Semua Bab The Billionaire's First Glance: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Nathan’s POVAfter eating last night, both Amelie and I were exhausted. We snuggled into bed, and Amelie fell asleep almost immediately. She definitely had a trying day and deserved the rest. I ended up staying up a bit and working on my phone. Amelie was lying on my chest and snoring like a little kitten. Amelie’s Instagram now has up to 110,000 followers. Many people are leaving RIP comments since the rescue hasn’t been announced yet. Roy said they would be announcing it at 9 am tomorrow. He asked if Amelie could be there, but I don’t know if I’ll tell her. I also messaged Dr. Yvonne and asked if there was any way possible for her to make an after-hours call to the apartment. I explained the situation, hoping that she could make an exception. Finally, I contacted the bakery to ask if they could bring the cake testing to our penthouse as well. Then I finally went to sleep.Amelie’s POVI slept like a baby. I was so comfortable and so warm and toasty. Then I realized why. At some poin

Nathan’s POVThe girls had officially taken over my penthouse as their home base. I’ve been cast out to Dante’s place until the party. Right now, Dante, Dutton, and I are sitting in his living room, watching TV and drinking beer.“Any action in the bedroom yet?” Dante asked.“Nope, I told you. Evangelina will be mine,” I chuckled.“You still have a week to go. Don’t be so cocky, stock market,” Dante replied.“What’s happening with you and Morgan, Dutton?” I questioned.“I’m not sure,” Dutton stated. “I really like her, but it’s as if we’re both too shy to make a move.”“She is such a sweetheart,” I commented. “You fit together really well.”“I know. I think I’m going to kiss her tonight,” Dutton revealed.“Really? I’m so happy for you, man,” I replied. “Go for it!”“Twerkley, when are you going to let Kimmy know you’re still in love with her?” Dutton asked.“It’s complicated,” Dante stated. “I don’t want to screw it up.”“You won’t,” I said. “I think she still likes you. You just have

Nathan’s POVIn true Dante style, the party was already a success, having only just begun. He had hired pole dancers and had two additional poles delivered to the apartment. The dining room table had been moved to accommodate a makeshift dance floor, and there were a lot of scantily clad people bumping and grinding out there. The two extra poles flanked the dance floor. At the same time, the one in the middle of the cement coffee table was also being put to good use.Amelie, right now, is at my side and greeting all the people who come our way. Mostly, people we didn’t know, but she welcomed everyone and was gracious and poised.I wrapped my arm around her waist and hugged her close to my side. She looked up at me and smiled both with her mouth and her eyes. I will never get enough of her looking into my eyes. I can’t believe it's only one week from today that she will be my wife. If I have the choice, she will stay that way for the rest of our lives.When all the people had stopped f

Amelie’s POVI led Tiff to one of the bedrooms and shut the door.“What’s going on?” I asked.“What the heck am I doing?” Tiff said, putting her hands over her face.“What do you mean?” I questioned.“I just broke up with Peter, and I’m making out with Samuel,” she cried. “I’ve had a few drinks, but I don’t think I can use that as an excuse.”“Tiff, don’t cry.” I reached over and hugged her. “Shhhh, calm down.”“Samuel is such a nice guy, and honestly, I’m drawn to him,” Tiff explained. “I can’t explain it. It’s like this magnetic draw, but I shouldn’t have jumped into something so soon.”“I totally understand. I had that feeling with Nathan,” I continued. “It was like electricity between us.”“Yes, that’s exactly what it felt like!” Tiff stated. “It’s just I shouldn’t be jumping into anything three days after Peter dumped me.”“That’s really for you to decide. No one can put a timeline on grief and healing,” I hugged her tighter. “I will support you in whatever path you decide.”“I t

Amelie’s POVZander woke up in the ambulance but was totally out of it.“I’m here, Zander,” I said nervously. “Everything is going to be ok.”“I need to know if Zander takes anything else,” the paramedic said. “Anything else?”“What do you mean?” I replied.“Any recreational drugs?” She asked.“Absolutely not,” I exclaimed. “He’s a good kid, plus he gets tested for football.”“It’s ok,” she smiled. “I believe you.”“Does it look like something like that?” I questioned.“He looks like he’s reacting to something,” she said.“Thank you for all that you’re doing for him,” I said with a smile.She reached over and put her hand on mine. “Thank you,” she said. “We don’t get a lot of appreciation at our jobs.”“Well, you deserve all of it,” I declared.The ambulance pulled up to the emergency department, and I hopped out. Zander was taken to the front desk on a stretcher, and the paramedic began checking him in.“Oh, Zander Cavanaugh? Dr. Michaels called to inform us. Follow me,” the receptio