All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Billionaire Fiancé: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The reception was held on a yacht named Illusion. It was a 290 footed ship with impressive exterior areas that included two Jacuzzi pools, a touch and go helipad, and incredible social areas. From the main deck, the stunning double height atrium gave off the feeling of space on board. This feeling was further enhanced by the fifteen metre long plaque of its name 'Illusion' written in bold letters that beamed brightly.Azra and I, upon our arrival on the deck, collected flutes of champagne from neatly dressed waiters who carried trays in their hands and moved about the yacht's deck in search of empty handed guests. The aim of the reception, according to the Dean of Students, was to socialize with the various notable guests and impress them in hopes of getting connections with them for future purposes, however, impressing socialites was the last thing on my mind. So, when Azra excitedly requested I followed her on a tour of the luxurious boat, I followed without hesita

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Adrian's blue eyes sparkled as a mischievous glint flashed across them. His lips were, once more, pulled at the corners into a smirk, causing a wave of anxiety to wash over me."Whatever would I do with you?" he asked, shaking his head slowly."What is that supposed to mean?" I asked in confusion."Is that why you've been so angry with me? Because you listened in on my conversation?" he asked."Do not get me wrong. I didn't listen in, I only just happened to over hear. It is not my fault you were loud enough for me to hear from outside the office." I scoffed."If you really didn't want to hear my conversation, you would have just pressed the bell or let me know you were outside through the intercom." he argued."How in the world would I have even known you were having such a conversation about me? You think anyone would knowingly want to hear their husbands demean them and place a price tag on their worth?""You think I demeaned you and placed a price tag on your wor

DANIELLE'S P.O.V."If I am getting what you said correctly, you're saying that you can not recall anything else about the party after you called for a waiter?" Janelle asked."Yes. My brain is as blank as a wall right now." I sighed, picking up a French fry and putting it into my mouth."I still can't believe that Chase fucking Sinclair was at your school's reception. What in the world was he doing there? You don't think he is following you, do you?" Sofia asked."He probably was there with Madelyn as her plus one. She is his sister after all- it wouldn't be odd for him to follow his only sibling to a party dedicated to welcoming her and her colleagues to a new school." I shrugged."Aren't you creeped out by the recurrent coincidences?" Layla asked."What do you mean?" I asked in confusion."Don't you think it's odd that you both keep running into each other every where. First he came to the Bachelorette party, then he gate crashed your wedding reception, then he showed up at your dad

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The room was suffocating, hot, and airless, even with the air conditioner humming gently in one corner of the big space. My back hurt from crouching under the table for too long, and my throat was parched from the tension that coursed through my body and caused my muscles to be knitted tightly.You must be wondering why I was in such a position in the first place. What I would tell you is that I had made the biggest mistake that day, by listening to the voice inside of my head. No wonder psychopaths got taken to psychiatrist hospitals- because the voices in our heads were not to be trusted. But like the soft and kind hearted person that I was, I, Danielle Dawson, had stupidly listened to and trusted the voices inside of my own head that had encouraged me to go into Adrian's room.At first, entering Adrian's room had been a breeze- facile and undramatic. After turning the door knob, I had let the door fly open, the door hitting the wall with a soft thud. I had walked

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The early morning sunlight licked its way mutely through the closed beige curtains which covered the length of the windows in my bedroom, and fell on to my face. I squeezed my eyes shut in order to block out the tiniest hint of the dull light, much preferring the dark of the night to the morning light.Seeing as any hopes of going back to sleep had being dashed at that point, I relaxed the muscles of my eye lids and let my eyes fly open. I threw away the blankets and comforter I had tucked myself into the previous night, and buried my feet into my bathroom slippers. With my legs padding loudly against the wooded floor of the room, I made my way towards the widows and threw the curtains open, a thrill running through my veins as I watched the way the light streamed into the room and highlight the wooden floors.I then padded across the room in to the en suite bathroom to take care of my morning hygiene. Staring at me from the bathroom mirror was the literal definition