my doctor friends, Bea, walks in, holding her white coat. “Sammy.” She sing-songs and I stare up. “Oof, you look terrible, I am thinking of inviting everyone for a drink at the bar, do you want to tag along?” I swallow, if she wants to invite everyone out for drinks, then that means that Andrew will be there and I can’t face him right now. Yesterday when he tried to stop me after our meeting, I fished out my phone and pretended to be in a phone call with my mother. Yes,

Theo: Can I look any more of a coward? For the past few days, I have been holed up in my half-sister Daphne's house because I don’t want to leave New York yet. Fuck, it’s all so confusing, everything I have been thinking about leads to a woman with glassy eyes and full lips and that almost kiss that wanted to happen in her kitchen. But I just couldn't do it, I can’t. I have done terrible things and people like me don’t deserve a second chance, do they? The door of the house clicks open and Daphne works in, dressed in a sports tank top and shorts, beads of sweat sliding down her forehead. She huffs as she drops her workout gear on the floor next to the door and kicks off her sneakers, I continue watching her with an amused expression. “You do realize it’s like two in the afternoon?” Daphne asks me with a smirk, gesturing at the bottle of beer in my hands. I tip it to her direction and drink it down, washing away the embarrassment that’s starting to claw its way in my body. I know h