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Forget About Me, Billionaire 27: Rett and Everette
CHRISTY:“You're too full of yourself, you know that? Everette?”His brows knitted. “I'm telling the truth.”“Your truth is not my truth.” Locking gazes with the waiter, I declared, “Please give me two beers. In cans.”I need something to drink. “Two glasses? You're not making yourself drunk, Christina. If you do I—”“You don't stop me from doing what I want Everette. That's what I don't want from you. I never said I wanted to go home.”Why does almost everyone want to control my life? Dang it. I also wanted to take control. “Why are you doing this?”“I want to celebrate our marriage.”His eyes narrowed. “You never were happy about it.”I grinned. “Bingo. You're sharp.”“We can order whatever you want to drink if we are at the house. You don’t have to be here.”I wanted to be here. This place was the only thing that made me forget that I was alone. That I had no company. Entering this crowded place felt like the problems had no power over me. I smiled sadly and drank the contents
Forget About Me, Billionaire 28: Friends?
CHRISTY:This had something to do with the alcohol, I muttered to myself. The alcohol was making me ultra-sensitive and I did not like it at all especially if Everette was looking at me with pity in her eyes.Why was I crying? Why would I always cry in front of him? The fuck. Angrily, I wiped the tears from my eyes and turned my back to him.“Christina. I can bring back the Rett you enjoyed talking about before,” he muttered softly. “If that's the only way that will make me see you as your friend.”I inhaled deeply. Take reign of your emotions, Christy. You're not a crybaby so stop acting like one. “Why would you do that?” I snapped, still with my back to him.“You Everette, but you like Rett. I can feel it the way you chatted with me. But when it was Everette who sent you a text message, you won't be replying at all. You can tell me how to fix this.”“You cannot fix anything.”“We should fix this. I don't want a wife who would always hate me. Forever. Do you want me to return to Re
Forget About Me, Billionaire 29: Agreement
CHRISTY:A smile curved on my lips as I dreamed of something beautiful. It was me holding a baby and it looked so much like —I felt the slight shaking of my shoulders. And when I opened my eyes, Everette was silently looking at me. As if he was studying my face and the freckles I had. “Wake up, sleepyhead. It's time to wake you.”His words did not automatically register in my mind except for the smile on his handsome face. My hands were itching to brush my fingers on his cheeks and pinched both of his rounded cheeks. “Rett.”He smiled when we locked each other's gaze and said, “We are here. I hate to wake you up, but it's getting colder outside.”He looked so handsome, was the first thing I thought. Everything about him was almost perfect. Did I marry someone like him?And my dream. What was it about? It seemed like it had something to do with him and our future.“Tina?” he asked when all I did was look at him. “Do you hear me?”Why are you so handsome again?“You think so?” he ask
Forget About Me, Billionaire 30: Sideways
CHRISTY:My heart continued pounding like crazy as we entered my room. It suddenly felt hot and all evidence that I was sleepy was left in my system. Damn it. Why did I say yes again to this setup?You said you pity him. This man had been nice to you and you were the only bitch who treated him unjustly. “Clean room. I hope this will always be set up every single day. Not your clothes on the floor and your underwear unwashed.”My room was not like this before. This was surprisingly clean. “Won’t you thank me for cleaning your room?” Everette asked.Right. It was him. We were the only people in this big mansion. It would be lovely if little kids were running in the hallway while shouting as they played. But with our situation, it won’t be happening any moment from now.“I did not tell you to clean them for me.” I had plans of cleaning it when I came home, anyway. But then I forgot. “I want to do it for you. Do you know my love language? It's an act of service.”That explained why he
Forget About Me, Billionaire 31: Forehead Kiss
CHRISTY:Everette wanted me to show me to his people. To introduce me to them? The big question of why on my mind might have been plastered on my face because Everette was looking at me with confusion. But at the same time, my heart fluttered.In my past relationships, none of them wanted me to meet their friends or family. But when it comes to Everette, it seemed like it was easy for him.He was not ashamed of me? Mom never introduced me to our employees. It was only my brother saying it was only the successor that should be given the privilege. So, the people in our company only saw my brother. Some of them knew about me because of my big brother too because he had this picture of us in his office. And now, Everette wanted everyone to know about me even if we got divorced after six months.“What are you planning, Everette?”No. He must be planning something. That was the only thing that I could think of when he said those words. Perhaps he had plans of making me a laughingstock i
Forget About Me, Billionaire 32: Cook
CHRISTY:A pair of strong hands snaked around my waist while snuggling in my body.I groaned and out of habit, cuddled that thing or someone. Hmmm. He was so warm that having a blanket was no longer necessary. He smelled so much like Everette as it had the same addicting smell as him. Wait. Everette? Why would I be thinking of Everette? My eyes flashed open and looked at the man whom I was cuddling. It was indeed Everette. His arms snaked around my waist while his head was on my breast.Memories of what happened last night flashed in my memories.I panicked internally and slowly untangled myself under his embrace, careful not to awaken him. I could still not face him like this. It was embarrassing!Glancing at the clock on the wall, I found out it was already noon.Dammit.Did I sleep this late?For the first time, I had the most peaceful sleep without waking now and then. I leaned on the headboard while biting my lower lip. Don't fret, Christy. Just pretend that he did not put
Forget About Me, Billionaire 33: That Woman
CHRISTY:I stopped midway in cutting the chicken meat and stared at him with disbelief. Everette never considered thinking it was I who cooked everything. It had to be Secretary Levi. Might as well slap me. “Are you seriously telling me that? Levi? Is your secretary the only one you could think of? Is he the only one capable of cooking for you? You're seriously ruining my mood right now, Everette.”I did not like this day. First, I found out about that woman on his wallpaper. Next, he had to say Secretary Levi was the one who cooked everything. Cooking was the only thing that made me forget my annoyance earlier and why did he have to bring my irritation now?His eyebrows formed a straight line. “Did you order? I told you I don’t eat takeouts. I want them cooked inside the house.”I glared at him.I cut my fingers while peeling potatoes. I burned my hands when I accidentally touched the hot surface of the stove. It was not Secretary Levi who experienced those things! It was me!“S
Forget About Me, Billionaire 34: Support
CHRISTY:Everette and I were not talking as we were driving to his company. We were using his car, even if I insisted that I wanted to ride with Happiness. The sense of comfort and security that the car gave me was at the highest level.I felt him constantly glancing at me now and then but pretended that I did not care a bit.I was still mad at him for snapping at me. For making me feel as if I did the greatest sin of all—touching his phone. I admit it was not good to touch someone else's phone, but still…why did he have to be mad?It only showed that he was guilty. “About earlier…” he started while his eyes were glued to the road.I folded my arms in front of my chest. “What happened earlier? I no longer remember.”That should be enough to tell him that I was not in the mood to be talking about it. I was afraid that if he kept on insisting on what happened earlier, I might snap and tell him hurtful things that I might regret earlier.The best thing to do was to keep silent. “You k
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