All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Arya: 3 years later, The chiming of the doorbell makes me sigh in relief, grabbing my purse from the kitchen counter, I dash towards the door, flinging it open to reveal my older sister, Samantha. “Thank goodness you are here; the babysitter cancelling at the last minute had me almost crying.” I tell her as she steps into the room. “I have a night shift, and I can never resist spending time with my favorite niece.” My older sister, Samantha works as a chief doctor in a hospital near Manhattan. I hate whenever I am late for work, my boss tends to get angry, the babysitter canceling was heartbreaking but then Samantha offered to babysit my two and the half year old daughter, Vera. “Thank you so much for doing this,” I breathe in a sign of relief as she walks over to the living room with a bright smile, my daughter is sprawled on the floor, papers scattered beside her, she’s holding a crayon and doodling sketches that I can’t seem to interpret, her tongue is sticking out, her brows

Devon: The next day, I keep glancing at my wrist-watch, feeling the irritation prickle out of my skin; I glance at Theo Duncan as I watch him give a brief overdraft about his work for the past few weeks. Theo Duncan heads the division headquarter in Europe, but since he got transferred back to New York, he has been making quipping comments about how the company should be operated and making rude remarks about the employees. “Which is why I think that laying off some employees is the best idea to meet our budget. If we can successfully do that, we can acquire the company in India and turn it into one of our own, don’t you think, Devon?” “Mr. Brookes,” I correct him, tapping my pen against the ebony wood. “We might be around the same age but we are in a work setting and I am of much higher position than you, don’t you think?” His features harden and I watch as anger flashes in his eyes. “Mr. Brookes, my apologies, I certainly forgot. It’s as though it’s yesterday when you and I we

Arya: “Let me get this straight.” Emma drawls, placing her hand on the table, “The man you slept with on the cruise ship is no other than Devon Brookes and now, he’s fighting you for custody right?” She half-yells and I have to remind her we are in a bakery. Mrs. Winters looks at me with concern from the counter and I smile to assure her that I am okay, Emma, Nicole and I always meet in Mrs. Winters bakery whenever it’s our lunch break. Nicole has her law firm just down the street, so it’s easier to meet here. Nicole stares at me with an unreadable expression, she always looks at everyone so blankly. With her straight dark hair and expressionless face, she’s the ‘I don’t take shit’ kind of person, people say she’s ruthless in court, which is exactly why I am using her as my lawyer. “Yes.” I say, taking a sip out of my pumpkin spice latte, “He is.” “Devon Brookes? As in Devon Brookes? The one who graduated from Oxford and Cambridge, the one whose name is all over the internet, the

Devon: Xavier’s fist connects with my face and I stumble backward. “What is wrong with you? You are losing focus, something you rarely do.” As much as I hate to agree with him, he’s right. These days have been exhausting for me. I sigh, peeling out my boxing gloves and dropping them on the floor, with a silent grunt, I come out of the boxing ring. Xavier Castillo owns an underworld boxing ring, where gangsters fight for money; he owns an criminal mafia organization known as The Nexus that operates secretly but to the world, he owns a fast-chain security company. Xavier Castillo and I are worlds apart, and honestly associating myself with him is termed dangerous. We once met at a party two years ago, he was rumpled and blazing with anger, one look at me and he said, “Do you want to spar? I could certainly use it.” And, now. We always ring each other up when we need to throw a punch at each other, aside from our regular meet up twice a week; we don’t see each other in parties or ev

Arya: When I say Devon Brookes is a good kisser, I wasn’t joking about that. Hands planted behind my waist, his steady body towering over mine and that deep kiss that has my knees buckling, I am transported to years ago, but this feels...somewhat different. The intensity of fireworks exploding in the pit of my stomach is enough to light up New York. Everything begins to blur, I can barely make out the shape of others as his hand is still around mine. I go on my tiptoes, digging my hand is his dark short curls, just when I want to dig deeper, he stops the kiss. His hand is still firmly around the small of my back, “Are you okay?” He asks softly, and I almost fall, but his jade-green eyes are layered deep on me. My cheeks are flustered with heat and then it hits me. I just kissed Devon in front of a hundred people, and can we talk about the part he called me babe? My heart is thundering, I am losing my stance. Devon’s hand moves towards my wrist, holding me in place. “Come on, let