All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I was fascinated that he knew exactly what I was looking for, well what I had come here to do. I grabbed a table, as he went to grab a menu. I set my bag on the ground, as he came back with a menu in his hand and set his own bag on the ground. "This whole island knows Spanish except for me", I said exasperated, as I looked at the menu all written in a language I didn't understand. The words didn't even sound similar to what they were. "Thank goodness you're just a tourist", he said, looking over the menu, himself. He translated each item, after he watched me squirm and get frustrated with the menu. I finally settled on the lobster bisque, by the time the waiter had come by. He spoke fluent Spanish as he ordered our meals and I just sat there in amusement looking as useless as ever. The words he spoke were laced with something special as he said it so strongly, I couldn't imagine him saying something like that into my ear. I would naturally combust, any

The aching pain, people would imagine which would come after you kiss a guy that you like and then he regrets it. But it was not that pain that was throbbing today at least, instead it was my whole body aching from the training I had done over the past couple of weeks. When I had arrived at my perfect escape I had forgotten that I actually had to do something at this camp, which meant 5am runs, a strict diet all protein based and soccer drills, too many soccer drills. I should've picked a more peaceful escape, not three weeks of never-ending exercise.And so as I prepared myself mentally and emotionally for school, which was mainly an excuse to see Dallas, to find out if he has a girlfriend, or something like that. Not that I wanted to be it for him, but just to know, it's nice to know these things.I hadn't seen or heard from him ever since that horrid night, I thought back at it with a look of vulnerability, how did I let myself fall for a complete jackass? I think the feelings I

"So you really do know him?" Davina asked, as I rushed into class just before the bell had rung and I still shook in my seat. Her question was one I dreaded answering, how did I know Dallas again, besides our families. But what were we to each other, was he my friend? Did he even want to be my friend, I knew he didn't like me, that stone cold expression of frozen regret. I never wanted to see that look again.I had only been late this time, because I had to go to the attendance office and let them know why I had been gone for three days, but they already knew. The whole office knew and soon it would slip down the chains, people just assumed it was that I hated being the center of attention. And I did, especially for these reasons. I hated the looks of wonder, the whispering that surrounded you. Some people felt that it empowered them, but I could never be one of those people. But I would never faint from that reason alone, I fainted as a result of the surprise and the message that he

But it was ruined, just like everything that came with us. Wrong timing, it what we were made for, he was just about to say life changing words."What the fuck are you doing?" He stared in disbelief at Dallas and I. But his question wasn't made for Dallas, it was made for me. His tone was just as he spoke to me that night earlier, I wished I didn't have to experience this in front of Dallas.He pulled my shirt back inside the window, and I moved with him climbing up the roof and in the window, jumping into the house. His eyes were furious, filled with disappointment, it was me who dissatisfied and disappointed him."Don't you dare see him again", his finger was brought to my face, as if he was scolding me. I had a foster mom that would do the same thing she ended up getting arrested for smashing her kids into a vase. I remembered that as if it was fresh on my mind. He brought his finger back into my face, and his voice was so close to where I could feel his breath, no

"Bambi, Bambi", was whispered into my ear, as I looked out at someone blocking the sun in my very own bed. There he was, the sun shined on him perfectly as he looked over at me, arching his back."Go back to bed", I pushed him down, grumbling at the brightness."Isn't Natalie going to come check on you?" He asked, and I pushed him back down."What time is it?" I asked him as he got up.I looked for myself and it was a quarter past ten, they were long gone by now."They're at some breakfast thing", he sighed back onto the bed, relaxing in the idea that no one could catch us doing whatever we were doing."Why don't I take you for breakfast?" He offered, smiling that million dollar smile."Just sleep", I begged him, he was weirdly happy in the morning, and I was the complete opposite."I want to thank you for this great hospitality", he said, swooningly as I threw a pillow at him, trying to open the curtains."Dallas please you're killing me