Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Roxy’s POV Gratitude—a show of appreciation for one’s good deed but also a necessary tool for creating a pathway for another good deed. The night air was cool and carried a hint of tension as I approached Professor McLain’s car. Not a black Phantom—I noticed. She had either changed her car or she had already sped off before the black Phantom I saw speeding off leaving Lucas on the street. I quickly brushed off the slight memory that had flashed before my eyes. Focus Roxy! I intended to express gratitude for the job with Aaron. As I approached, I saw her standing by her Mercedes in her brown trench coat, oozing her usual warm but stoic aura “Professor McLain.” I called just as she was about to get into her car. She shut her door and flashed a pleasant smile that did not touch her eyes at me. “Roxy.” She said my name casually like I was a long time friend or something. There was something about her eyes tonight, they looked dreamy, like they had been robbed of sleep. “I just

Roxy’s POV We arrived, Professor McLain’s house and with a little effort we made it to the door. Aaron, as if he was waiting by the door, opened it immediately. His eyes widened with surprise when he saw Sarah draped on my shoulder. My eyes scanned him quickly. He was in a blue Pajama trouser and a white T shirt that cuddled his biceps and some of his hair dropped on his face. “Sarah, what the hell?” He said, a grimace taking his face as his gaze shifted between us. “She’s a bit tipsy,” I explained smoothly. “I offered to drive her home. I am Roxette Bennett by the way….her student, the one you….” “I know who you are.” He cut me off curtly. He knows who you are fool! “Ofcourse.” I chuckle briskly, hijacked by nerves. He looked at me, stoic. “Thank you.” He took Sarah off me. “I’ll get her upstairs. Goodnight Ms. Bennett and thanks again.” He said and immediately slammed the door in my face. Wow, what a man? I was turning to leave and then a little voice in my head creepe

Aaron’s POV That stopped me cold. I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over my head. “What?” I said, barely getting the word out. “Let’s get married,” she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “A real wedding. A dress. A suit. Guests. Vows. Everything.” She grabbed my jacket, pulling me closer, smiling like this was supposed to be a sweet moment. I took a step back, letting out a sharp breath. “You’re unbelievable, Sarah.” “What?” she blinked. “Don’t you want to marry me?” “I did want to marry you. Eight years ago. But you and your father offered me a civil union instead. Don’t you remember?” She winced, but still tried to explain. “You know why he did that. You were just some guy from the slums.” “Some guy from the slums?” I repeated outrageously “Oh come on Aaron, you know what I mean.” “Yeah, the rich girl fancied the poor boy from the slums and he has to be reminded for the rest of his life.” I snapped. “No don’t do that. Don

Roxy’s POV Disappointment— The feeling you get when you get into your father’s old truck for my first day at work and the darn thing won’t start. I had tried it three times already and all I got were stubborn groans. I readjust, the leather seat creaked under me as I reached for the ignition one more time, refusing to accept defeat, a silent prayer on my lips. I closed my eyes briefly, hearing Rosy’s voice in my head. “That old truck’s going to give up on you one day, Roxy. Better get it checked.” I smiled to myself, thinking how much I wanted to prove her wrong. With a twist of the key, the engine sputtered. I tried again, all I got were more stubborn groans. “Come on…” I grunted under my breath, willing it to start. Another try, then another, and it still wouldn’t catch. “You warned me Rosy, you warned me.” I muttered to myself, leaning forward, as my forehead fell against the steering wheel. “Now I’m going to be late on my first day, Just perfect,” I heaved a heavy sigh as

Roxy’s POV“Roxy, I am so sorry for keeping you waiting, I have been so swarmed today.” Rachael, the black doe eyed girl, Aaron’s secretary came bustling inafter over 30 minutes since I had been sitting in her office and waiting for her return.Patience. The art of waiting for an undesired amount of time for a desired amount of result. When you want something, no time is long enough. The vision makes the wait worth it.I flash my well rehearsed smile. “Oh it’s okay, I understand.”“Unfortunately, I will be needing about five minutes more, I just need to log these in really quickly.” She says as she dunks into her seat, eyes focused on her computer screen. As then as if she had seen a bird flying in her screen, her brows furrow with confusion and then widen with surprise. “Wait? What?” She looked up at me. “Did someone touch my computer?” She asked genuinely perplexed.“Yup, I did.” She ducked out her head at me, waiting for more than I had already said. “I was bored waiting for you s