All Chapters of Falling For the British Billionaire (Mr. Darcy’s Kiss): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Will you hurry up? We're going to be late,” Lydia complained. She leaned against the bathroom door and watched as I finished putting the last touches on my mascara.“And what?” I asked, turning to look at her. “We'll miss the waiters walking around with the little trays of fancy hot dogs you don't like? You'll live. Promise.”My little sister rolled her eyes at me. For being twenty-one, she still had all the abilities of a teenager in the eye-roll department. She took a deep breath like I was trying all of her patience and checked her hair in the mirror one more time.“I guess it's fashionable to be late,” she said, smoothing down her dark hair. “We'll look more important and more people will be able to see us arrive.”I couldn't help but shake my head. We both had the same slim build, dark hair and dark eyes, but other than the physical similarities, it was hard to believe we were related. She was impulsive, naive, and fame-hungry, which drove me absolutely batty. She was sure she w

I found Lydia at the bar having a great time with a man. She was flirting and giggling with him for everything she was worth. I wanted to warn her, but she waved me away before I could get close. I just hoped that she knew the man she was flirting with wasn't rich and famous. He was the other hospital winner of tickets to tonight's event. He worked on the floor below me as a transport technician. If she was hoping he was her ticket to fame and fortune, she was in for a surprise.I picked up a fresh drink while she glared daggers at me to leave her alone. She mouthed the words, “go away,” leaving no doubt that she didn't want my interference. I gave her a friendly wave and headed off to see the rest of the party.It was amazing. There was a live band, amazing food, free drinks, and beautiful people everywhere. For the night, I felt like I'd been transported to a different world. I rubbed elbows with the rich and famous. I found myself having a wonderful conversation with an older woman

Jane waltzed around the kitchen, humming a happy tune to herself the next morning when I woke up. She was walking on air, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched her.She was twitterpated.I went to the coffee pot to find it empty. The bag of coffee next to it was empty as well.“Where's the coffee?” I asked, opening a cabinet to look for more.“We're out,” Jane said, still dancing around the kitchen with a goofy-happy smile on her face.“And you're still happy?” I asked. “With no coffee? He must be a heck of a guy.”Jane grinned. “He texted me this morning. We're discussing watercolors.”I shook my head. Only Jane would be over the moon about discussing watercolors at eight in the morning with no coffee in sight.“Jane, I need coffee. I need caffeine,” I told her. “I'm going to order some from the cafe. Want to come with me to get it?”Jane spun around the kitchen to pick up my phone. She curtsied as she handed it to me. I wished I could be in that good of a mood without coffee. “

The crowd absorbed me, and the music became my world. Lydia was dancing with someone within seconds of hitting the dance floor. Knowing her, she'd either have the whole club dancing with her by the end of the night or have the entire security team throwing her out. I hoped it was the first. I could see enough bouncers that I wasn't worried about her safety. She was safe here in Charles Bingley's club.I started dancing, letting the champagne and music loosen my hips. I wasn't anywhere near drunk, just tipsy and loose. I felt good, and I knew that in this dress, I looked good too. I was going to enjoy myself. It wasn't often that I got to dance.Someone tapped my shoulder. Thinking I was in the way of a person trying to get by, I turned and prepared to move to the side. A short man in khakis and a polo shirt with a work logo stood unmoving in front of me.“Can I help you?” I asked over the music when he didn't try to get past me.“Do you want to...” The music drowned out his voice.“I

The only good thing about leaving the club early was that the next day I didn't have a hangover. Unfortunately, neither did Lydia, so the experience taught her very little. Jane, on the other hand, was sick as a dog.Charles had texted me during the night that she was going to sleep at his apartment. Jane didn't want me to worry about her, so she was having him text me. She was sick, and he didn't want to bother Lydia or me. He was going to make sure she was taken care of.I had texted him back that I was happy to come up and get her, but he told me she was already settled and finally asleep. I wasn't about to interrupt their time together, even if Jane was sleeping through it.I loved that he was so protective of her. They were a cute couple, and I knew he made Jane happy. The little bit of new love in the world made me smile. It was nice to know that there were still some good men out there, and even better to know that my best friend had found one of them.I decided to go for a run