Semua Bab My Fake Husband: Bab 31 - Bab 40

BELINDAI pulled my focus away from Darian and centered it on Michael, who was waiting for an answer on the phone."You left without being seen," Michael said. Was I supposed to be seen? Why?"We left in a hurry. Is there a problem?"Darian grumbled to himself. I ignored him. He seemed to have found something else to get pissed about."There’s a celebration during the week. A friend is having a wedding celebration—one of the people who heard you tonight. He wants you to perform that evening. I didn't want to say yes without asking you first."Stage time meant money. "Sure. That would be great. It works for me.""Alright then. You’re on stage Wednesday night.""Okay. Thanks a lot. I’ll stop by tomorrow and we can talk details.""Alright, Belinda. See you then. Good night.""Good night."I hung up."What the fuck is he calling for at this hour?"This time, it was my turn to frown. Who was he to demand an explanation from me

DARIANBelinda quickly shoved me off her. She scrambled up from the sofa and tried to pull herself together. She gathered her panties—the ones I’d tossed on the floor—into a ball in her palm and fixed her hair."Fuck this shit!" I snapped, reaching for my pants. My eyes were locked on Belinda."Wait for me in your room!"Without a word, a look of pure confusion on her face, Belinda hurried toward her room. I headed for the door to open it."You kept us waiting a long time!" Julian said, eyeing me suspiciously. "What’s up? You look like a mess," he added as he walked inside. "Did we interrupt something?"He was smirking openly. If Amanda hadn't been standing right there, I would’ve taken great pleasure in smashing that face of his. Like there was some kind of gold hidden here! Why the hell couldn't they have stayed downstairs? Both Marcus’s and Luke’s places were bigger than mine.Julian studied me with an amused expression, as if he’d read exactly what I was thinking. Since he’d marri

DARIANI had seriously stopped thinking about what the hell I was even doing here. If I let myself think, my anger at myself would surge out of control…I didn’t want to see Belinda. Didn’t want to hear her. Didn’t even want to catch a trace of her scent. Being close to each other, even the slightest contact, dragged us into situations that shouldn’t happen—and afterward it made me want to beat myself into a fucking coma.As my eyes roamed over the woman I hadn’t seen in days, my anger toward her burned across my skin again and sank deep into my bones.If she’d told me to stay away right from the start, I would’ve understood. I would’ve respected it. But what she did? In my eyes, it was downright disgusting.There was no need to be so damn two-faced. Whatever happened, happened mutually. If there was something, it went both ways. If not, then it didn’t. But Belinda had taken… and never given anything back.Fuck!That nig

BELİNDA After changing my clothes, I studied myself in the mirror. Should I go? Should I not? One part of me said, "You’ve come this far, it’d be wrong not to go." The other part said, "Let him rot for all I care." And there I was, a pathetic mess, bouncing back and forth between the two thoughts like a pinball. I coded the right mirror in front of me as "go" and the left as "don't go," and started swinging my hand between them while reciting a nursery rhyme. “See? It came up ‘don't go’!” I pouted. I wasn't sure about the result. To confirm, I started a different rhyme this time. “It came up ‘don't go’ again!” I said to myself. “What the hell are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of the voice. Spinning around sharply, I locked eyes with Darian, who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed in that impossibly charismatic way.

DARIAN I wanted him found as soon as possible too, but when Belinda said it, it felt like she was pushing all my buttons. "I just want everyone to go back to their own lives. And honestly, the urge to spit in that man’s face is weighing pretty heavy. It’s not about you," she said, placing her hand on my arm. She slid her fingers down slowly, almost stroking me. "So, don't get all tense!" A sly little smirk spread across her face. "Anyway," she said, breaking the contact. "If there’s nothing else you want to talk about, I’m heading to the table. I shouldn't hover in your radar too much!" "There isn't," I said through gritted teeth. "Fine then." She winked and headed for the terrace. If she’d made that move while we were alone, I’d have shown her exactly what my radar could do! What was this woman’s deal? Where did this sudden flirting and coquetry come from? And she was winking at me like she wanted it! She acts like she doesn't want to be on my radar, but then she makes