All Chapters of LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I wake up to the ringing sound of the alarm beside my bed. It's six in the morning and another week is smoothly coming to an end.Life here is amazingly sweet, especially if you have a boss like mine. Andy is a good boss and a terrific daddy to Angel. He is a workaholic, yes, but I idolize how he creates time to spend with his daughter. I admire how he is encompassed in his daughter's activities and life in general. Even when he arrives home late after the little girl has gone to bed, his first stop would be at his daughter's room. For instance, he came home so late last night and wasn't able to have a chat with his daughter. To make up for that, after we shared our coffee, which has become a ritual, by the way, he told me that he will be the one to take Angel to school. He even wanted to be the one to prepare her for school, but I insisted on doing that. I'm delighted about the fact that he is such a kind boss, but there is no way I will take advantage of that. I came here to work and

AFTER KISS, KNOW YOUR PLACEI stand in front of my dressing mirror in my room and take a good look at myself, admiring the lady I'm seeing in the reflection. It's funny how I look, or should I say, how differently I think I look in just a new dress. I did not know that just a small change, like a new dress, could make someone feel so different. I feel so new, just like the new silky red dress which perfectly hugs my curves, showing my exact figure. Part of those heavy shopping bags Andy brought from the shopping mall was actually mine. He shopped for me. Adrian - freaking - Ashton, shopped for me, and I still can't believe it. The most interesting part is how he knew my size and my taste. Every single dress he bought perfectly fits me. God bless my boss! After admiring myself enough, I slide my fluffy sandals on and grab my phone from the bed and start downstairs. The sandals are also new, and of course, from Adrian. Descending the stairs, I get to the living room where Angel is wait

"I'm sorry. I just thought that it was the best way to address my boss." I rant. I don't even know where I got the bravery to mumble that. He looks away for a minute, still not letting go of my hand. "I don't know who has a memory disorder between you and me, but I think I recollect ordering you to drop the sir. Am I right?" He questions, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb, which I'm sure he doesn't know he is doing. I nod my head in response to his question. "It's Andy, for you." He adds. "Okay.""Okay...?""Okay, Andy!""Good." He releases my hand, and I go to pour him coffee, after which I settle back on my stool next to him, but I keep my eyes away from him. I don't know whether he still wants to strangle me or if he has let the matter go. The fact is, I made a mess which I am still so ashamed of, and I have no idea how to clean it up. Will he ever forgive me?"Do you want to say something?" Snapping my eyes at him, I notice he is watching my restless fingers. It feel

"W..hat .. are...you doing here?" I ask, after acknowledging that my dream has swivelled into reality. I dart my eyes around the room and realize that the window curtain has been moved to the sides, and the windows are open. There is a little sunlight today, maybe marking the end of winter. Before answering my question, Andy grins, and I take the shot to glare at him. Doesn't he look abnormally raw and straight-faced for such an early morning? No eye bags, no logs, no gloomy face, and no signs of somnolence. My! Handsomeness comes with its outstanding package of windfalls, I suppose. Damn! "What were you dreaming about? I knocked, I called, but you did not hear. I thought you might have developed a fever overnight, only to walk in on you..." Murmuring your name in my stupid dream? Fantasizing about you? Shit! He freaking heard me! What the... "Snoring!" He attempts to lie, but the devilish smirk on his face deludes him. Even his four-year-old daughter can tell he is prevaricating

It's Friday again, and it has been another week of pure euphoria and harmony. The bond between me and Andy has augmented tremendously, and I am so over the moon about it. We sit in this kitchen for hours enunciating about anything and everything in general after Angel goes to bed, enjoying our usual lemon and honey coffee which Andy can't skip even for a single day. The cooking in this house has become a permanent responsibility for me too. I prepare their.., sorry, our, every single meal, and I am so delighted for Andy's trust in me to do this. They love my food, so much, and now Andy does not eat anywhere else. No offence, but I am freaking bragging about it. It's an achievement for me. I am patiently waiting for that day he will ask me to be packing his lunch for him so that I can break my legs jumping up and down with joy. Meh! Deep sigh! That sounds like the eighth wonder. Aside from all that, I am also in equilibrium now because I know the bank will not be bugging my parents a