Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 98:.As soon as Alan bangs his door shut, Isabella has a long discussion with Dara and Alvin. Even though she greatly appreciates them for standing up for her, she doesn’t want to give Alan a new reason to hate her again (if he doesn’t still hate her anyways).But she didn’t want any unwarranted action from him. He had already tried to sabotage she and Archie once. And she was sure he would do it again if he was given the chance. “Sorry, but someone needed to give him a piece of his mind,” Dara huffs, sitting back down. “He’s a dick.”“Yes, but I want to move on from this. No matter if Alan was sincere about his apology or not, I don’t want to be the cause of any more fighting. I promised Archibald I’d give him another chance.”Whereas Riven mumbles an apology, Dara sighs deeply. “Okay, I get it. It won’t happen again. I won’t apologize to him, though. I meant what I said, and I don’t care if he hates me. Someone needs to have put him i
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 99: .“Do I really have to go?” “Yes, love.” I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. When I pulled away, I wrapped my robe tighter around me and smiled up at him. He was all ready, suitcase packed and flight information printed out. I hadn’t bothered getting ready this morning; instead, I made him breakfast and helped him gather all the last-minute things he’d need for his work trip. “It’s only for a few days.”Archibald sighed, tapping his toe against the welcome mat. Even at the bottom of the step right outside our front door, he was still taller than me. “But I’ll miss you.”I chuckled and pulled him into a hug across the threshold. To be honest, I’d had a rough week myself and wasn’t thrilled about Archibald leaving for the entire weekend and then some. But I wanted to be strong for him as I sent him off. “I’ll miss you too, but you’ll be home before you know it.”Reluctantly, he loaded his suitcase into the car and got in. His eyes linge
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire.Chapter 100:.The drive was short, and as we pulled up to the valet, I admired the neon lights and lively crowd bustling around the new club. Archibald jumped out of the car in a hurry to open my door before any of the valets had a chance. I took his hand and stepped out, feeling like a queen as he gave my shoulder a quick squeeze and handed over the keys to the valet.Live jazz music tumbled out through the door as we entered. My eyes traveled up the high walls, noticing that the club had a second floor overlooking the stage and dance floor below.Colorful lights flashed across a thick crowd of people flirting, drinking, dining, and dancing.“Hi. Reservation for two, the name is Archibald Bancroft.”Reservation? My attention snapped back to him. So he had been planning this?“Right this way.”Archibald flashed a huge smile at me and wrapped an arm around me as we were escorted to our table. It was a small, tall round table with a candle and flow
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire.Chapter 101: .I giggled and propped my elbow up on the dinner table, balancing my chin in my hand as I held his gaze. He was smiling and shaking his head at me, mimicking my pose. Instead of leaning on his elbow, he rested both elbows on the table and cupped his face with his hands, looking at me from across the table."You look gorgeous in that dress, by the way, but what else is new, huh?" he winked and broke eye contact for a moment to admire the dress that perfectly hugged my figure. "I'm glad you wore it."I giggled again at that and twirled a small section of hair around my index finger, smiling down at my lap for a moment before looking back up at him. "I'm glad you wore that suit and tie. You should wear it more often because you clean up pretty well," I grinned and leaned forward slightly to whisper, "By the way, you're really pretty too.""Am I really pretty?" he joked, batting his lashes and letting his jaw hang slack with a smirk tha
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 102:."Seriously? You mean that?" I asked, nibbling on my lower lip."Course I do," he said. "She could be on her knees begging for my cock and I'd slice her open if that'd make you feel better about it." I laughed at that."I'm not even feeling that hungry anymore," I said. "She's just so irritating," I huffed. He looked at me like he was thinking of something until an idea seemed to hatch in his brain."Forget about dinner. I know what will cheer you up. C'mon." He stretched his arm out, and I quickly took his hand. He led me to the nearest bathroom—the women’s room. “I don't think you're supposed to be in here," I quipped with a short giggle."Oh, trust me, I am," he cooed. Once the door was closed, he lifted me up by my thighs and pinned me to the wall, his lips attacking my neck with little bites and harsh kisses, leaving purple marks in his wake.I gasped, much to his delight.I let out a soft moan of approval, lifting my hips in
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 103:.The sigh of relief that escapes my lips makes Archibald chuckle as we step inside. He watches with an amused grin as I bypass the living room and bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom. When my cheer echoes through the room, he shakes his head and drops my bag at the foot of the bed before walking over to join me.“Have I mentioned how much I love showers? Showers with water pressure and heat!” I breathe, leaning into Archibald’s embrace as his arms wrap loosely around my waist. “I’m not totally against what we did today, but honestly, if I had one complaint…”“I know, i know’,” he laughs, watching me nudge the glass door open. “We will never try that in a restaurant again.” “Exactly,” I hum, wiggling out of his embrace to grab my bag of toiletries and a change of clothes. He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches me reach for his toiletries and clothes. “And you wouldn’t change your mind anything soon th
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 104: .As I set a fairly steady pace, Archibald shakes himself out of his brief stupor and drops his hands to caress the backs of my thighs before one hand dips between my legs. His fingers run along my folds, spreading the water pouring down onto us, before he brushes his thumb against my clit. At the groan that spills from my lips and the jerk of my hips toward him, Archibald laughs and crowds me closer against the shower wall before he brushes against my clit once more.“Archie,” I groan against his shoulder. “I won’t tease if you don’t. We can do slow and teasing and draw it out later. I just want you to fuck me now. ‘Sides, the hot water’s gonna run out soon.”“So impatient,” Archibald laughs as he lifts his head to glance at my face. “Alright, we’ll work on your patience later when there’s not a water heater timing us.”Before I can laugh, Archibald’s fingers are brushing against my folds once more before he slips a finger into my
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 105:.Because Isabella is an idiot, she forgets exactly where she fell asleep last night by the time she wakes up the next morning, sees an unfamiliar bedroom, and proceeds to freak the fuck out.Well, she freaks the fuck out for maybe ninety seconds until she sees the edge of her cell phone peeking out of her pants pocket—her pants, which are still neatly folded on the bedside table. On Archibald’s bedside table. Archibald’s bedside table in his house where Isabella slept last night.Isabella takes advantage of waking up alone and makes the executive decision to bury her face in her palms and silently scream.It’s still early, and Isabella considers trying to catch some more sleep, except that there’s a post-it attached to the bedpost closest to her face with neat, tidy writing.Getting breakfast delivered—take your time cleaning up. Kitchen is down the hall to the left side of the living room. I’ll have some clothing in your size the ne
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