All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ANYTA'S POV“Hold on, I'm coming,” I called out as I hurried towards the door, praying the doorbell hadn't woken my very energetic toddler.When I opened the door, Clay leaned one shoulder against the frame, his charming grey eyes warm with amusement.He shook his dark hair out of his face and beamed at me as he raised his hands, holding two paper bags.“Hi, I brought lunch.”A pleased smile tugged at my lips as I opened the door wider and stepped aside so he could enter.“Sorry the place is a mess,” I murmured after closing the door and trailing after him into the living room.“I was in the middle of cleaning when you knocked.”Clay's intense gaze trailed over me, lingering on my hair then the oversized T-shirt I had on with some jean-shorts.“What?”“You don't look like you were cleaning.”I rolled my eyes as I bent to pick up a stuffed purple unicorn.“And what kind of look would a person who was cleaning have?” I furrowed my brows as the question left my mouth.But my friend place

ANYTA'S POVThe club was dim but lively. Music pulsed through the floor in warm vibrations.I hadn’t been anywhere like this in years, and I felt strangely alive. Almost as if I'd frequented places like this before, but that wasn't true.I had only been to a club twice, with Sienna before I married Everett.Clay ordered drinks at the bar, an alcoholic drink mixed with coke for me, and we clinked glasses before taking small sips.“I love the smile on your face right now, Kari,” he said over the music.“Right?.” I replied, still beaming. “I feel really great.”“Yes, you should. You should always have reasons to smile like that.”A pleased laugh escaped me. And again I thought of how good it was that I'd agreed to come out with him tonight.“Thanks for forcing me to leave the house, Clay.”“You’re welcome ,” he replied, grinning as he straightened off the counter. “I gotta go to the bathroom,” he said. “Don’t move and I inch. I don’t want to lose you in the crowd.”“I’ll be right here,”

SIENNA'S POVBreakfast felt like a punishment I couldn't escape. And I would've escaped it if Monica hadn't insisted on everyone eating together, for some reason.The dining room looked perfect as usual, sunlight spilling across the long mahogany table, food arranged like we were filming for some commercial.I knew the bacon was crispy and all, but I couldn't taste it.Not when Everett’s rejection still sat like acid on my tongue.I kept my gaze down, stirring sugar into my coffee even though I didn’t take sugar.I didn't trust myself to look up, at him.He'd never been that harsh with me before. Last night was the first time, and I wasn't sure what to do about it. Or what to do with the feelings I had for him that his rejection hadn't destroyed.Leo, was suspiciously in a delightful mood. And I refused to waste my time wondering why?That was until he opened his big mouth like the doofus he was.“So,” he drawled, cutting into his eggs with unnecessary force, “how’s it feel to go vira

EVERETT'S POVI was halfway through a board presentation when the door suddenly slammed open, with enough noise to draw everyone's attention away from the large screen.Every head at the table had turned at once, irritation flickering across faces that were paid far too much to be surprised by anything anymore.Leonard wheeled himself into the boardroom like he owned it, his usual smug mask firmly in place.My grip tightened on the remote in my hand. The slide behind me blurred into irrelevance.“What the hell are you doing here? Crashing a an important meeting like a fucking moron?!” I demanded, not bothering to mask my contempt.My brother smiled, slow, smug, practiced. “Now Everett, that's not a very nice way to greet your big brother is it?”“This meeting is restricted,” I snapped in response. “Please leave.”A few of the panel members exchanged glances. Leonard didn’t miss it.“No,” he replied calmly. “I have as much right to be here as anyone else. Especially since my wife who w

EVERETT'S POV“... we'll need graphs and maybe projections to show the profit margins.”“Hmm,” I hummed, barely registering what the other man was saying.“So what do you think about this?”I heard Stanley push a file towards me across the table.Staring down at the blue file made my head hurt. I didn't want to be there. The restaurant was my favourite, yet I had barely taken a bite of my dinner.I'd drank three glasses of wine though, and I would've asked for more if not for my friend's continued rambling about our joint project.“Everett… are you even listening?” I blinked, then looked up at his worried expression. He'd leaned forward.“Yeah, why?” I answered.Stanley shrugged. “You’ve been zoning out for the last twenty minutes.”I forced myself to blink, to focus. “I, yeah. Just thinking about what you were saying.”“Do you even remember half of the things I said?” he asked, an amused smile on his face. “Alright,” he pulled the file closer and shut it, “talk to me. What's up?”I d