Semua Bab Choosing My Billionaire Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I absentmindedly trailed my fingers across the sides of the envelope as if I could somehow absorb what was inside without having to open it. The TV played in the background, serving as a distraction while I got lost in my thoughts. "Cassie, you're not going to believe this," Gloria announced drastically after running into the living room. "What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up immediately and reflexively hiding the envelope behind me."He's here, your…" Before she could complete the sentence, there was a knock on the door. A series of violent knocks actually, a very familiar one."Monroe, open this damn door!" The voice of my crass father came through, and I frowned, knowing my entire morning was ruined. Gloria gave me a sympathetic look before she slowly retreated into the kitchen. I remained seated for a while, hoping if I didn't react, he would get the hint Davis was at work and leave that place but there was no such luck. He kept pounding against the door like his life depended

"This was us two years ago when we were on vacation in Texas for our anniversary," I said, showing Kayden pictures of us together on my phone. "Oh," he said, holding the phone up to his face as if he wanted to make sure the man smiling and holding onto the woman in the picture like she was all he had was truly him. "This was us on our first date three years ago, when you'd newly asked me out.""We looked really happy," he said, looking intently at each photo I showed him with no single ounce of recognition on his face. Sighing, he handed me back my phone with a look of pity on his face and my face fell. "I'm sorry. I don't remember any of this. The doctor said I might regain my memory soon but I haven't seen any difference yet." I nodded, holding back tears. I remained beside him, reminding myself not to be too selfish. His mother was on the other side of the bed, bawling her eyes out because her only son couldn't remember her. I didn't think anything could be more painful. "Oh,

So much for my acting. I did as he asked, deciding it would be better if I just got it over with. I turned till I was lying on my back, facing him. We were way too close, I realized when I was on my back. He seemed to realize it too because a smirk crept into his face when I looked up at him. He was sitting on the bed next to me, his body just a few inches away from mine, so close he could touch me if he just moved his hand a little. And that was exactly what he did. My skin sizzled where he touched it and I was surprised by my reaction. Sitting up on the bed, I coughed to hide my reaction, but he had noticed. That self-indulgent smirk only deepened, but fortunately, he didn't try to get any closer. Getting up, he took off his shoes, then his tie and when he began to take off his dress shirt, I realized he was going to undress. I turned away immediately, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I didn't want him to view me as a prude or to make a big deal about it, but I didn't want to se

"It's not even that late," I argued, trying to keep my anger in check. There was no use reacting to him like this. That was probably what he wanted, for me to prove his point on why he couldn't give me a job. I looked away, not liking the way he was occupying the entire bed and making the room all his again. I'd become so accustomed to staying alone and doing whatever I wanted, but now he was back from wherever he had for to, I knew I wouldn't be able to anymore. "Is that all that's getting you mad?" he asked, resting his head on his hands and trying to hide a smirk. He was talking about the name. I breathed in. I'd been bullied in high school and I'd discovered that the main thing that fueled bullies was when the person they were bullying reacted to their ridiculous names. I wasn't about to give him that leverage. I kept my face as expressionless as I could. I wondered how he did it so effortlessly."I'm just confused. I thought we agreed I had my freedom. Why should you care wh

I practically burst through the door into Kayden's room with the pictures in my hand. His mother was there. She shot a look that was in between disgust, shock, and fury as I stood at the door, panting and trying to catch my breath."Hi, Cass," he waved at me. "Is there any problem?" his mother asked me. "Not really. I'll come in later. When you're done with him." She laughed drily. "He's my son so I can even spend the whole day with him if I wanted." "Mom," Kayden appealed, tapping her shoulder and turning to me. "I think whatever Cass has to tell me must be truly important. She's never burst into my ward like this. Just give us a few minutes, please?" She looked like she'd just swallowed a lemon. However, she got up soon after and stormed out of the room. Before she passed me, she whispered, "You've done it again." Walking to Kayden's side, I wondered what it was about me and my significant other's moms. Davis' mom hated my guts even more. "How are you?" I asked him, lettin