All Chapters of A Billionaire's Bargain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Araceli's Pov I stood near in front of him, my arms crossed, watching him. Zayn sat in the chair like he had all the time in the world, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers tapping against the armrest. His face was unreadable, his blue eyes locked onto mine as if daring me to look away. His tousled hair and the crisp suit he still wore from work only added to the infuriating arrogance dripping off him. How dare he show his face here? When Tony had informed me that I had a client waiting for me in the private dance lounge, I should have guessed it was Zayn from the huge smile on his face and the fat cash he held. It had been two weeks since he talked to me like I am human. Two weeks since he pushed me away, made me feel like I was nothing to him. The time obviously meant nothing to him. I felt like a fool for hoping he felt something, even in the slightest. I thought we had a moment where it felt like things were changing between us. But then he shut me out. And now, he wa

Araceli's Pov I wrapped my arms around my neck, singing loudly to the song blasting from the speaker, my hairbrush serving as a microphone. My voice echoed through the living room as I danced around, picking up clothes and straightening the mess scattered everywhere. My cheeks hurt from smiling too much, my thoughts completely filled with Zayn. I tried to stop, but every time I blinked, his face flashed in my head. The way he looked at me and held me under the rain. I bit my lip, heat creeping up my neck at the memory of his hands wrapped around my body. It has been a week since the whole David situation. Zayn had insisted I take time off work to recover, saying he did not want me anywhere near David for a while. I barely managed to convince him not to fire David and to act like nothing happened. This way, we do not get the whole office talking about us. After putting down my phone, I had a quick shower later and slipped into a short and black polo. Rilly would be here soon, and

Araceli's Pov I stood by the window and watched as a sleek black car pulled up in front of my apartment building, its gleaming surface reflecting the rising sun. I was no longer the nervous wreck I had been last night, my nervousness has been replaced by a flicker of curiosity. My phone buzzed and as expected, It was Zayn. "My driver is parked at the front of your apartment Araceli." "Okay Sir, I will be down in a minute. I grabbed my pink coloured single suitcase and double-checked my purse, a tremor of excitement coursing through my veins. Stepping out of the building, I walked towards the car, heads snapped in my direction, eyes widening in surprise, as I neared the car, even the children couldn't help but gape at the high-end luxury brand. The driver, a young man in a crisp black suit who looked to be in his mid thirties, stood by the door and held it open as I approached. "Miss Araceli?" He asked to confirm, his smile bright and warming. "Yes Sir." I confirmed, a h

Zayn's Pov My jaw tightened in anger, how dare Freya set up a party without informing me. Her text had cut short my trip in Miami. She has not been active in the life of my kids and I, yet she wants to throw an elaborate party to celebrate our annivasary and the kids. Freya has always been one to put up an act, but this time, I won't allow it. I thought back to the picture of her and another man that was anonymously sent to my phone. The pain of betrayal has lessened, all I feel towards her now is anger and distaste. The silence in the mansion was disturbed by the hard steps of my feet against the ground. My destination was our bedroom, it used to be a place I look forward to every evening coming back from work. Freya's laughter, filtering down from upstairs, grated on my nerves. She was probably talking to one of her girls on phone. I shouldn't feel this way. I should put on a good show for our anniversary party, force a smile as colleagues and friends mingled, endure

Araceli's Pov I was startled from my peaceful slumber by the insistent ringing of my phone. I fumbled around with my eyes still closed, finally locating the device on my bedside table. "Hello?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. "Araceli, come on, get up!" Rilly's voice boomed through the receiver. "I am here to pick you up." I groaned. "Rilly, it's like, what, five in the morning?" "It's past 11am, you sleepyhead," Rilly replied. "And I have a truckload of items in my hand. Hurry up." My eyes widened, sleep finally leaving me, "Rilly, is that you? where the hell have you been?" I shouted. I got off my bed, tripping in the process as the duvet formed a knot around my ankle. "Did you just fall?" "No sh*t, Sherlock." I stood to my feet, unwrapping the duvet from my ankle before heading to the door. I twisted the lock, pulled the door open, and there stood by bestfriend with a smile on her face. "Step aside." She shoved me aside, carrying several bags and leavin