All Chapters of The Wrong Billionaire, or Not: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I pace back and forth in the living room.  I still can’t believe that I punched the jerk, but I have to admit it felt great.  I put all my pain for the last several years into that one punch.  However, if it wasn’t for Nathan and Cliff pulling me away from Connor, I would have landed a few more, too.  Regardless, this doesn’t explain why he is here and why now. I run my hand through my hair as I turn to pace back in the other direction.  Dotty slides to the edge of the couch.  Her concern written all over her face, but it is also woven through her words.  “Deanna.  Sit down, please.  You will not solve anything by pacing back and forth.  Now, come on.” I shake my head as my eyes sting.  “No.  I’m too upset to sit right now.” She sighs as a slight frown forms on her face.  “Okay.  But we are going to talk while you continue to work out your anger.” I wave my h

I drag my feet into my office. Usually, I’m eager to get to the office and begin working.  However, as soon as I walked into the building today, the images from yesterday came flowing back to me. I could barely pull myself together to give the lobby receptionist a smile or even tell her good morning.  From the puzzled look she gave me, I know she can tell that something is wrong with me.  I’m just grateful that she didn’t ask me what was wrong.  Then again, I’m sure that most of the building probably heard me screaming my lungs out yesterday. Just thinking about it has my blood boiling. This is exactly what those nasty women in the office need to start another horrendous rumor about me.  Not that I care though, but at some point, the office gossip might end up out in the business world as gossip our potential clients may hear or our competitors can try to use as some sort of advantag

I run my hand through my hair and march across the room.  How dare she prevent me from seeing her?  I couldn’t even get past the front desk today.  I groan as I get to the end of the room and turn back the other direction, while running my hand through my hair again.  The hotel room door opens.  I glance up as I continue marching across the room and sigh, as Ryan kicks the door shut with his foot while his hands are full of bags.  The aroma of burgers and fries fills the room, but for once, it doesn’t smell appetizing to me.  He shakes his head.  “Why did you even go there?  Didn’t we talk about trying to use the project and partnership as a way to get her to see and talk to you?  You know you are digging yourself a hole by doing this.”  He walks past me to the coffee table and sets the bags down.  I shake my head as I continue pacing.  “I don’t know.  I just had to see her

I aimlessly stare out the SUV’s passenger window while the music blares and Dotty sings off key along to the old songs.  I can’t help but to smile at not only the old songs, but all the memories that come along with them.  I still can’t believe that we snuck away without being followed.  Well, I hope he hasn’t followed us, but when I look behind the vehicle, I don’t see any familiar cars back there.  Earlier, Dotty didn’t even give me any time to change my mind.  As soon as we got back to the office, she talked with Cliff and Nathan about our vacation, and they both agreed that I needed one.  They almost pushed the two of us out of the office and back to the house.  It wasn’t long after that when we hopped in the black SUV, which is normally parked in the back of the garage.  She maneuvered through the tight area and went out the back way.  I breathed a sigh of relief when we got to the street and it was al

I look over the top of my wine glass as I take a sip and scan the crowd.  This is exactly like how I remember these stupid, boring events are.  I don’t know why father said this is a celebration for BW Fashions, because it looks like any other high society event.  The same people are all dolled up.  The women try to outdo each other with extravagant dresses and heels so high they should be declared weapons.  The men aren’t any better.  They walk around with their noses in the air in the most expensive suits money can buy.  Even my father does the same thing.  However, I’m sure I’m going to be lectured for wearing one of my everyday business suits instead of a tuxedo.  Well, I don’t even want to be here, so I’m not taking the time to find a tuxedo.  However, from the people occasionally looking at Ryan and me and giving us the once over, I’m sure some nasty rumor is spreading about me.  Here’s a news flash