All Chapters of Loathe by the Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kayla's pov I eat breakfast in silence on the bar stools as I take in the expanse of this kitchen. Being in a space this big is unnerving. No one's home right now aside from Rosa, the cook and head of staff. After Damien excused himself to make a phone call, he didn't return. I got a text saying something came up and that I should enjoy my food, alone. I don't even know what I'm expecting. This is business, an arrangement that benefits the two of us. But it would make me feel better if I wasn't eating breakfast alone. By the time I'm done eating, I take my plate to the sink. Before I can even turn the tap on, Rosa appears. "Leave it," she says, pushing me away from the sink. "But I can--" I protest to no avail. She's doing the dishes so diligently with an unmatched focused. "So, your Mr. Damien's wife?" She says without taking her eyes off my one dish. The question catches me completely off guard, "Ye-ah," I stutter. I can't get used to the idea. Secretary, wif

Kayla's pov When Damien's whole body goes limp, I know there's a problem. He's obviously not good with things like this. I can imagine how crushed his pride is. Coming here expecting to swoon Raymond not knowing the bastard has his own agenda. So this is supposed to be some kind of fight to the death where we impress him. A game of chicken perhaps. Damien laughs hysterically, "Raymond, you didn't tell me there were going to be more people." I can feel all the rage from here. If he could, he'd have already thrown Raymond across the room. If looks could kill, he would have launched the man across the room already. Halden and Moore step into the room with Halden’s wife trailing behind. I catch the flash of shock on their faces. They subtly exchange a look. They are obviously blindsided. Neither of them know Damien would be here. If there was ranking system, which there clear is, I'd say Halden and Moore are the second best construction company in Chicago. And first positio

Kayla's pov Something jerks me awake. I open my eyes forcefully and for a second I’m disoriented. The sheets are warm, lighting is dim and then there's an arm around me. Damien? Damien's arm is around me. What the fuck is happening here. I lean in closer because I know there's a reason I'm awake by 2am. Damien's breathing, that was what I heard. He was hyperventilating. I push myself up. He’s drenched in sweat. His shirt clings to him, his hair is stuck to his forehead, and his body keeps twitching like he’s fighting something in his sleep. His face is tight, twisted. He looks terrified—Damien, looking terrified. I remember now. I drunkenly invited him into my bed, and surprising, he obliged. “Damien?” I whisper, touching his shoulder lightly. He doesn’t wake. Doesn’t even stir. He just gasps again, body jerking like he’s about to leap out of the bed. Shit. I shake his arm harder this time. Nothing. He’s burning up. His skin is like a furnace. I press my

Kayla's pov The rest of the day goes by smoothly. For once in my life I feel at peace. Like, completely at peace. I spoke to Chelsea on the phone to inform her of the latest changes in my life and she was a whirlwind of emotions. She was sent an email about her loans and new scholarship. She even got a call from the Campus Housing Office. Her accomodation was changed from a shared dorm to a premium room, priority housing. She was so excited. By the time I was done explaining how it all happened she went from sympathetic, to shocked, to scared and to happy. Well, I didn't tell her the whole truth. Like the fact that my marriage is a sham for my billionaire boss to get his way. I signed an NDA. Lying to her doesn't make me feel good, but it's the best thing for us. If she knew why Damien was doing all this, she'd revoke the scholarship immediately. I want her to have the chance I never did. All in all, I'm grateful. Damien is a pain in the ass but at least he kee

Kayla's pov After hours of shopping, we're finally home. Chelsea picked out the whole store. Her chooses her chick and corporate because she's currently in law school. She chose a few flattering outfits and made I and Damien inspect everything. To my surprise he was more than happy to participate in the game of dress up. Damien who was usually prickly and highly irritable was so patient with Chelsea. He treated her like she was his baby sister and seeing that did something. After shopping, I had maxed out my energy. I never knew it was this stressful. Chelsea insisted that we get Chinese, but Damien said and I quote, "Rosa would kill us if we didn't come with an appetite." So right now we're at the table: Me, Damien, Chelsea and Miles. Rosa and the other servers move like a small army, placing dish after dish in front of us. Steaming bowls with silver lids lifting. Chelsea is already halfway gone, mentally. She leans back in her chair, sighing like she’s just stepped in