A Game With The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Emma: If anything, Nicole does not certainly look pleased after I narrated everything that happened in the event in which Jeremy and I played a game across a room and that car scenario! Whew. The only person that has dreamy eyes is Emily and that is totally expected considering she’s a total romantic and won’t pass up any opportunity for a good love story so she probably sees this as a good thing. Like always, we are in Imperial Restaurant having lunch. “There’s nothing for you to panic about.” Arya informs me, flashing her eyes. “I know my cousin, he’s charming.” Nicole’s voice drips with accusation. “He’s trying to lure you back with his charm. Don’t fall for it.” She jabs her knife into the chicken. The displeasure is written all over her face, in all her thirty years of life, Nicole has never fallen in love. Hell, I don’t think she gets attracted to anyone so this is easy for her to say. Because how do I stay away from him when we literally live under the same roof and I need

Emma: Two very weird things happen when I wake up. Firstly, my head hurts. Like crazy hurt, it’s banging so hard I have to wince in pain and secondly, there’s something wrong with my pillow. It’s not soft like it’s meant to be, it’s rock-hard. I look. I realize that I am resting on Jeremy’s chest, his hand draped lazily over me. I almost let out a scream. It feels so intimate and warm and strangely familiar. Goodness, all of this, it is too much. Jeremy stirs in his sleep and I forget how cute he is whenever he’s asleep, pouty lips, amazing collarbone that’s peeking out of his night shirt, did he seriously change then slip into my bed? I try my best to think about what happened yesterday. First of all, the guy that hit me with a baseball, I remember being in this empty, stinking warehouse. The only memory that’s solid is when I sagged in Jeremy’s hands, he carried me to the car, brought me home and asked if he could say. And I said yes. Well scratch that. I can’t imagine ho

Tristan: There is one thing everyone should know about me: I always get what I want. I don’t care about the price; I don’t care if that’s the only piece available in the whole world. When I set my mind to something, I always end up getting it, no matter what. I can’t deal with the fact that Charlotte Hilton is deliberately avoiding me, treating me like I don’t matter. I am a Hart for Pete’s sake, women are literally throwing themselves at me yet Charlotte won’t even spare me a glance. I am feeling all anxious, sitting in this cubicle while pretending to stare at my computer screen. My eyes sneakily glance at the glass doors once in a while. It’s Tuesday, which means she’s coming in today. It’s like all my nerves have been waiting to see her. I see her talking to the head of my department from behind the doors and something inside me lights up, she’s dressed in a black knit trouser, black short sleeved sweater with a scoop neck and three inch heels. I see her walking away and alarm

Emma: One thing I know is that Mr. Hilton and his wife sure don't seem to be buying our whole fake dating plan. Considering the fact that they’ve been married for many years, I am sure they can recognize a felony dating when they see one. Dining with the Hiltons sure is harder than I thought, how does Clara and her sisters cope? Though, I did hear that Mr. Hilton is a completely different person when it comes to his daughters. We are in a Michelin starred restaurant and still, I feel uncomfortable maybe because of the fact that Jeremy is sitting next to me, radiating heat. “So why did you two start dating?” Mrs. Hilton fixes us with a gentle smile, she’s a warrior in the cosmetic industry, going for meetings, having dinner with potential CEOs, honestly I have no idea why she’s eating dinner with Jeremy and I. I breathe in about to lunge into an episode on how Jeremy and I met when he beats me to it. “We used to date when we were younger. We were just immature teenagers, you know?

Charlotte: It has been a few days and Tristan hasn’t sent a text, nor have I seen him since I haven’t been to Titan Games, Jeremy’s company for the past few days. Honestly I wasn’t surprised that he just gave up that easily, but a tiny part of me is still disappointed. Here I thought a guy was finally getting serious about me, what a joke. So today, after much pleading from Chloe and Clara, my sisters, I finally decided to go on a date with one of our family’s long-time lawyer’s sons, Gabriel Hawthorne. We grew up seeing each other in charity galas and private Christmas dinners but aside from small talk, that’s it. Now we’re seated across from each other in Imperial Restaurant. “How’s work?” I ask, trying to defuse the silence. I have no idea what he does since he has family money but still I should ask right? Gabriel is good on the eyes, with wicked brown eyes, clean jaw and chocolate brown hair, he’s probably every woman’s dream but something just doesn’t click here. “Good.” He