All Chapters of A Game With The Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next day. Emma walked downstairs and was surprised to see Jeremy facing the counter. He was always up and early, making breakfast, the sweet smell running through her brain.Damn. He could cook. This man could do everything."Morning." He turns towards her with a clear smile, free of troubles, like everything in their life could be pushed away and what would remain would be them.Only them navigating the world.She sighs, if only that could happen, "Hi." She brushed a strand of her hair, and walked towards him, she caught the sight of meat on the pan. A filled cup of coffee on the counter, and some muffins in a tray.Woah. She stared, mouth-watery."I made them for you." He crossed his hands together, before releasing them, with ease, he flipped the meat on the pan.How in the hell could he do it all?"Thanks." She confesses, hands moving towards the muffins, okay, she might be greedy just this once. Closing her eyes. She stuffed the muffin into her mouth.She peered them back ope

Jason was done arranging all these folders, and signing and making appointments, it never did seem to stop, just piling up in front of his table. He hated this part of the job, well, he hated being stuck as a billionaire with no future except with the one of making money.He ruffled his hands on his laptop harder, the keys almost bobbing away, at least that was a great way to make sure he was okay.A head peeked from his door, he recognized the face."What do you want, Mary?" Mary was the name of his assistant he just hired a month ago, fresh out of college, she was efficient in her work, but still. She was always messing his appointments up."You have a meeting with the Denver enterprise today sir. Like right now." She bites the lower of her lips, her face growing pink, "I am so sorry, I forgot, I had no idea until the call and-"Yeah, that was it. He sighed wearily, before massaging his temples, pushing his chair aside, he yanked his suit jacket from the chair before swinging it ove

Jeremy was really going to find it hard to sleep tonight, because Emma Roberts had never looked sexier in that skimpy dress of hers, it hugged right above her thigh revealing her... God. What has gotten into him?Instead of sleeping like any other normal human being at this time of the night, he was right beside the kitchen island, sipping cold coffee while staring at the dim light.Thoughts of Emma filled his mind, he was crazy for her. Her laugh, her body, her smell, he couldn't take it anymore, it was tempting.And definitely, he wasn't ready to go into that room and lie down on the same bed with her and not dream about this.He placed the cup of coffee back on the table, his body feeling feverish."Jeremy?" He heard the tiniest voice ever, he could even make out the shape of her figure under the light, so fucking beautiful, "Are you there?"Oh gosh, he wanted to hide right now, but then he said. "I am in the kitchen."Shuffling of feet, then the flick of the globe, the light shone

Jeremy stretched his hand forward, inhaling the sweet and damp smell of the wind in his nostrils. The night wind always fascinates him, he didn't even know what he liked seeing there: Was it the stars that twinkled? Or the moon that lit his face when he thought about his life, but nevertheless, the night was the only thing he looked forward to all the days of his life.His hands trimmed towards the cup of coffee, he didn't know why, but caffeine made his heart jumble away, especially in the dead of the night.It's funny how you could think of someone, wish they were there, and in reality, they were there, right in front of you."Jeremy!" Her voice caught him out of his reality, her lips were pursed in anger, those pretty shoulders almost jabbing towards him, "You haven't said a thing!"Was he supposed to? Because he had nearly forgotten how it was to breathe, because with this woman by his side, he seems to have lost his source of oxygen.Her perfect figure stood high in the night sky

Jeremy didn’t even know where he was going, but he was sure of one thing: He had to warn Avery. Oh damn, what was his problem again?Running out on Emma. Again. How would she feel? His stomach churned, he could turn back and go home, join her and they could sip coffee together.He raced towards the Imperial Restaurant, and stopped at the entrance, checking his phone, he went inside. The restaurant was almost closing for the day, the place was empty except for some people who stayed behind to catch the latest gossip.Where was Avery? His eyes glanced around nervously, and when he saw a figure seated on the chair, one hand swiping through her phone, the other clutching a cup of coffee.Sharp jawline, petite cheekbones, pursed lips, it didn’t take two and two to know that it was Avery.“Avery.” He scooped himself towards the seat.She glanced up at him, at first, shock flashed in her iris. “Jeremy?” Her voice felt tightened and stiff. “What are you doing here?”I am here to warn you, he