All Chapters of Hating the Billionaire Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It's Friday evening, five o’clock pm to be precise and I have just finished showering. I’m about to start dressing up for my date with Roman. I’m so nervous I dropped my hairbrush three times while detangling my hair a few minutes ago. I’m going on a date with Roman Masters. I have no actual idea of where this date will take place. Although I’m already expecting a nice scenery and good food from our conversation the other day when I told him about my ideal date experience, but I still don’t know exactly what to expect. I sit on my chair in front of my mirror and shelf which holds my skincare and make up products. I apply a light makeup consisting of blush for my cheeks, golden glittery eyeshadow, faint eyeliner and mascara. I finish off my makeup with a shimmery pink long lasting lip gloss. I admire myself in the mirror for about a minute and I give myself an actual thumbs up for the turnout, I look damn good. Maybe I should try my hand at being a make up artist, I would for sure m

“You trust me?” Roman asks me. “No…” I reply playfully. He raises an eyebrow at me in silent question and I correct, “Fine, I trust you. But only with ordering fancy Italian dishes for me in this fancy restaurant” I clarify. He snorts then turns to speak to the waiting waiter who I’m sure was listening in on our conversation. “First, we’d like a bottle of Cappellano Otin Fiorin Pie Franco. Then the Pomodori ripieni for starters, for the main course….” He looks to me before asking, “Cookie, are you allergic to anything or opposed to anything?” I take a moment to think on if there is any particular item I wouldn’t want. I’m not usually a picky eater. “I don’t want any thing with snails but I’m good with everything else” I answer with a shrug. He nods and turns back to the waiter, “For the main course we’ll have the Veal Saltimbocca, the Florentine Steak and the Lobster Fra Diavolo” He shuts the menu and tells the Waiter to bring the wine first a

The week flies by and everyone is excited discussing the upcoming party. Cassie and I plan to go to the shopping malls today after school. Mom left for New Orleans two days ago so I have no curfew therefore I can come back home whenever I want. Right now, I just can’t wait for school to be over, not because I’m so excited about the upcoming party but because I dread gym class and gym period was now, like right now. I am currently sitting on one of the benches alongside a few non athletic students like myself who also hate gym class. I despise gym class mostly because of Mr. Francisco, our gym teacher. The man is the exact definition of MEAN. Whitney, the head cheerleader, and the rest of the slut squad are already on the floor stretching and exercising. Among them is also Robyn, Roman's cousin. She smiles and nods her head at me as our eyes meet, probably as a sign of greeting. Just then Roman and his band of merry men which among them was my traitor of a brother, walked into the

At first thought, I want to murder the idiot who interrupted us, that is until I see the idiot in person, it is platinum blonde Barbie. Nicole. I jerk away from Roman, like his closeness is burning me. An emotion I can’t quite explain crosses his eyes but it’s gone fast, I might have imagined it. “Nikki, I didn't know you were here,” Roman says, turning around to look at our uninvited guest. So, he recognizes her by her voice? They must be closer than he lets on and I’m more foolish than I thought, because was I really about to kiss him? God, Lindsey! “I wanted to surprise you, Damon invited me” she replies, in her barbie like voice. She shifts her gaze to me as if just noticing my presence, am I that invisible? “Hey! You're Linda right?” She asked me in a friendly tone. Linda? I roll my eyes and snort, “Actually its Lindsey… Natasha” I reply dryly. I know her name, its Nicole but I’m angry and petty. Roman chuckles, he gives me a look like he knows I called her the wrong name o

The rest of the weekend days goes by pretty fast. I don’t hear from Cassie after our "fight" on Friday night. I called and texted lot of times but not once did she bother respond. Soon, I stopped trying because obviously I was trying too hard and if she wasn't ready to reconcile, I wasn't going to force her. Early on Sunday morning Leo and I have to attend church service because we promised mom we would and we also know that if we don’t show up, Mom would find out somehow. My mom was a very dedicated churchgoer who never misses Sunday service and always made sure to drag her poor children along with her. The Reverend, Father Octavio is also a good friend of our family, and he is one hell of a gossiper. Mom probably told him to keep an eye out for us and tell him to inform her if he doesn’t see us during the service. After church is over, Leo and I are on our way home. Leo is driving and I'm bored sitting idle at the passenger seat so I decide to check for phone for any notificati