All Chapters of Saved By The Playboy Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1- ANOTHER NOTCH ON HIS BELT“You bastard! How could you do this to me?!”I visibly cringed when the loud, piercing wail filled the air, interrupting my flow of thoughts as I sat at my cubicle, right outside Mr. Blackwell’s office.I knew that cry.The sound of another heart getting broken.This was really going to be an interesting morning.A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I adjusted my glasses on my nose, even as a small pang of pity filled my heart for whoever was in there with him— his new flavor of the week. (If I could even call her that anyway.)That man never knew when to stop, did he?This was the fourth time I was hearing that same old freaking cry, (Although this was most definitely a higher pitch and a newer voice) and the week was not even over yet!Oh, by now… if I didn’t know it already, you could be rest assured that I most definitely did now…My boss was a certified playboy!Adonis Blackwell, voted Forbes’ Sexiest Man Alive for five consecutive years and look

CHAPTER THREE- DROPPING HER OFF (BLACKWELL’S POV) My head was spinning, my mind disoriented. Where was I? In my room? Naah, too bright. My curtains were seldom drawn, and instead of a black setting, white greeted me everywhere I looked—or at least tried to look. This was most certainly not my room. Memories of the night before filled my head as I struggled to sit upright, a sleeping woman beside me confirming my worst fears. The gala, The drinks that wouldn’t stop coming. Carol. Fuck! I had failed… going to that stupid, boring gala with a new perspective, only to go back to my old ways. I was such a fucking failure. The woman in question snuggled closer to me, still very much wrapped in sleep’s warm embrace. I pushed her away irritably—realising a bit too late that I had been unnecessarily mean, but it didn’t matter anyway, she was still very much stuck in her deep sleep. I needed to get out of here. Grabbing my clothes, I quickly donned them and made to l

(Jennifer’s POV)Beep.Beep.Beep.The steady, annoying sound roused me from my slumber, and my eyes opened to the walls of a hospital room. The memories came rushing back almost instantly, making me ring up the bell beside the bed in alarm.Mr. Blackwell!I could only hope that he was okay. If anything happened to him on my behalf, I did not think I could ever forgive myself.“Oh… you’re awake,” A nurse popped her head into my room, a cheerful smile on her face as she walked in, “You had us all worried for a second.”“Who brought me here?” I got straight to the point, tearing the cannula away from my nose. I reached for the IV line, tugging at it in annoyance, and the kind nurse quickly rushed to help me out. “You can’t take that out just yet, Mrs. Summers…” She fixed it back in place. “I believe Mr. Adonis Blackwell brought you,” There was this breathless lull in her voice as she said his name, but all I could think about in that moment was the fact that he was alright.Thank goodne

(Jen’s POV) “A—are you crazy?” I screeched. “Why the hell would you want to do this now, Mr. Blackwell? To pull my legs in such a precarious moment?” I was a myriad of emotions, from confused, irritated, incredulous, to a little bit disappointed as I gave the boss a piece of my mind, but he only observed me calmly, waiting until I had fully vented out everything I wanted to. “Are you done now?” He finally said, making me let out a huge breath. “Good. This is not a joke, Jen. I’m serious about being married.” He confirmed, sweeping his dark curls away from his face. “I know, this is sudden and all too soon, but I need your help, and obviously, you need mine too. My parents are pressuring me, and your husband—” Okay, I’d had enough. “Stop… just stop,” I held up a hand tiredly, silencing him up. “Look here, Mr. Blackwell,” I seethed angrily, my voice surprisingly calm as I closed the distance between us. “While I am grateful for all the help you have brought my way, I will not be bull

(Jen’s POV)“Are—are you sure, Doc?”It just couldn’t be.I mean, there was no way in hell that that was true,Right?“I’m pretty sure there’s been some mistake, like maybe I’ve had too much sugar this month and it has ruined my blood and urine samples, you know?” I rattled off head like I tended to do when I was feeling an emotion I hadn’t felt in a while, “I actually heard that those can bring about false reads. Perhaps, I can go home and come another day and retake the tests, it’ll turn out negative, you’ll see—”“Miss Morgan… Miss Morgan, calm down, please,” He cut me off again, “I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.” The doctor calmly said, a surprising look of understanding present in his striking blue eyes. It made me… confused.Sad.Close to tears.But that wasn’t what I wanted from him?I needed him to do his fucking job and tell me that he had made a wrong diagnosis.I needed him to do something, anything… not stand there looking at me like he knew what I was going through?B