Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 49: Runaway . Hazel wasn’t even sure how they got back to her place, tiptoeing quietly through the dorm after removing their shoes, stifling giggles behind their hands as they made their way to her bedroom. Thankfully, her roommate was out, and as soon as the door was closed, Hazel found herself pressed up against it, Alan reaching for her thighs to easily lift her, wrapping Hazel’s legs around his waist as he carried her the short distance to his bed, dropping her unceremoniously amongst the crumpled sheets. Hazel licked her lips as Alan pulled his shirt over his head as he crawled onto the bed between Hazel’s legs, pulling her up to kiss her again. His hands moved to the hem of Hazel’s shirt, and he broke the kiss for Hazel to lift her arms, allowing the shirt to join Alan’s on the floor. She gasped as Alan gently bit down on the tender space between her neck and shoulder, lips following the natural contour of her body u
Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 49: exes turned besties .Unfortunately, things take a turn for the worse twelve hours later. Isabella and Archibald have barely sat down to have breakfast when Archibald’s phone rings. “It’s my publicist,” he groans. Flashing Isabella an apologetical look, he picks up. “Jane?” Isabella can’t hear what she says, but judging by Archibald’s shocked expression, it can’t be anything good. “Fuck,” he curses a few moments later. “For real?” Isabella’s heart clenches when Archibald looks at her full of worry. “These fucking assholes… Okay, we– No, we don’t want to make a statement… Hm… okay, sure. See you later.”“What happened?” Isabella croaks as soon as Archibald has ended the call. She’s breathing heavily when Archibald gently takes his hands in his own.“Someone… leaked quite a bit of information about you to the papers,” He says gravely. “I’m sorry, baby.”“W-What information?”Archibald sighs deeply. “Your full name, your age, where you
Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 51: Mother in Law .“W-Why did you post this?” Isabella asks after a few seconds of staring at Alan’s phone with wide eyes.Because it will give him a shit ton of followers? Duh. “Because I have hundreds of hateful comments from people asking me what I’m thinking about my uncle dating a girl younger than me,” Harley explains. “By posting this, they’ll see that I already knew and that I’m okay with it. They will see that I don’t mind you and uncle dating even though we are exes”. “But… that caption makes it sound like I don’t care about the hate.”“That’s the point. You need to show them that their comments don’t get to you or they’ll never stop,” Alan says, knowing well enough that this photo will probably only increase the hate. It's not exactly a flattering angle for Isabella, and the side-by-side comparison with Alan compared to Isabella and Archibald makes it even more painfully obvious how young she is. “N-No, I– Please delete it
Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 51: . Bones aching with a dull pain, Jake sat up in his disheveled bed and just sighed. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to have pulled a double shift, but he needed the money, even if he hated his job– if you could even call it that. Being ordered around by people in a mail room wasn’t exactly where he saw himself as a kid. He saw himself as maybe a powerful businessman, athlete, or engineer. But nope, not Jake. He realized around his first year of college that he should just go into the workforce. But god, he despised it more than anything. A satisfying pop was heard as he stretched his arms over his head and folded his long limbs out of bed, feet touching the carpet floor of his apartment. He looked over at the alarm clock: 10:06 AM. Nearly tripping over piles of dirty clothes, Jake stumbled out of his bedroom and toward the small kitchenette he shared with his roommate, Robbie. A stocky guy with curly black hair and a ve
Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 52: electric, sacred, and so tender . “I’m Jake.” He said, extending a hand. “Aileen,” She replied, shaking it, smiling warmly despite the weather. Trying desperately to remember how to make conversation with somebody and failing, he felt his mouth begin to speak before his brain could think, “You’re pretty. I like your dress.” She looked even better in his coat. Aileen’s perfect lips curled up into an embarrassed smile, “Really? Oh, thank you. Bad decision though. Again, thanks for the coat.” Jake nodded and they looked up at the hiding moon together. “You from here?” She asked. Her perfume was floral, he could smell it. “Yeah, no. I only school here. Most weekends, I go back to the capital.” He was slipping, words slurring. “That’s nice, I just came for sight seeing, been bored at home and realized I had a small house here. Thank goodness I had friends from high school to meet with, they were the ones who invited me he
Ditch the Ex and Date the Billionaire.Chapter 1: Break Up.*Isabella* Balancing the bento cake on my hand and the strings of red birthday balloons carefully, I walked quietly to the main entrance. I smiled to myself knowing that my boyfriend would never expect what was going to happen. It’s his birthday and I planned on surprising him after I got back from work.I bent the door handle trying to pushed it open but stopped realizing it was stuck. Alan wasn’t around? Tucking a strand of my curly dark brown hair behind my ear, I pulled out the spare key Alan had given to me at the beginning of our relationship and opened the villa's door.The lights in the sitting room were turned off as I looked around confused.Alan never leaves his lights turned off. He always complained of having a phobia of the darkness. I could see cereal boxes and popcorn tubs scattered around the floor, my brows creased while I fixed my gaze on the television which was on.What the ...?I understand that
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 3: A new friend .*Isabella*“Excuse me, Are you holding silent conversations with yourself? Should I be worried?.” I looked away from the mirror that i was staring into and turned to my left seeing Dara, a co-worker and coincidentally, the only nice person in this building.“Hey, Dara.” I say, my voice cracking a little bit.She sighed bringing up her hand to touched my forehead as she gave me a look.“Have you been crying all day, please tell me you haven’t ?.”I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion of the different panic attacks I had today or the soft encouraging look from Dara that spurs me to suddenly be so open, but I’m too tired and I just feels like I’m failing.“I’m just tired, Dara... .” I rasped out blankly staring at my miserable self in the mirror. “It’s been weeks and I feel like I can’t catch a break in this company.” “Bella ... .” She mutters in response reaching out to hold my hand.“Would it be bad if I wanted to resign?.