Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 89: .Archibald murmurs against the top of Isabella’s head. “After all, I have spent the past three days trying to woo you. I was starting to think my efforts were not going to pay off.”Isabella pulls away, blinking up at him. She laughs. “Trust me, Archibald, you didn’t even have to try.”After they’ve both gotten all rinsed off, Isabella turns off the shower, then helps Archibald step out, handing him a clean towel. He ruffles it over his hair, trying to dry it a bit. “I’m going to look like a monster in the morning, going to sleep with my hair like this,” Archibald warns her. “You might be scared of me.”“I don’t think I will be,” Isabella says, smiling.The rest of it is calm and quiet and comfortable: they each get dressed in their pajamas, completing their respective pre-bedtime routines, turning off all the lights and crawling into bed. Isabella’s in a clean white t-shirt and gym shorts, and Archibald is only wearing sweatpants
Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 90: . Unfortunately, Isabella’s mood drops moments after she arrives at work on Monday morning. Beaming, she wishes her co-workers a ‘Good Morning’ and walks to her desk, where she finds a sticky note that has Hector’s handwriting on it. ‘Please see me in the office.’ It’s not unusual that Hector leaves her notes like that, so Isabella’s still in good spirits when she knocks on Hector’s door. “Good Morning,” She greets the man cheerfully. “You wanted to see me?” “Close the door, please.” Even though Hector spoke calmly, his voice sounded very cold. Smile faltering, she obliges and nervously sits down in front of Hector’s desk. “What’s going on?” He looks at her sternly. "You said you wanted me to be honest with you, so… I’m disappointed and upset that you didn’t even feel the need to call or text me to cancel our appointment.” “What appoint–” Isabella begins, but then, it hits her.She was supposed to have dinner with Hector on
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 91:.She was supposed to have dinner with Hector on Saturday. Fuck. Guilt hits her like a freight train. “O-Oh my god, I’m… I’m so sorry, Hector, I… completely forgot. I was on that vacation with Archie, and–”“I saw,” Hector interrupts, folding his arms in front of his chest. “Your Instagram post was all over the internet. I hope you know that I would’ve completely understood if you had canceled, but standing me up like that without saying anything? It’s disrespectful and not something I expected of you.”She desperately tries to swallow the lump of tears forming in her throat. “I know, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you call me when I didn’t show up?”“Because I forgot my phone at home. What does it matter, though? It’s not like you could’ve teleported over here anyways. I would've still sat there like an idiot.”“I’m really sorry,” She repeats. “Can I please make it up to you? How about we go and have dinner today? Or tomorrow?”Hector knits hi
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 92: .Groaning, Alan drags his ass out of bed and takes a long shower. If he’s not mistaken, his grand mother will be at the penthouse this weekend. It’s the perfect opportunity to spend some time with her and beg her to talk to his grand father.Even if he willingly left the company on his own, he needed his grand father to still back him up whenever needed. Yet, Alan is still nervous when he unlocks the door to the penthouse an hour later. To avoid running into his uncle, he didn’t announce his visit beforehand, which Alan regrets when he finds the living-kitchen area completely empty. Did he mistake the time frame that his grand mother was supposed to come? However, when Alan lets his eyes roam, he doesn’t see any indication that anybody is even around. It's just way too tidy… Frowning, he opens his mouth to call for someone, but a loud yelp and a slapping sound coming from the corridor startles him. What the hell?Heart pounding
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 93:.The next day at the firm, Alan immediately goes to Hector to tell him that he apologized and moved back into the penthouse. “Also, you should know that Isabella lied to uncle about you. She claimed that you were upset with her because she was supposed to have dinner with you or something.”Alan’s smile falters when Hector says, “Actually, she was supposed to have dinner with me.”“Wait, what? I thought you were mad with her because you're on my side and stuff?”“I am.” Hector lifts a hand to run his fingers through his hair. “I actually didn't give a shit about having dinner with her.”“Then… Why did you set a date with her?” “Because Archibald wanted me to befriend Isabella, so she would feel more comfortable working here. Lately, I haven’t been happy with Isabella’s performance at all, and both of them know it. Don’t tell your Archibald I told you, though. He doesn’t want you to become jealous or something since you and I are so
Ditch the Ex. Ditch the Billionaire .Chapter 94:.The first couple of days after Alan moved back home, Alan and Isabella are pointedly friendly towards one another. Even though Isabella accused Alan of avoiding him, she doesn’t exactly show any interest in spending time with him or in talking to him more than the mostly shallow, but friendly words they exchange during meals or before she leaves for work. Since Alan can feel his affection for Isabella growing whenever they do talk a little, he is relieved that they're keeping a distance from each other. At the same time, he hopes that she won’t accuse him of avoiding her or being hostile towards her again.The sooner he can execute his plan, the better...Unfortunately, everything is taking much longer than Alan expected. First, he has to wait for the perfect moment to unlock Archie’s IPad (the code is an open secret in the household) and implement Hector’s Trojan. Since he doesn’t feel comfortable giving Hector access to the ca
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 95: .Chuckling, Isabella rolls her eyes. “Archie... I love you, but can you please shut up and enjoy your meal?”It seems to be impossibly hard for Archibald to accept her spoiling him like that. Worried, he mentions how expensive the filet steaks must’ve been, and although they were, she just rolls her eyes again.“Please, don’t worry about it, babe. It’s not like I’ve spent a lot of money on food lately.” When Archie still looks worried, she raises her brows seductively. “If you really want to return the favor, I do accept orgasms as a payment.”Smirking, she sees that Archibald tightens his grip on his fork. She twitches excitedly at the idea of what Archie could be doing to her after dinner, so she doesn’t waste any more time and starts eating.During the meal, Archie and Isabella don’t talk much. Instead, they mostly exchange lascivious looks. When she stretches out her leg, just barely managing to reach all the way over to press it
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 96:.She doesn’t always like it, not at all, but every now and then, it’s just what he needs. Just like when she sometimes needs Archie to be rough and mean to her instead of being caring and gentle… When she was younger, she never understood why she yearned to have a loving relationship with someone who’d consider her their equal, and still occasionally liked to watch porn where one part was humiliated or degraded. She figured something had to be wrong with her, so even after she had gotten de flowered, she was reluctant to be honest about her kinks. But it didn’t take long for Archibald to find out what Isabella is into. He managed to show Isabella that it’s possible to have a loving relationship built on trust and respect, and have rough and degrading sex every now and then. As someone who identifies as an occasional ‘soft dom’, Archie is able to give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Just like she is able to give him what
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 143: .It happens by accident.Archibald’s out of town again for work but tries to call in the evenings when he can and Isabella, consequently, does her best to be available despite the three-hour time difference. Dara can roll her eyes all she wants — and does — but keeps her smart remarks, if not to a minimum, then to an average.(“It’s part of our arrangement!” Isabella protests noisily as if the forty-five minutes she spends holed up in her bedroom have anything at all to do with those initial terms of their relationship and aren’t simply because she misses the man like a limb when he’s gone.Dara makes an unflattering snort and digs her elbow into Isabella’s side, stealing a pretzel out of her bag while she’s distracted.“Uh-huh,” she says, “Is that what we’re calling it now, Ms. Codependent?”“I don’t think I like you anymore.”Isabella, among other things, is a liar. A bad one.)It happens by accident because Isabella’s bundled up
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 142: .See, if Isabella’s life was a movie, this is where it would end.A great romantic conclusion tied up with a neat little bow, roll credits, and scene.But this isn’t a movie, and this isn’t where it ends.“I’m thinking about going back to school,” Isabella says one afternoon during a lunch date. She doesn’t stop stirring anxiously at her gelato until Archibald reaches out to physically stop her before it turns to soup, and she won’t like it as much.“I think that’s a good idea,” he replies.Isabella is still basically unhireable, further blacklisted professionally by the drama that came out of her father’s quick but messy trial that put him in jail for years and ruined any good reputation any of them might have had.(The man left a single furious, frothing voicemail on Isabella’s phone that could be summed up as three straight minutes of death threats that included everyone from Isabella herself to the cat to the goldfish that had o
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 142: .“You know, I almost broke up with you last night.”Archibald’s steady calm, the largest holdover from last night, holds up even as he nods in agreement. “I know.”Isabella scowls at him.“How’d you know? I barely knew until I’d decided not to.”“Because I know you. You’ve been given precious few people in life who haven’t broken your trust, and I did that by going behind your back. It would have been an understandable reaction, and I wouldn’t have begrudged you—“Isabella slams that ocean blue tumbler down on the table with a clatter. Her eyes are bright with emotion, and her lips are turned down in an irritated scowl.“Maybe you wouldn’t,” she snaps, “but I’d sure as shit begrudge you if you just, what, let me break up with you without so much as asking me not to? What the fuck, man.”“You are an adult who can make your own decisions—““Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want you to just let me go when I’m about to do something stupid!
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 140:.There is coffee, kept hot in the kind of insulated tumbler that costs too much and coordinates with the beachy colors of the house. Isabella has a suspicion that it was bought specifically for her, because Archibald is a crazy person who thinks about that kind of stuff. It doesn’t stop her from drinking it.“Tell me what you did,” Isabella orders before she can talk herself out of it and in spite of the very large part of her that doesn’t actually want to know. “Something something something about buying out the board?” she elaborates with a pointed stare. Because Chantelle, of all people, wouldn’t be bailing unless the ship is sinking. The ship might already be sunk if she’s that willing to abandon what she sees as her birthright. A birthright that she’s always seen as a competition, even though she’d won right out the gate and Isabella’s so stupid that it took literally being disowned to see that she never stood a chance.“Oh, th
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 139: .Isabella and Alan had settled many a disagreement with an angry tussle in bed that was worth the drop afterward for being able to get a little of her own back, to feel seen and heard. Except that Archibald already makes her feel seen and heard, and right now Isabella just sort of wants one of them to hurt, and she’s not sure who.“Stop, stop, enough,” Archibald orders, kinder than Isabella deserves, and wipes the beginnings of tears out of the corners of Isabella’s eyes before she even realizes that she’s about to cry. “I know, baby. I know.”“You don’t know anything.” It comes out way less cool and way more pathetic when Isabella’s voice cracks on what is definitely an overtired, strung-out sob. “You don’t know anything.”“I know that you’re exhausted and running on fumes and that you’d rather have the kind of sex that’s not good for you and that you don’t even want than get what you need,” Archibald tells her. “I’d say I know pl
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 138: .The only tears Chantelle’s ever shed have been of the crocodilian variety, as purposeful a tactic as any insult. Even after she’d forced herself to learn how to stop, she’d never managed to wield emotion like a weapon. At times like this, Isabella sort of wishes that she had.Isabella trembles and wraps her arms around herself, chilled even underneath the blanket. The edges are getting wet with saltwater and crusted with sand, and she would bite anyone who might try to take it from her.Archibald doesn’t touch her, but Isabella can feel him practically vibrating with the way he wants to. Right now, Isabella would be happy to bite him, too.“I don’t think you’re stupid.”“Well, it sure feels like it.”Archibald literally wrings his hands in open distress, and even now, it doesn’t feel remotely like a win. Isabella’s gotten exactly what she’s asked for—space and someone else being the one to hurt, but it doesn’t lessen her own, not e
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 137:.It's still pitch black outside, but Isabella finds herself at the edge of the water anyway. The ocean doesn’t give a damn about Isabella’s battered foundation and rolls happily up the night-cooled sand, leaving only foam and bits of seashell behind.Isabella sits at the shoreline and tucks her knees up under her chin.She wonders, miserably, where Chantelle plans to go.God, she hopes her sister gets as far away as she can.Isabella's spent her whole life loyal, but Chantelle? She’s fanatical to a degree that Isabella could never quite manage, and she wonders if putting her loyalty into a cage match with her relentless drive to protect herself finally did what nothing else could—crack that fanaticism. She’ll never know; it’s not her place now, and even if it was, Chantelle would never let her.God, she hopes Chantelle got as far away as she possibly can.Mai, with much derision, refers to it as Isabella's "better place theory." Mom
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 136: .“Oh, please. Because your boytoy just woke up and bought half our board and their corresponding shares out from under us for some weekend summer fun? I didn’t think you had it in you, but I guess you had to grow a spine sometime.”Isabella’s brain goes blank. Chantelle’s words land with all the delicacy and grace of anvils, pinning her down under their weight like a butterfly in a box.“I didn’t—you’re wrong,” she protests.“Sure, okay. Keep telling yourself that. Anyway, don’t bother saving this number; I’m ditching the phone once my plane boards. Congratulations on your win, Izzy. We always knew you’d ruin the family, but I didn’t think it’d be like this. Have a good rest of your life, I guess.”There’s a click and then a dial tone. Isabella tries to call back, but it goes straight to a generic voicemail that she knows won’t ever be checked. At best it’s a burner phone; at worst it’s Chantelle’s regular phone that she’s willing t
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 135: .There’s the temptation after breakfast to go back to bed and find another way to entertain themselves, but Archibald shuffles her to go shower instead.“It’s about ten miles to get into town,” he says when Isabella protests in an appropriately dignified manner, definitely not pouting at having to put pants on. “You’ll like it.” Isabella does pout, then, and is rewarded for her bad behavior by being hoisted up onto the bathroom counter and thoroughly kissed until she’ll say yes to just about anything. And she does say yes, eventually, and delays the inevitable by about ten minutes by sticking her hands down the back of Archibald’s pajamas.Isabella’s never had this kind of domesticity in a relationship before, and it should feel strange but it doesn’t, just scaffolds its way up the norms built in by months of getting to know each other. It doesn’t feel weird at all for Isabella to snag Archibald by the wrist and tug him into the sho