All Chapters of The billionaire's fiancée : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

💙Please vote, comment and share💙 "Blake get your ass down here!" I call up the stairs hoping he heard me. He seriously needs to remember I'm staying here for a week. I don't want to walk downstairs to see half naked girls passed out on the couch. "Blake Anthony Harrison!" "Calm down !" He yells back, "My house, I'd like to sleep!" "I would like to walk downstairs without seeing naked girls in the living room!" I call back and hear his door slam shut. "Dammit Bianca!" I hear his stomps echo as he heads downstairs. "Just go back home, mom and dad won't even notice you're there." "I'm not taking that risk," I say as he steps off the last step, "I can't handle them, especially when you aren't there." "Janet is," he persuades as he walks to the kitchen. I feel my phone vibrate in my jean pocket and I pull it out. Across the screen is Babe❤️, I hold up a finger to Blake to tell him to stop talking for a minute. My finger slides across the

"The Baileys will be here any minute Bianca! Hurry your ass up!" Blake yells from the other side of my door. I have on a red knee length dress. It covers the tops of my shoulders and fits my chest perfectly. At my waist it flows out slightly giving me the ability to actually move my legs. I curled my blonde hair into loose ringlets and put of blood red lipstick. My eyeshadow is a light brown on the inside corner and fades into black. My black eyeliner makes an almost perfect wing and my mascara makes my eyelashes larger than ever. Even though we are staying home for the dinner I still wear heels, they are black open-toed platform heels with a strap around my ankle. This is going to be my hair and makeup for tonight with Kay, along with the shoes. "I'm coming, just stop yelling," I somewhat yell as I leave my bathroom. My phone is laying on my bed so I quickly pick it up before I open my bedroom door. Blake is standing outside in the hallway waiting for me. I'm guessing my mo

"So we have to actually agree on a house?" Leon asks and I roll my eyes. "Why else would we look at three houses?" I ask rhetorically. "Well I get one house, you get the other and the last is for people to think we actually live together. Throw stupid parties and crap there," he says and I just look at him as we look at the three houses. We have already been on the tour for all of them and they are amazing. They all have the same amount of rooms, too many, and are all close to the city. Apparently his offices are just a few blocks away from mine, small world. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," I tell him as I look at the middle picture. "This one is my favorite." He points to the third one, "I prefer this one." "The only difference is the pool has a slide," I say and look over at him. "Exactly," he says, "Who wouldn't want a slide with their pool?" "We can buy one," I tell him, "I prefer this house." "What abou

My mom decided to be the worst person in the world today. It's been a couple days since the club. The only time I was with Leon was yesterday because we were going furniture shopping. Well if you call looking through my dad's stock shopping. The bonus is we get it for free, I know we are rich but I don't like to spend my parent's money. I get my paycheck and buy what I need for it. Except my parent's won't even let me pay a little rent. Anyway we didn't talk at all. My mom pointed to something and if we both nodded then we got it. We only got enough for the kitchen, dining room, living room, our room, and a office for him. The other rooms we will worry about later. Back to why my mom is the worst? We have an engagement party in two hours. Guess when I found out about it? Five minutes ago! Like what?! I didn't even get to go out and buy a new dress. The parents, both mine and Leon's, said the reason we were told now instead of a few days ago is because they didn't want us to

First night in the new home was, okay. He brought his bed from his loft and placed it in the room across from 'ours'. That's where I slept last night while he slept on his own bed. It's Christmas day. We are going to my parents house this morning and having a brunch there with my family. After that we are going to his parent's house for a Christmas dinner. I got the presents for my family yesterday and he got the presents for his. We just wrote both of our names on them, isn't that what couples do? "Are you ready?" He asks standing in the doorway of our bathroom. I look at him through the mirror and raise an eyebrow. I only have one eye done make up wise. My hair is done but my dress is hanging up on a hook. "Does it look like it?" I snap back, he should know I'm pissed at him. When I said it was an okay first night, I lied. It was awful. Leon is a fucking dick and I really don't want to marry him. Last night was Christmas Eve and he said that he goes out par