All Chapters of Rendezvous With My Best Friend's Billionaire Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to yell at me for drinking your fancy scotch?" I hiccupped, wiping a mixture of rain and tears from my face."You look like a drowned rat, Chloe," Alexander’s deep, raspy voice rumbled through the quiet room. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I noticed the heavy crystal tumbler in his hand, with amber liquid swirling at the bottom. He had been sitting alone in the pitch black, drinking."Well, this drowned rat just lost her fiancé, her life savings, and her dignity!" I yelled back, holding the heavy glass bottle tightly to my chest. "So back off!"Alexander downed the rest of his glass in one gulp. He set the empty glass down on a side table and took a slow step toward me. "Keep your voice down. And give me the bottle. You've had enough.""Make me, Alexander," I challenged, raising the bottle to my lips for another swig.He moved so fast I barely saw it. In one second, he was across the room, and in the next, his large, warm

004 Alexander did not even look at Ruby as he walked into the ballroom. His cold blue eyes were fixed on me the whole time. He walked with confidence like he owned the place. People around us stopped talking, and just watched him. Every single guest noticed Alexander. Every waiter got out of his way. Every politician, celebrity and billionaire stood up straight when Alexander Thorne walked by. Mark, who had been smiling stopped smiling when he saw Alexander. Ruby was already smiling at Alexander. She thought she had found someone to throw me out. "Mr. Alexander " she said, fixing her dress. "I am so glad you are here. This woman does not belong at an event like this. I know her. She is just trying to get in for free." Alexander stopped in front of us. It got very quiet. He just looked at Ruby for a time. His face did not show any feelings. Ruby started talking but she sounded nervous. "If you could just tell security—" Alexander finally spoke. "Are you finished?" His voic

Chairman Thorne’s hearty laughter lingered between us, although filled the room for a moment. It was a rich and genuine enough that several guests near us simply smiled from just hearing it. Eventually, it faded into a soft smile, a fond smile that seemed reserved for only the precious memories going through his head. His eyes settled on Alexander. And I saw how the look in eyes changed to that of a grandfather looking at his grandson. And I could almost feel his emotions, my hand giving his arm light squeeze to bring him back. “You know…” He started quietly, lowering his voice like he was sharing a family secret. “…when Alexander was eight years old, he followed one of the estate gardeners around for nearly an entire afternoon. I blinked, a bit confused, but highly curious. “Why?” The man’s smile got wider. “He found a baby robin that had fallen out of it’s nest.” I snickered out, surprised and doubting my ears. “You must be joking. A bird?” Chairman Thorne nodded. “He refuse

My eyes rose to meet his through the mirror. He still had the same look he always did. Calm, calculated, and unfairly annoyingly composed. “As far as I’m concerned,” he said matter-of-factly, “I’m helping my wife fix the zipper of her dress.” The words settled between us, knocking some sense into me again. To him, being his “wife” was simply the role and a title I had agreed to play, nothing more. It was just another fact and responsibility he’d accepted the moment we signed that contract. I felt pathetic now, as an uncomfortable ache settled in my stomach at the thought. “You really don’t think these things through, do you?” I muttered under my breath shaking my head at him, more to myself. One of his brows quirked. “Sorry?” I sighed, rubbing my forehead in surrender. “Nothing.” I replied, my mind switching to something else like a defense mechanism. “What’s the history between you and Vivian Danvers? It sounds rather juicy, or is it not to go public?” I noticed his frown, n

The drive to BluTech passed quietly. The morning traffic crept through the bustling city where sunlight shimmered and reflected against rows of glass buildings and skyscrapers. Most of the way, Alexander read reports on his tablet, and answered phone calls with crisp replies. “…Push the Singapore meeting to Thursday.” “No…make it Friday.” He paused. “…Good.” Then the call ended. I sat next to him in a white bodycon corporate dress, paired with a black handbag, and white heels. Mia made sure to chose to make me a walking spotlight apparently. “You always sound like you’re firing someone when you’re on the phone.” I said, glancing his way. “I usually am.” I rolled my eyes and simply turned my head away from him. The Blutech Headquarters towered over the business district like monument of glass and steel, giant enough to dominate its surrounding. People, possibly the employees, bustled out the revolving doors, each carrying laptops, tablets and/or takeout coffee cups, but the