All Chapters of Falling For the British Billionaire (Mr. Darcy’s Kiss): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mr. Darcy caught me as I bounced off of him, making sure that I didn’t fall. He wore his trademark dark suit that fit him to perfection. His face was freshly shaven, and he smelled amazing because of course, he did. Memories of our dance and the passionate dreams that followed surged through me despite my best efforts to forget them.“Oh, hello,” I said once I regained my balance. I wasn't sure how to talk to him now that I knew the truth. I wanted to slap him again, but I knew that wasn't appropriate. I needed to pretend to be civil. For the sake of Charles and his opening, at the very least."Elizabeth," he greeted me. The way his accent curled on my name made me sound far fancier than I actually was. "Would you like to look around the hotel with me? I was hoping you would join me for a drink as we looked it over.""Sure," I replied without thinking. My smile was brittle as I realized I just agreed to spend time with him. I didn't want to get a drink or anything else with him, but i

"I feel stupid, oh so stupid, it's amaaazing how stupid I FEEEEL," I sang softly to myself. No one on the subway even looked at me strangely. People singing on the subway wasn't considered weird in New York City. I half expected someone to throw me a dollar.I pressed my forehead into the cool glass of the window and watched the dark brick walls of the subway pass by. I felt so stupid.Why in the world did I sleep with him?I couldn't wrap my head around it. I could understand that he was the most attractive man I knew. I could see how that might make me do something I now regretted. I wanted to pretend that I'd had some whiskey and some champagne, so I probably wasn't in full control of my faculties. I knew that was a lie.I'd known exactly what I'd been doing when I slept with him.I'd wanted it.And now I was paying for my stupidity.I checked my phone again, but there wasn't a single message from him. He'd slept with me, walked out on me, and then didn't even have the decency to

I wanted to turn and throw both drinks in his face, but they were expensive and I didn't want to waste good vodka on him."Mr. Darcy! What a pleasant surprise," Jane greeted him, a smile filling her face. She didn't see my wide eyes and the subtle head shake I was trying to send her. Given her state last night, I hadn't told her about what happened between Mr. Darcy and me yet. As far as she knew, everything was sunshine and roses between us. Or at least as much as there ever had been.“Indeed,” Mr. Darcy replied. “Are you two waiting for a table?”“Nope,” I quickly replied. I turned and put on my best bitchy smile. “We're actually just finishing.”An older man in a smart blue suit came up and tapped Mr. Darcy on the shoulder. “William, our table is ready.”“Excellent,” Mr. Darcy replied. “Fritz, I'd like to introduce you to Elizabeth and Jane.Fritz's gray eyebrows raised and he smiled. “It's a pleasure to meet you both,” he replied warmly. “Would you care to join us? They gave us a

If someone had told me the sky was made of lemon meringue pie, I would have believed them over what I just heard Mr. Darcy said.“Is this a joke?” I asked him. “Are you serious?”“Very serious,” he said softly. He took a step forward and put his hands on my shoulders, peering into my face with unjustified hope. “Please, say that you feel something for me, too.”I pulled back from his touch. “Oh, I feel something, but it is very far from love.”Confusion and something that might even be mistaken for hurt crossed his face, but I knew better than that. He had to be playing some sort of game with me.“You honestly think that this was the way to tell me you love me?” I asked. I wasn't cold anymore. I was livid.“This wasn't what I planned,” he said looking around at the rain. “This isn't how I planned to tell you.”“No, not the rain,” I corrected. “'I can have anyone. Any supermodel, heiress, or actress. I could have women more beautiful and accomplished than you in a heartbeat,'” I repeat

“Holy crap.” Jane stared at me with big eyes and an open mouth. “Wickham seemed so nice.”“I know,” I replied, setting down my breakfast bowl of ice cream on the counter to add a little more chocolate sauce. I needed chocolate after last night.Lydia was off at her photo-shoot this morning, so I'd told Jane about the letter. I only told her the part about Wickham, though. Telling her that she'd lost the love of her life because Mr. Darcy thought she was a gold-digger wasn't going to do her any good.Jane shook her head before going back to scrubbing the oven. Jane claimed she was over Charles, but the fact that our kitchen was the cleanest it had ever been since the 1970's said otherwise. He wasn't answering her calls or messages. She said it wasn't a big deal, but I didn't believe her. She'd even gotten a toothbrush out to clean the grout between the kitchen tiles. She'd already done it to the bathroom. Twice.Thus, I wasn't telling her. She was running out of things to clean.“I ch