All Chapters of A Billionaire's Chase; wanting her back.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

With a sigh, I parked my car at the parking lot in Vera Construction.Normally, if you were expecting something as huge as this contract, it'd take a longer time to show up but Friday, the time for the meeting, came quicker than I expected.I got down from the car with my file in hand as I take a few minutes to admire Vera Construction. It is really a big deal I'm making with them. It's mostly made of glass with at least 24 storey buildings and there are beautiful flowers planted around, making the whole atmosphere serene and the building more beautiful.I checked my time and realized that I'm two minutes late for the meeting with my client. Shit! I rushed inside the building, promising myself that I'll come back to check out the building more, later.I rushed into the elevator and punched the seventh button, where I was told his office would be. It opened with a soft ding a few minutes later and I'm face-to-face with a woman wearing a sleek gray suit.She looks like one of those ba

“Holy shit!”Cassie’s voice rang out as the paper cup of vanilla milkshake slipped from her hand, splattering across the tiled floor.I winced, preparing myself for what is to come next.Not for the mess.“You had a baby?” She questions, her eyes wide and disbelieving. “And you never told me?” She steps back as if the confession physically hit her. “I thought we were—” Her voice cracks as tears begin to fall from her eyes. “I thought we were best friends, Elina.”It’s not until the first tear slips down her freckled cheek that I realized how deeply I’ve hurt her.Cassie doesn’t cry.She'd rather give you a sarcastic comment and insult you—maybe beat you up for it but she never cries.Not when her first love broke up with her for her seat-partner or when she lost the volleyball game.But she’s crying now because of me.Without thinking, I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around her but she shrugged me off, not willing to get close to me. She wipped furiously at the tears that won’t

(Noah's POV)“I have to go." she says, barely above a whisper. Her eyes still glued to her phone."Wait what?" I ask confused."I'm sorry, but I have to leave." Every part of me wants to stop her but I don’t move.I can't.Not because I’m okay with her leaving. Hell no.But because the weight of her words… they feel like déjà vu.It’s always her leaving. Running.And I’m always left here. Just a man with open hands and too many questions.She shifts, reaching for the door handle. She seems to be in a hurry cause her movements are hasty. But that's not how I see it. From my perspective, she's leaving like she had planned this the moment she got in. Like she just came in here to wreck the little calm I’d built over the years and disappear again.I feel those walls start to crack. I begin to FEEL. It all began when she left.I lost sense of feel.When she left.But not this time.Before she can open the door, I reach out and grab her arm.Not roughly.But firmly.“Elina,” I mutter.She

(Noah’s POV)Judith’s door swings open before I even knock twice.And… Jesus Christ.My eyes actually widen in surprise and I try to muster my expression but she notices and smiles, biting her lips.She’s standing there in a flight attendant costume. If “costume” is even the right word. It’s basically a strip of navy fabric stitched into a dress. The skirt’s so short, if she sneezed I’d know the color of her panties.A matching hat is on her head too and her lipstick is the bloodiest red I've ever seen.“Welcome aboard, Captain,” she says, grinning.I stare at her for a second, expression blank. “You’re serious?”“Oh, I’m dead serious.” She steps back, letting me in. “I figured you could use… a little entertainment after a rough, turbulent day you’ve had."I step inside, shutting the door behind me.Her apartment smells of vanilla and her lights are dimmed, there's a soft music playing underneath and there's even wine already poured on the counter.She walks in front of me, making s

(Noah’s POV)The first thing I wake up to is the smell of Vanilla. Not my fragrance.The second thing is the bed. Too soft. Way too soft.Definitely not mine.I push myself up to sit upright as I squint my eyes as the ray of the sun affecting them. My head feels heavy and my body a little sluggish. It takes me a full five seconds to piece together where I am.Judith’s.And the memory of last night creeps in. The costume, the lips, the way I’d told myself don’t before I stopped listening.“Shit." I curse, dragging a hand over my face.The clock on the nightstand says the time is 8:42 a.m.I’m late.I throw my legs over the bed as I try to find my things in a hurry. I might be the boss but that doesn't mean I can be late.Well, I can be late. But not today. There's an important meeting going on today. My shirt is somewhere on the floor in the far end of the room. My belt is hanging on the..."How the fuck did you get there?" I ask myself as I stare at my belt on the ceiling fan.“You