All Chapters of I Stole A Kiss From A Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LESLIE'S POVAll my life, I have felt out of sorts. Like I never truly belonged anywhere and now, as Kayla dragged me with them, the feeling was on an all-time high.I was not supposed to be here.“Kayla, let the poor woman go on her way. What if she has another engagement?," Sasha sighed. I noticed she was a quiet person and didn’t speak unless spoken to. I wondered how someone like that could be friends with the hyperactive Kayla.“Hey, what engagement could be more important than bonding with her sisters-in-law, right Leslie?” She turned to me and I forced a smile on my face. I still haven't learnt the habit of saying no to things I didn't want to do. “You see! She wants to join us too. Let's go. We are going to have so much fun.”Thanks to Kayla's constant blabbering, I learnt that Sasha was getting married soon to Gerald Thompson, a fast rising CEO so they decided to come out shopping before they are completely swallowed up by wedding preparations. I also learnt that the wedding

SELENE’S POVBang! Bang!! Bang!!!My eyes fluttered open, my body drenched in sweat. I sat up and ran my hands through my bed nest hair as the after waves of my nightmare crashed against me. It had been years yet it still always managed to rattle me.I hopped out of bed just as another set of bangs fell on my door but I ignored it as always. It was probably mum or another family member who couldn't mind their business and wanted to pry things out of me.I had no idea why they wouldn't just leave me alone like they did for all these years.I freshened up and rushed to the kitchen, eager to get coffee into my system. I plugged in the kettle and leaned on the counter, my thoughts drifting to unwanted territories. My endless nights trapped in that room that was completely painted white. Sessions with numerous therapists that I wasn't interested in. Several nights where I banged the door, begging to be released, to be let go, to be treated like a human.A bang sounded on the door again at

LESLIE'S POV I pulled my bag over my head, smiling at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a crocheted sweater and a pair of jeans and on my feet were red bottom heels. When I was unaware, Saint had changed my whole wardrobe. While the generosity was overwhelming, I knew he did it because I had to look every part like his wife.Saint Baxter’s wife couldn't be putting on old clothes now, could she?There was a brief knock on the door before Saint popped his head in, his eyes travelling over my figure. “Going somewhere?" “I have a meeting with the ladies." “Ladies?" He left the door and walked towards me. “Who?" “Just the young ladies of the family. We are meeting to bond," I shrugged. I could probably be tagged as extravagantly dressed for a mere meeting but knowing the ladies of the Baxter family, I would be the most underdressed.“Alright, call me if you need someone to rescue you from there," he grinned.“About that, my phone is faulty so just call Selene or Sasha if you n

LESLIE'S POV This was the most ironic comic relief I have ever experienced. Yes, it managed to thaw the ice but at what cost?Everyone moved around frantically, getting rid of the evidence of our meeting as Kayla put on her door lock“Kayla Elizabeth Baxter, open this door right now." Her mum screamed when she tried the door handle and it didn't budge. "I know you are at home. Are you doing something shady in there?”“No, mum! I'm not decent. Why don't you come back later?” Kayla shouted back. Everyone of us held our breath to see if she would take the bait."You brat! I bathed you until you were fourteen. What part of your body haven't I seen before? Open this damn door." Kayla groaned and walked up to us. "I don't think I can stop her. The both of you need to hide. I can explain other people's presence but I can't explain yours. It would look suspicious no matter what story I cook up.”I nodded, grabbed Saint's hand and pulled him towards the store room Sasha had taken me to earli

LESLIE'S POVHarold Holdings was smaller than I expected it to be. It had just three floors. For a company that was chased by even the great Saint Baxter, I expected more.I rode up the elevator to the third floor, grateful that I had put extra effort into my dressing today. I was putting on a pair of wide legged black pants, paired with a cute but professional blouse. My hair was let down, falling in waves over my shoulders. I looked and felt confident.This was my chance to repay Saint for what he had done for me so I was going to make sure I got it.I was led to the waiting area and I paused to see four people other than myself waiting for the pitching. I sat down unfazed because I had faced competitions more brutal than this.I updated Saint in the meantime, letting him know everything was fine. One would think I was going to war with how he was bombarding my phone with messages asking me if I was okay.I looked up just in time to see my sister, Liliana walk in. She saw me at the