All Chapters of Chasing After My Best Friend’s Sister : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mia's POV I shook my head slowly. I must be really drunk. There's no way it's Dylan, when did he get here? How did he even know where we were? He was clearly interested in that other girl when we left, so how is he here with his arm around my waist holding me tightly against himBefore I could get myself together, Liam got angry. "Yo, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" He stepped closer to us fuming.Dylan scoffed, then said, "Pipe down you little shit! Do you really think you stood a chance with Mia? Do you think she likes you or what? Well,, let me tell you now. I'm the reason she started going out with you, I'm the reason she's drunk out of her mind and here with you now!." He pulled me in closer, adding in a low tone, "She has my attention now."Liam opened his mouth to say something but Dylan interrupted him, "Don't you dare try to talk back at me! You're really lucky her brother didn't see you running your hands all over her body. I'm going to give you a chance to get th

Dylan's POV She rolled her eyes and then looked at her wristwatch. "We don't have time for this, Mr Scott." She gestured at the wall clock in my office. "We have a photo shoot to get to right now before the next interview, so let's go before we miss it." She stormed out without waiting for a response.The ride there was twenty minutes of tense hell but I could understand why she was this upset. I guess I gave out too much information about our past, but I couldn't help it.When we got to the waiting room, I grabbed her hand and pulled her in close to hug her but she managed to drag her hand out of my grasp. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Mr Scott?"" I was trying to give you a hug. You used to calm down when I hugged you.""In case you may have forgotten; we're still just business partners." She sighed. "But yes, I used to. Emphasis on the used to. Now I really wish I never liked you in the first place.""Come on Mia. I know you don't mean that, you don't have to say what

Dylan's POV She's trying so hard to put up a fight and ignore my pleas but my whining will break her soon enough.Mia could never ignore my requests when I acted all cute and vulnerable like a little child. She's always had a soft spot for children and so I decided to use that to my advantage somehow.She shook her head and looked away, “There's no way I'm falling for this, so just get yourself ready and let's go.” “But I wanna take pictures with my Mia,” I whined, trying to make my voice sound weak and cute, which was really hard because I'm a full-grown man now.She sighed and looked at me. “Didn't you hear what I said? Haven't you read the articles and blog posts about us? This would give them more to talk about!”“But-”“But nothing!” She looked pissed, “This doesn't affect you but it will clearly affect me in a lot of bad ways. They're going to make a huge deal out of everything and make up a lot of stories that can damage the career I'm struggling so hard to build.”I sighed;

PRESENT [After the Photoshoot]Mia's POV We were sitting in Scott’s private jet. I was as far away from him as possible, my back against the seat.After everything that had happened at the photoshoot three days ago, and then the uncomfortable meeting with the woman he’d brought to my brother's birthday party to rub in my face, I needed space from him.The last two days had been jam-packed with press interviews, more shoots and foster home visits, leaving no time to talk.Today was going to be the hardest day we’d faced so far. I didn’t want to talk or think about the past, but here we were, about to face it head-on. Dylan was going home with me to California for the first time in more than ten years.I was hoping word didn’t get round this time because I wasn't in the mood to get rushed my journalists and photographers when we land. I thought I was prepared for everything, but l feel like my feelings for him started to change during that photoshoot.It was the way he looked at me wit

Dylan's POV I followed Mia into the only foster home I enjoyed staying in. We decided it was best to get media coverage of me here since I had already talked about this place in a few interviews. I hadn’t been back here since I entered college and moved into an apartment with Michael but it still felt familiar. It felt like home. Mia nudged me a bit and said quietly. “Remember you have to smile and be friendly, Mr. Scott. There are little kids here, you don’t want to scare them, do you?”I scoffed. “I'm a freaking billionaire. They should kiss the path I walk on and fear my presence.”“Oh, please, Mr. Scott.” she laughed sarcastically. “You’re not that important just because you're rich.”“What do you mean by I'm not that important?”“I said what I said. Money isn't everything.”“But it is.”“Okay, Yes, I agree. I'm not interested in having immature arguments with you in front of children.”“Oh, so you're the mature one now?” I laughed “I always have been; now, here comes the came