Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 110:.The charity gala is being held in what was once a restaurant that has since been converted into an event hall. It strikes the perfect happy medium between cheap and gauche. The restaurant facade does a good job of feigning accessibility and a down-to-earth atmosphere that doesn’t match the extended ballrooms and attached gardens. The whole thing screams look at me, look at how I’m both totally normal and also totally better than you I am and Isabella hates how well she knows that.She hates how easily that logic comes back to her.When Archibald touches the small of her back, Isabella recoils like she’s been burned, flinching away before her brain can catch up. Archibald stands there with his hand still outstretched, eyebrows creeping up to his hairline.“Sorry!” Isabella says, through the terror that’s making everything too sharp. She feels like an asshole even while she breathes through her teeth. “I’m sorry. You startled me.”Arc
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 111: .Archibald is across the room and talking to Nathaniel of all people, and it’s too late to back up because she’s already been spotted. Archibald makes a quick beckoning gesture with his hands, and Nathaniel? Nathaniel looks shocked and meanly delighted, like this is everything he could want. Isabella feels like she could very easily throw up again.She doesn’t throw up.Isabella, Professional Partygoer Who Doesn’t Puke On Floors in Public, forces her feet to move her forward. Forward, forward, step by step until she’s within the circle of appropriate distance, and then there’s an arm around her waist that pulls her straight out of acquaintances who know each other and firmly into people who have definitely seen each other naked territory.The way Archibald slots Isabella into his side doesn’t go unnoticed, not by a long shot, but it’s also the only thing that remotely helps quiet down a little of the internal screaming to keep it
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 112: . Nathaniel laughs like he thinks that Isabella’s very funny. “Spend the night with me and whatever he’s paying you, I’ll double it. Tell me to fuck off again, and everyone you’ve ever known will know exactly what you’ve been doing this whole time, slutting around places too good for you like a bitch in heat. Better yet—” Nathaniel leans in close; he’s wearing too much cologne, “Does Moneybags know about you? I bet he doesn’t. Maybe he should.” The rage, when it comes, is welcomed. Isabella whips around like a boomerang and shoves at Nathaniel hard with both hands, sending him crashing backwards into a waiter (and said waiter’s tray of full champagne flutes), and down to the ground in a shower of booze and glass. There’s no grace or dignity in the way the man goes down, and Isabella enjoys how it feels to be able to loom over him, breathing hard and absolutely furious. The room is very, very quiet. “Shut up,” Isabella grits o
Ditch the Ex. Ditch the Billionaire .Chapter 113:.Isabella starts crying again sometime in between Archibald reaching over to buckle her seatbelt for her and driving out of the parking lot. These tears are silent counterparts to the hurricane from earlier, but Isabella has just as little control now as she did then. They come without her say so, slipping down her cheeks and dropping onto the seat, her lap, her thighs. Once she starts she doesn’t know how to stop, and even Archibald curling his fingers around her own aren’t enough.The next few minutes are a flurry of activity; Archibald is as good as his word and informs one of the waitstaff that they’re leaving. No one so much as glances at Isabella, her red-rimmed eyes, or her shaky grip on Archibald’s hand. Someone cracks the seal on a water bottle and pours it into a to-go cup of ice, handing it to Archibald when Isabella doesn’t reach out to take it.By the time they reach the front door, a valet has brought the car around.
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 114: .“What was it specifically about tonight that was so upsetting to you?”Isabella winces. That’s a question that flies like an arrow and hits straight to the quick of the matter. She’s not sure how to talk about it without talking about everything else.Isabella wrings her hands in Archibald’s blankets.“I didn’t realize how—how much overlap there was going to be,” she says finally. “Until you said a name I recognized. You don’t get it— nobody liked me when I was working and it was—you don’t even know —it was bad, the whole thing was bad. The whole place was bad. The work culture was just, you know, eat or be eaten, everyone just waiting for the next person to fall? And when it was my turn, people just—they thought it was funny. That I was so bad at my job that I even got disowned too. Everybody knew about it and I—I didn’t want to be laughed at. In front of you. I didn’t want you to know what people thought about me.”Archibald make
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 115: . “Did he touch you?”“What?” Isabella jerks her hand away from her nape, worrying her lower lip between her teeth.“Did he touch you?” Archibald repeats. “Did he put any part of his person onto your person without your express permission, desire, or request?”“I don’t think, uh, it doesn’t—““Please don’t tell me what should or shouldn’t matter to me. Did that man put his hands on you?”“Just, um. He grabbed me by the back of the neck, but I made him let go,” Isabella finally admits. Almost instantly, a strong hand that feels absolutely nothing like Nathaniel’s presses gently against the back of her neck and holds. Isabella relaxes into it with a soft exhale and feels the tension in her body begin to uncoil. “He made a shitty comment about my— our arrangement and, uh. He made an offer.”Archibald’s hands, which have been continuously moving, go very still.“It was an offer that I—er. That I didn’t appreciate. And then he asked if y
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 116: .If life was a movie, this would be where Isabella magically starts getting her shit together.Unfortunately, if Isabella’s life was a movie it would probably be some sort of excruciating indie film in a foreign language with an ambiguous ending and no subtitles for the sake of pretension because in real life a meltdown and a heart-to-heart don’t really fix anything.There are unexpected repercussions that Isabella doesn’t see coming. Spending the weekend with Archibald is nice, but for a solid two weeks afterwards she struggles to leave her apartment. It’s a strange, nebulous fear that she never had, even when she was small and the monsters were out in the open and not just under her bed, but it’s hard to shake now. It feels like being hunted, even though Isabella knows that it’s ridiculous.Nathaniel’s opportunistic, not dedicated, and Isabella was merely convenient, not a target.She’s simply not that special and, realistically,
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 117: .“Good luck,” Isabella says, charmed and just a bit breathless. “Knock ‘em dead.”“That’s the plan,” Archibald replies. “Thank you.”And then he’s walking back towards the ring like he hadn’t just grabbed Isabella’s heart by the throat and slammed it up against a wall. A metaphorical wall. A very metaphorical and definitely not literal wall, and Isabella definitely (metaphorically and not literally) doesn’t have to press the flat of her palm to her chest to take in a breath after. The headgear goes back on and the two men in the ring, the other in sky blue, bow to one another.Archibald’s preferred weapon is a jian. It’s one that Isabella can appreciate, even if she wasn’t ever that skilled with it, but it particularly suits Archibald in the way that it requires precision. It’s a gentleman’s weapon, after all, and Archibald wields it like it’s merely an extension of his arm.He’s fast and his movements are so liquid smooth that Isa