All Chapters of Mistake With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ramona's POVI climb the stairs slowly, one hand trailing the cold rail.I want to look back. I want to see if he’s still there, but I don’t. I don’t give in.Not after the way he dismissed me, like nothing happened between us. Like that kiss didn’t snap something open inside me.But I still feel his gaze heavy on me, watching from the car, probably waiting for me to get inside before he leaves. Like some kind of... I don’t even know. Guardian angel?It warms something in me. And at the same time, I hate him for it.It’s as if he's too close. But still too far.Like he’s in my blood but not in my life.I take a deep breath as I turn into the corridor leading to my room, trying to shake off the ache in my heart, the ache that Lance put there but he doesn't even know.But then the memory of the kiss hits me again.His lips tasted like smoke, alcohol... and hunger.He kissed me like he wanted to swallow me whole, like he's been craving it.It made my thighs press together on instinct.T

“Ramona! It’s not long enough! It’s like two feet short!” Gigi whispers out loud from downstairs.“That’s all I have! I slit it into two and knotted it! There’s nothing else here I can use!” I whisper back, my heart rate slamming hard against my chest.“What about the damn curtains?! Use the damn curtains!” Gigi glances around anxiously, then looks up at me again.I turn slowly. My eyes land on my bedroom curtains, soft, lavender-purple with tiny silver embroidery.A lump forms in my throat. I specifically begged for that curtain embroidery to be custom-made for me two years ago.“No... not those,” I whisper.“What?” Gigi asks, her forehead already twisted in frustration.“I can’t use them!”“Why the hell not?” Gigi demands.I’m not dragging the curtains. I paid a hefty amount to get the embroidery done.A moment of silence follows. Gigi exhales sharply, pacing.“For fuck’s sake, Ramona! Since you don’t wanna touch your royal, sentimental-ass curtain... why don’t you go ahead and walk

Gigi groans like she’s being dragged out of a grave, flopping sideways and landing on my stomach.My eyes fly open. “Get off me, Gigi!” I yell, shoving at her body.“Mmm... five more minutes,” Gigi murmurs, her face burying deeper into the pillow. “Wake me at 7:35.”“It’s already 7:30,” I mutter, sliding my finger on her phone screen to shut off her blaring alarm.Gigi just curls deeper into the white cozy duvet, like a human burrito.I rub my eyes, then glance down at my arm. It has been cleaned and a plaster placed on the bruise area, I flex my arm gently, just a dull soreness. I stand barefoot on the smooth and shiny floor, my eyes scanning the room properly for the first time. Last night was a blur of exhaustion and amazement. But now... wow.From where I stand, I can see half the wall is pure glass, sunlight flooding in like warm honey. I could see the streets fully. The room isn’t massive, but it screams luxury. Everything is simple, minimal, and still looks like it belongs o

I stare at the grey box on the counter, my fingers twitching to tear it open. The white ribbon almost mocking my patience.Just as my hands move, the bell above the bakery door jingles. A blonde woman in a sleek black suit storms in, heels tapping confidently against the floor.She looks like one of the ladies that expect her orders already memorized and readied before she even opens her mouth to place them.“Two cinnamon rolls and coffee cakes, please,” she says, digging into her bag and barely glancing at me.I blink. “Sure… uh, coming right up.” I box the pastries quickly, then force a polite smile. “Would you like some fruit juice to go with it?”The woman narrows her eyes at me, amused. “Yes. Pack all of them, for free.”My smile doesn’t flinch, but my chest does. Ouch.Before I can think of a comeback, Gigi’s voice calls from behind as she dumps a tray of warm bread on the counter.“Good morning Mrs Marie!” Gigi greets.“Where’s Cherry by the way? I don't remember seeing you h

I pour myself a second shot of whiskey. The glass clinks softly against the bottle. I don’t even hesitate before pouring it into my mouth.It burns down my throat, but the ache in my chest is louder.Lance. Why does he do this to me? Why does just thinking about him make my heart twist and flutter at the same time? It’s stupid. Completely stupid.I glance at the red dress lying on the bed. Satin. Perfect and dangerous. My fingers brush over it, feeling the lushness.My heart skips so hard. Am I really doing this? Am I really going out just to… “accidentally” see a man?Behind me, Gigi’s voice breaks my thoughts. She’s halfway inside the wardrobe, her head buried in hangers. “Do we want sparkly tonight or slutty tonight?”I ignore her question.“Gigi… Malik said my blowjob sucks.”Her head pops out instantly, and she starts laughing. “No he didn’t say that! Does it?”I glare at her. She’s enjoying this. “I’m serious!”She grins, holding a sequined black dress against her bare chest. “G