Running into Mr. Billionaire

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I glared hard at him.

”Have you lost your mind?” I growled. Yes, I was mad! Mad because he was the one who asked me to accompany him then out of nowhere he decided to have a chit-chat with Sophia.

How dare he?

He ordered me so that he could make me a laughing stock. And I won’t let that happen.

If he wants to play with fire then let him play because he doesn’t know his hands will be burned at the hand.

”Why? I am perfectly fine. Ms Brooke,” he cleared his throat but his hands were doing something else.

I felt a cold touch through my knees to my upper thigh. It made me shiver from head to toe.

What is he doing?

”What are you doing? Get off me now!” I uttered.

However, it came more like a whisper. It was barely audible to me.

”What I am doing?” His eyes were twinkling from amusement, his breathing was shallow. His chest was rising from up to down.

So he wants me to confess that his touch was affecting me? On dear, he made me his fiancee. Why not tease him then?

I roamed my hand through his back in a way to feel his body. Which was very stiff. I felt him relaxing under my touch and his heaviness of breath was about to go until I punched him hard on his back.

”Ouch! What the hell is wrong with you?” He whined.

”Nothing, dear!” I patted my eyelashes to him.

He cannot argue about this now, he can only remain silent and if he attempted to speak then I will repeat it.

He cleared his throat then looked at me again.

He got up and commenced jerking his coat.

What was he trying to do? What’s in his mind?

”What are you doing?” I asked him, crossing my arms across my chest in an arguing manner.

”You should behave properly. I don’t want any trouble here!” Why? Is there something important to happen today? And if yes then what it is? You are reading on novelceо.com, the official source.

”What about today?”

I cleared my throat. My hair was open now, and I just slightly combed instead they were wild as I am a madwoman.

”You should see your image,” he gave me a look. The look was telling me that he was disgusted to see my image. He gave me a look that was telling me he is not at all pleased and will never be if I didn’t do anything to make my hair.

But I liked it!

His jaw was clenched. He was not smirking anymore, still, his orbs were diluted for some reason.

”I am not keen to see my image, because I hardly care about it!” I declared while walking towards the small high window that was situated high on the wall.

”Then I must say, you should start cleansing yourself immediately. We have an even attend tonight!” With that, he dialled the number on his cell phone and walked away.

How can he be so arrogant? He could have told me about the event, given me all information related to it, and in a precise manner he could have told me about my appearance, but no! He had to be a jerk!

I walked towards the giant mirror that was hung on the purple painted wall. I looked at myself, from my eyes to my hair. I was looking like an ape with no future and past.

Maybe he was right, but he should have said that in a gentlemanly manner.

Oh, I am an idiot! To whom I was expecting? Mr Blake Jensen being. Gentleman? That cannot happen not even in billion years.

And he must be talking to his girlfriend Sophia!

The blonde girl is a top model of the famous magazine.

I have a long day to myself. So why not utilize it to explore the beauty of London?

I can do everything I have always wanted to do. All alone!

A wide smile spread across my face. Making me jump with joy.

I started dancing and reciting a melody that I used to hear from my mother when I was a child then I went washroom to clear my skin. The skin which was glowing at some time is pale now. My eyes didn’t have the spark which I had before.

I should do something, I need to enjoy this day as much as possible because I m clueless about the duration of this trip.

He is a brainless man. What if he declared that we have to leave tomorrow then I will be regretful for the rest of my life. So! This is the correct time to utilize this opportunity.

I wore a bathrobe and started exploring any outfit which I am going to wear while taking a troll on the road.

Then I realised he was the one who didn’t let me carry my bag. So, I am without clothes here? Get faster updates on NovelCEO.

Those clothes which I was counting on before are wet now.

And I cannot roam in this bathrobe on the streets of London then what should I do?