Ditch the Ex and Date The Billionaire

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 2: Enjoy now .“You look so miserable”. Someone say hatefully into my ear just before I manage to sit down at my desk.I fought back a shiver at my coworker's gross invasion of personal space.Zoe is in her late 30s but it’s so ridiculously cringey that she seems to find joy in making my miserable life… a lot more miserable.I arched an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking about?”.“I heard the CEO’s grandson broke up with you.” She revealed with a glint in her eyes. “You do know that you’re only here because you are dating the CEO’s grand son, hm?. So which means illiterate Isabella will soon be kicked out of here like the unwanted trash you are.” She says clapping at her ridiculous statement. If I had the energy, i would remark on how childish Zoe was acting right now but I can barely go into a argument with my emotional stability in shambles.I hate the fact that the unit I was working made the coworkers have a shared cubicle. If not

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 4: Encounter .*ISABELLA* “This is the First Friday night that I have been out without Alan. He’s usually the party type.” I say revealing to Dara.She groaned. “Alan this, Alan that. Isabella, you are not doing a very good job at moving on.”“I can’t move on if you and your boyfriend are giving each other googly eyes in front of me. It reminds me of when—.”“Alright that’s enough.” Riven pulled away from Dara putting some space in between them. “Is this okay?.”“No.” I sigh wistfully. “Everything else still reminds me of Alan. I hate him but I can’t hate the memories we had here.”“Sorry, Isabella,” Dara says, reaching across the table and squeezing my hand. “But I still don’t think putting yourself out there would hurt. Maybe give it a try?.” I gave her a look. “It hasn’t been a month since I found out that my boyfriend cheated on me. So just give me a break.”“I certainly didn’t call you over for a sob story. Your life really is mise

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 6: Big fish . *Isabella’s POV*That seems to be all the confirmation Archibald needs. He leans in, closing the tiny bit of remaining distance between us, lips pressing into mine, gentle fingers cupping my jaw. His mouth is soft, and kissing him is easy, just like all the rest of this has been. It’s not logical, but it feels like the right thing to do. He hums against my mouth, like he can hear my thoughts and he’s agreeing to them. It’s slow and cautious at first, it seems like neither of us sure how far to take it. We are playing a game with no rulebook. But my brain is chanting at me: more, more, more, so I tentatively sweep my tongue across Archibald’s bottom lip, and he reciprocates, opening up to let me in. I sigh into his mouth, and Archibald’s hand trails around to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls a little, tilting my head back for better access. I should probably not be surprised that my hot,

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 8: Back in line . *ARCHIBALD* Alan’s fists clenched at his sides, his anger evident as his jaw clenched. “I’m not telling you twice. Stay away from my girlfriend.” “Ex girlfriend.” Archibald corrected him immediately. Alan scoffed. “She’s only with you because I dumped her. If I wanted her back then I would.”“Keep thinking that.” Archie replied lazily reaching out to take a sip of Warren’s alcohol.Alan gritted his teeth and was about to argue more when Lisa cleared her throat interrupting.“Alan, that’s enough. Do not talk to your uncle like that.”“I will talk to him the way I want. He lost my respect when he went for what was mine.”“What was yours? Isabella is not an object.” Archibald said getting visibly annoyed by the way the conversation was going. “Stop talking about her like that.”“I’ll stop when you leave her alone.”“Isn’t it past your bedtime?.” Warren spoke up talking to Alan.Alan halted at the words as he scornful

Ditch the ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 10: Embraces . *ISABELLA* “Isabella, open the door. I’m worried.” The world goes black for a second before I blink my eyes into awareness. I unlock the door but have no energy to move from my spot on the closed toilet lid. Warren carefully opens the stall door so he doesn’t startle me. His worried eyes meet the tear filled ones of mine and I had to clench my eyes shut, the tears overflowing down my face. Warren quietly takes my hand and places it on his own chest, over his own heart. “Copy me.” Warren’s calm voice speaks. “In for 3, hold for 2 and out for 4, copy me.” I copy him. For several moments I keep my eyes closed as I copy Warren’s deep breathes. Once my breathing is under control, I open my eyes, but I don’t meet Warren’s. I stare at my hand clutched in Warren’s grip, feeling the soft fabric of his grey overcoat. Unlike I expected, Warren doesn’t remove my hand. He lets my hand fall from his chest but keeps