Semua Bab Arranged Marriage To The Billionaire Heir: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I spent two more nights at my apartment and honestly, it felt like a breath of fresh air. A huge part of me was thrilled by the familiarity; sleeping in my own bed, making my own coffee just the way I liked it, lounging on my living room couch, ordering takeout from my favorite spot. Everything was like before, perfect.But Friday came and with it, the end of my little retreat. There was a party I had to attend. I packed a few more clothes, made sure to grab the dress for tonight’s event, said my goodbyes to Calvin and Harold and hit the road toward Nathaniel’s.I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from the evening. The plan was simple: show up at the Sinclairs', stay for an hour tops, offer a polite excuse to leave and hope Daria wouldn’t press too hard or try to guilt me into staying longer. I’d tried calling Nathaniel a few times throughout the day but no luck. Eventually, I managed to get through to his office line. I didn’t speak to him directly, his secretary, I’m assuming, pi

I took in a deep breath as I slowly made my way through the small crowd of people. A soft melody drifted from somewhere in the room, barely audible over the hum of conversation. Everyone seemed engaged in business-like conversations, helping themselves to the drinks and fancy snacks being passed around by the waiters.My eyes landed on the makeshift bar tucked into one corner of the room and I quickly made my way toward it, settling onto one of the empty stools. The bartender was a handsome young man, clean-shaven, tattoo sleeves running down both arms and a lip ring that caught the light when he smiled."What can I get for you, pretty face?" he asked, voice all smooth and charming. I couldn't tell if he was flirting or if that was just his default way with the ladies tonight. Either way, I returned his smile, trying to think of something to order."Um..." I hesitated. I wasn't exactly well-versed in alcohol. My knowledge was limited to the basics; beer, vodka, maybe some tequila if I

I let out a little yawn as I slowly sat up in my bed. The sun was so bright outside I could see the rays reflecting through my drawn curtains. Last night had been fun. Nathaniel and I talked, then had another round of drinks and then talked some more. And I had to admit we had a lot in common.We both had strict fathers growing up, still do. Both our moms aren't american. We're both movie enthusiasts, maybe me a bit more than him seeing as I'm basically unemployed and have so much free time on my hands. We both went to private school, but his was a boarding school and mine wasn't. I mean the list was pretty long.And our night had been long too. We ended up coming back past midnight, a bit tipsy but in high spirits. I had a good time.But then it hit me that this was just one of those rare nights and things were going to go back to how they've been this past week. Nathaniel's going to leave to God knows where and I was going to be left in this big house alone with Velma who didn't se

I let out a quiet hum under my breath, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as I took notice of the dark clouds that littered the sky. The sun had made a brief appearance in the morning, but by noon it had vanished, swallowed by thick, dark clouds.I was headed to my parents' place, courtesy of my mother. She'd called earlier, asked how I was, then somehow managed to convince me to come over. And when I couldn't come up with a decent excuse, she said her goodbyes in sing-song voice and immediately hung up.I always tense up a little when it comes to these impromptu visits. Not because I'm afraid of her, it's never like that, but because visits like this usually end in an argument or spiral into awkward silence. Apart from my sister Eleanor, I don't think there's anyone else in the family I could feel less awkward around. My dad? A whole different story. I tend to avoid him as much as I can.The past few days with Nathaniel had been surprisingly good, a weekend well spent. Afte

I let out a hysterical laugh as my best friend shot me a dirty look through my laptop screen. Her blonde curls were tied back in a messy bun and I couldn't tell if it was the video call quality or just the result of a long day, but her makeup looked all smudged and droopy. "So what I'm getting is that he's gay?""Well..." Kaylor shrugged, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I guess so. I mean, I found a wedding photo of him from ten years ago on Facebook and his partner was a guy. That pretty much sums it up.""Wait, how old is he?""Thirty-seven." she replied. "He told me once that he'd been married before, fresh out of college in his twenties. For some reason, he failed to mention that he married a 'man'.""He could be bi." I offered."Yeah, yeah." She scoffed. "I don't care anymore. I'm officially done with the men from this trip. They're all walking red flags."I laughed. "You were the one who wanted to extend your trip. You were supposed to be back a week ago.""I know." she fr