All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

They both sat in the car, waiting for the bus. Chris had wanted to leave but Alex stopped her, telling her to wait till the bus arrived. So while they both waited, an air of awkwardness filled the car. Neither was saying anything.They both had nothing to say to each other. Both had a lot on their heads but nothing in their mouths so they sat there, each sorting the mass of confusion in their minds.Christine sat, turning her face to the open window. The night breeze and wind from each passing car seemed to help her ease down. She looked at the stars in the dark hue of the sky and cursed her sympathy for offering to go with Alex to his house. She cursed herself for sleeping off in his house. Ruth had been frequenting his house lately, what if she had found her there? What would Ruth have felt? Ruth was her only friend, the one that had helped her out of a rough situation. Even if Ruth was being the worst girlfriend, Christine could not do anything to hurt her.Alex on the driver’s

“Yes. Bye.” Ruth turned to Chris who was staring at her intently. “What?”It was a Monday morning and Christine who still had time on her hands watched as Ruth talked on the phone to Alex. She seemed to like him and that pleased Christine a lot.“I was hoping you’d leave the house today. No shopping or dates today?” Christine asked, taunting her friend.“Actually, today’s the day I get to meet Peter Pencraft.” Ruth smiled, jumping off the bed to the dressing table to get a curler for her hair.“Alex’s dad?” Christine asked“Yes,” Ruth replied humming her favorite song.“That’s nice. I was hoping you’d go out so–““So you can invite a guy, isn’t it?” Ruth mocked“Aha, as if I ever will,”“You need to get a guy though. If you continue this way, you’ll end up an old unmarried woman with cats.”“That doesn’t sound so bad.”Ruth turned to Christine in fake horror. “Do not say that girl, that’s a tough life to live.”“Thank you for your concern, I’m off to work,” Christine said and picked u

"Yesterday we kissed and I got so turned on." Ruth smiled at her reflection on her phone before turning to her friend's bewildered face."With the way, you guys are going, you'll get proposed to soon," Christine commented, spilling some popcorn from the bowl in her hand as she bounced on the couch."That would be nice, at least this courting stage will be over," Ruth replied, picking the remote to change the channel."Are you that eager to marry him?" Christine asked, "It is fun to watch you guys, just last month you were complaining about how fast he was going and now you're so eager to marry him, that's cute.""I cannot help but think of Michael," Ruth said blatantly."Are you crazy!""Stupidly horny, yes." Ruth smiled. She knew her thoughts were crazy, but she couldn't hold it."I thought you'd changed.""It's not my fault he wants to kiss me and make me look at the stars for hours, calling it bliss. He got me flustered and had me watch the stars, he didn't even get the memo when I

"I can't believe I'm getting married soon. Like I've never dreamt of it happening till I turn thirty but now, barely three months after meeting Alex, I'm getting married," Ruth chattered over the phone to her cousin."It's surprising, I know. I mean... the last time I was with you, you were nursing feelings for that lawyer man while sleeping with Michael by the side," Sonia said over the phone, "Now you have to stay committed to one man for the rest of your freaking life?""That part is what scares me the most. How do I stay committed to just one man till I grow and get wrinkles?" Ruth laughed, "It's a lot to take in but I have no choice. The faster this goes, the earlier I become his wife. I wonder what life as his wife would be like. I want to know if he's someone I'll stay with or leave after a few years.""And what are the criteria for staying or leaving?""He has to be good in bed...""Ruth!" Christine perked up from her bed. Ever since Ruth started her phone conversation with So

Alex sat in the middle of the rowdy club wishing he hadn't gone there in the first place. His small circle of friends, upon seeing the tabloids on his engagement posted on media outlets, called him out to celebrate his upcoming wedding. To do that, they invited him to the club he had first met his bride-to-be and held a small get-together for him. In less than an hour after getting there, talking and binge-drinking, the guys dispersed, going into the crowd of dancing bodies for their catches for the night, leaving him alone on the club's vip couch, bored and tipsy, and maybe just a little drunk. All in all, he regretted the night. His mind haphazardly wandered from the first day he had met Ruth, to the first day he met Christine, to his first date with Ruth and incidental dates with Christine, to him acknowledging his weird feelings for Christine and how her reaction was and then to the point of it all, his coming marriage with a girl he loved —but did he? His fuzzy gaze wandered