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Choosing My Billionaire Husband Twenty-five
So much for my acting. I did as he asked, deciding it would be better if I just got it over with. I turned till I was lying on my back, facing him. We were way too close, I realized when I was on my back. He seemed to realize it too because a smirk crept into his face when I looked up at him. He was sitting on the bed next to me, his body just a few inches away from mine, so close he could touch me if he just moved his hand a little. And that was exactly what he did. My skin sizzled where he touched it and I was surprised by my reaction. Sitting up on the bed, I coughed to hide my reaction, but he had noticed. That self-indulgent smirk only deepened, but fortunately, he didn't try to get any closer. Getting up, he took off his shoes, then his tie and when he began to take off his dress shirt, I realized he was going to undress. I turned away immediately, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I didn't want him to view me as a prude or to make a big deal about it, but I didn't want to se
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Twenty-six
"I used to be an architect before my illness. I worked at a brewery and did other petty businesses by the side after I lost my job. I graduated from the University of California with honors, and moved here sometime afterward." I smiled at Kayden before giving him a little applause. "That's great. At this rate, you're going to remember every single thing like you never even lost your memory at all."Once I said that, his face fell. "Still feels like I'm just reciting someone else's life and not mine, though," he said, turning away. I frowned. This was how it always was. I hated the fact I couldn't help. His attitude toward all of this was eating me up as well. I felt his hand on mine and I flinched."I know you've been doing the best you can," he said, smiling back. "I'll never take that for granted." "Okay then. Let's continue.""We dated for three years and were so sure we would get married. I'd already bought the ring and all." I blushed, but I couldn't turn away. Deciding no
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Twenty-seven
"It's not even that late," I argued, trying to keep my anger in check. There was no use reacting to him like this. That was probably what he wanted, for me to prove his point on why he couldn't give me a job. I looked away, not liking the way he was occupying the entire bed and making the room all his again. I'd become so accustomed to staying alone and doing whatever I wanted, but now he was back from wherever he had for to, I knew I wouldn't be able to anymore. "Is that all that's getting you mad?" he asked, resting his head on his hands and trying to hide a smirk. He was talking about the name. I breathed in. I'd been bullied in high school and I'd discovered that the main thing that fueled bullies was when the person they were bullying reacted to their ridiculous names. I wasn't about to give him that leverage. I kept my face as expressionless as I could. I wondered how he did it so effortlessly."I'm just confused. I thought we agreed I had my freedom. Why should you care wh
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Twenty-eight
Much to my disappointment, Davis didn't try to stop me. I was a long way away from the room before I discovered I had nowhere to spend the night. Ugh. That was probably why he didn't even bother. I stopped halfway, wondering if it would be better to swallow my pride and return to the room or just keep going until I found somewhere else. Surely, this huge house would have some spare room that was manageable. Gah, he was more than annoying. And what was it with his stupid mood swings? Just because he owned this house he thought he could treat me however he pleased. I made up my mind. I wasn't going back. While I pondered on what to do, Natalie found me pacing on the staircase. Although she curtsied when I noticed her, she had a look on her face that seemed to say she knew exactly what had happened and was mocking me for it. "Shouldn't you be in bed now, ma'am?" she asked. "Is there a problem? Do you need my help?" Even if she was the last person available, I would never need her
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Twenty-nine
I practically burst through the door into Kayden's room with the pictures in my hand. His mother was there. She shot a look that was in between disgust, shock, and fury as I stood at the door, panting and trying to catch my breath."Hi, Cass," he waved at me. "Is there any problem?" his mother asked me. "Not really. I'll come in later. When you're done with him." She laughed drily. "He's my son so I can even spend the whole day with him if I wanted." "Mom," Kayden appealed, tapping her shoulder and turning to me. "I think whatever Cass has to tell me must be truly important. She's never burst into my ward like this. Just give us a few minutes, please?" She looked like she'd just swallowed a lemon. However, she got up soon after and stormed out of the room. Before she passed me, she whispered, "You've done it again." Walking to Kayden's side, I wondered what it was about me and my significant other's moms. Davis' mom hated my guts even more. "How are you?" I asked him, lettin
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Thirty
"What's wrong?" Kayden asked, noting the look on my face. "Who is he? How do you know him? Is he a bad person? I didn't really get that vibe from him." "He's my…" I began before shutting my mouth immediately. I couldn't tell him the truth about my marriage to Davis. He knew I was married, but somehow we'd gone this long without talking about it. I didn't want him to know I was married to the person who had come to visit him at this hospital. "He's just someone your father told me about. He gave me the pictures," I said instead. "Why do you have so many of them then? You never had to bring this many before. This man has to be important." Oh jeez. I'd forgotten how smart and intuitive Kayden was. I'd never been able to outsmart him in the past and even now when he didn't have any concrete memories to fall back to, he could still see right through my lie. "I just... He was apparently a businessman as well. You once tried your hand in photography but it didn't work. You took many pic
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Thirty-one
"Over here," an unfamiliar woman led me toward the office I already knew too well. A wave of guilt passed through me when I realized the previous receptionist had lost her job because of me. I didn't protest, following her like sheep. This woman was different in every way. She was a brunette and much shorter than the other one. She was not smiling and she had an air around her that made me uncomfortable. I didn't also speak because I didn't want anything that would make Davis fire any other person on my account again. "Go to the last room down this hall and knock," she said, pointing down the hallway to Davis' office. "He has company at the moment, but he specifically requested you be brought to his office immediately, so just…" Before she could round off the list of her instructions, we heard the loud angry voice of Davis thunder all the way from his office. She froze beside me, fear instantly washing over her. Inasmuch as she was different from the previous receptionist, they bo
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Thirty-two
I hated the smug look on his face. I hated the fact that he had all the power and could do whatever he pleased. I hated the fact that there was nothing I could do but acquiesce to his demands. "Your training will kickstart officially from tomorrow, so get prepared," he said, going back to his computer and dismissing me. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I couldn't complain. He knew I needed this job and that was why he was doing this. He said I was impatient. I'd show him how wrong he was. With a smile on my face I hoped looked natural, and I nodded. "Sure. I can't wait." He simply waved me away before speaking into the intercom. "Bring in my next guest." How rude! "Should I leave or…?" I asked, hating this feeling. There was a knock on the door, interrupting me. Davis shut the laptop down, relaxed lower into his seat, and adjusted his tie. "Come in," he said, his eyes beaming. A beautiful woman who looked specifically handcrafted by god himself strutted into the r
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