บททั้งหมดของ CONTRACTED TO MY BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY BOSS : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Ethan's POV I have to admit Alexia’s house is nothing like the mansion I grew up in. I thought as her brother led me to the dining room. The first thing I noticed is the size of their house. The entire apartment could fit into one of the halls at the mansion Mom seldom uses to entertain her bunch of gossiping friends whenever they visit.However whatever the apartment lacked I'm size, it more than made up for in warmth and coziness. The place smells so good and feels like a home, unlike the cold and sterile feel the mansion exudes. Now I understand why Alexia often feels uncomfortable at the mansion. If I grew up in a home like this filled with love and warmth, I probably would not also be confused with the mansion “Have a seat” one of Alexia's Brothers , the one who walked me in said, pointing to one of the seats in the dining room. I don't know if he is Aiden or Austin. Alexia’s brothers are identical twins. Outside, meeting them during the wedding and seeing them temporarily duri

Alexia’s POV Believe me, I love my brothers very much, but sometimes, like now, I feel like strangling them, because what in the world did Austin mean by them waiting for the right time to tell me they already have two offers of admission.“What are the two schools that have sent you letters and what are they offering?” I enquired trying to rein in my temper.“Dartmouth College and Columbia Hills” Aiden responded. Dartmouth college, wow! They have one of the best Law colleges in the entire state. I was amazed that they both got offers from them. Those who usually get to attend that school are those whose parents are influential or those in prominent positions. The creme de la creme in the State.“That is absolutely beautiful!. Why aren't you guys excited?” I noticed their forlorn expression.“Yeah Dartmouth is amazing, Ryan and I graduated from there” Ethan interjected, thereby lending credence to my earlier assertion that only the rich attended that college, except for those who pri

Ethan's POV My meeting with the MacPherson group isn't going as planned. I thought as I stared at the delegates sent to discuss what was supposed to be the final stage of discussion before both parties sign the contract.“Mr. Blackwoods, in as much as you have done a fantastic job in trying to convince us to pick your company for this project, we however have certain reservations about the capacity of Blackwoods to handle a contract such as this” MacPherson jnr said.I leaned back in my chair trying to put up a calm facade as I stared at the three delegates sitting across me. “Mr. MacPherson, I assure you that you have nothing to fear about our company’s capabilities, our results and achievements speak for itself”MacPherson jnr who I guess is the leading the trio, since he has been the only one talking amongst them since the meeting started, looks unconvinced by my assertion.“Well, permit me to be frank with you, this is from one business man to another, so don't take it the wrong

Alexia’s POV I walked out of Ethan's office feeling like I was just doused with a bucket of cold water. As the reality of Ethan's betrayal dawned on me. I grab my handkerchief to wipe the tears still streaming down my face, unfortunately, the more I wiped the tears, the more the tears keep flowing. How does one go from giving me flowers and a sweet note to auctioning me for a contract that same morning?I couldn't believe he would do this to me. I couldn't find the strength to go sit on my chair, too shaken to even consider going back to the work I was attending to before I ran into his office to check on him. I shouldn't have bothered. I thought with regretI am not in the right frame of mind to continue with work today. I need to talk to someone before I lose my mind. I thought as I go to my desk to pick up my bag as I searched for my phone, planning to call Bridget my best friend. I am just about to dial her number when I see Ethan storming out of the office as he heads to the el

Ethan's POV I got back to the office after about an hour's drive around the city. I feel a bit more grounded after the ride. I take the elevator to my office, foregoing the stairs. I hope Alexia has stopped crying. I hated seeing her cry. What I hate more however, is knowing I am the cause of her tears.Her tears makes my guts wrench in discomfort.The moment the elevator stops at my floor and I stepped out, I noticed how the staffs were giving me a wide bert making me remember Alexia commenting on it when we came to work together the other day.I pay them no mind as I continued on to my office. I stumbled to a halt when I don't see Alexia at her desk. Where could she possibly be? I wondered. She probably went back home or to her brothers house because she was distrust and couldn't stand the sight of me. I thought with no small amount of self loathing.Despite knowing she may not want to speak to me, I still find myself slipping my phone from my pocket and dialing her number. It rang